My sweet homeland
As we pray to our Lord above
We fill all the worlds with songs of love
And lyric lines of auspicious verses
Which are sung by algerian doves
The soul of art and the muse of mind
And pluses of peace for all mankind
O Algeria! my sweet homeland!
And the greatest marvel of all countries.
You are an immortal divine proof
And the smile of God throughout centuries
You are the shinning dawn of miracles
and The first cradle of remote ancestries
poem by Lassakeur Youcef
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High Upon the Rainbow
Some days fill with wonder
Some days fill with pain
And some you'll press between the glass
To look at once again
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days will hold a present
A gift not that's not yet seen
And some days bless with secret signs
And some with a certainty
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Some days won't come round again
Though you never heard 'good-bye'
Some days we'll think of all our life
And the answer's only sighs
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
Like the morning of my soul
Like the dawn of miracles
Come again to find me
Sitting high upon the rainbow
(written to Fly to the Sky, an original
piano composition by Gothicevils)
poem by Patti Masterman
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Lord Let Me Live
Lord, let me live, that more and more
Your wonder world I may adore;
With every dawn to grow and grow
Alive to graciousness aglow;
And every eve in beauty see
Reason for rhapsody.
Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
Of rapture You have wrought.
Lord, let me linger, just for this,--
To win to utterness of bliss;
To see in every dawn design
Proof of Your Providence divine;
With night to find ablaze above,
Assurance of Your love.
Lord, for Your praise my days prolong,
That I may sing in sunny sort,
And prove with my exultant song
The longest life is all to short:
Aye, even in a bead of dew
To shrine in beauty--YOU.
poem by Robert William Service
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Upon The Heavy Breaths
Upon the heavy breaths
Dance the slow music
And unknowingly soul slips into its infinite eternity
An encounter which is
Neither as bright as mortal charm
Nor as divine as the immortal secret
Nor as lively as a melody
Nor as serenely pure as the silence
It was something beyond the beyond
That had touched the depths of my soul
Magnifying it
And taking it high
Where there is no descend but a flight to the Ultimate
To the Supreme
It was a moment of peace
Bird of love stretching its wings to the farthest corner
It was an encounter with my own self
So huge so divine
Know I so little
About the worlds, of worlds that lay within me...
poem by Lama Abbas
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So long, too long!
So long, too long!
Back in the days and back in time;
Struggling from the roots of Africa to identify myself;
But, born in 1961! !
So long, too long!
From yesterday with my muse of love;
And like today with the problems of the earth,
But, is this the future? ! !
The African story,
The African struggle,
The African muse,
The African experience,
The African hardships,
With the hustle and bustle to identify myself to the status of this world;
But, i am still moving on without giving up! !
For, nobody knows tomorrow.
So long, too long!
But, all the fingers are not equal;
And like the movements of the snail and tortoise,
However, i will surely reach there when you also do get there.
This life,
This muse,
This continent,
This mind,
This writer and his story! !
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is my life,
This is my muse,
This is my mind,
This is myact,
And, i am now presenting my love to you;
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
1961,
Born in Africa;
Yes, from 1961 to the present time! !
Struggling to make ends meet;
And, like the life seen in the slums of Africa!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Africa, Africa, Africa, Africa! ! !
The land of my birth and my homeland;
But, i am still finding my way through the dark forest to represent myself to the world,
With hopes and dreams every now ansd then without giving up!
But, it has taken me so long, too long! !
Back in the days,
Oh yes! ! And, like the days of yesterday gone by;
But today, you can read my lines to know who i am!
And like the muse of sweet love in the land of peace,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
This is it,
This is me,
That is it,
That is my muse,
Here i am and, this is my mind! !
With the sweet love from my heart brewed in the African Pot;
Touching the minds of many and, ready to educate others,
But, it has taken me so long, too long!
Come and enter into my world so sweet with your love,
Come and taste the muse of my love with your mind,
And like the aroma of sweet love from the bed of roses;
Where, the delight of love is crowned with peace and care,
But, this journey on this earth started from my mother's womb.
Oh yes! ! in the land of Africa to represent my muse;
Out of the womb of my mother to cry out to the world! !
And like the tears of love in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, it has taken me so long, too long!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bitter and Sweet
Kindle, Saviour, in my heart,
A flame of love divine;
Hear, for mine I trust thou art,
And sure I would be thine;
If my soul has felt thy grace,
If to me thy name is known;
Why should trifles fill the place
Due to thyself alone?
'Tis a strange mysterious life
I live from day to day;
Light and darkness, peace and strife,
Bear an alternate sway:
When I think the battle won,
I have to fight it o'er again;
When I say I'm overthrown,
Relief I soon obtain.
Often at the mercy-seat,
While calling on thy name,
Swarms of evil thoughts I meet,
Which fill my soul with shame.
Agitated in my mind,
Like a feather in the air,
Can I thus a blessing find?
My soul, can this be pray'r?
But when Christ, my Lord and Friend,
Is pleas'd to show his pow'r
All at once my troubles end,
And I've a golden hour;
Then I see his smiling face,
Feel the pledge of joys to come:
Often, Lord, repeat this grace
Till thou shalt call me home.
poem by John Newton
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Long Plate (LP)
Play the Long Plate (LP) with the muse of your love and,
Let me muse up with my mind and dance on this love!
For i can study the words of your songs to fly away in peace;
And i want to hear the muse of your songs all day long.
Here i am my love! !
So play the Long Plate (LP) of your song and let me enjoy it;
For you are all that i need and your songs of love are what motivates me!
And like the state of my mind in the land of plenty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Vhargavee Vavroovahana Patra
O Silvery Beauty Vhargavee!
Thy peerless beauty allures in mom;
Enchanting is the lovely dawn.
Beauty allures travelers;
Provides peace, pleasure.
Heavenly Beauty tranquilises mind with peace;
Travelers derive Divine Bliss.
Lovers roam lap gladly;
Mind remains in the world of Peace gaily.
Divine Deity blesses all creatures;
All behold the beauty amazingly.
Soul drinks the nectar of peace;
Beholding, all derive Divine Bliss.
The beauty is miraculous, mysterious and melodious;
Ye content all lovely creatures’ desires.
Morn’s sub beam mirrors on thee mysteriously;
Lovers enjoy thy celestial beauty lovingly.
Ye inspire poets daily.
Instrire to depict verses gaudily;
Beholding, poet’s mind remain in the world of peace;
On thy lap, drinking the nectar of peace.
Kissing the rosy cosy flowers on thy body;
Mind enchants with pleasure Divine Bliss.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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The Time Is Right For Love
When I saw you in the garden
Sweet lilac in your hair,
The sunlight seemed to surround you
And bless the morning air.
I wondered what your name was
And if you would dance with me,
I heard you cry for mercy
But, my eyes they could not see.
cos the time is right for love,
The time is right for love,
You can pray to the lord above
But, the time is right for love.
So much for all your sweet words,
All that you said you would do.
Remember all my love songs,
They were promises to you.
But, I dont hold it against you,
I know youre not to blame
So draw your circle around me
And well put all your lovers to shame.
cos the time is right for love,
The time is right for love,
You can pray to the lord above
But, the time is right for love.
(solo)
cos the time is right for love,
The time is right for love,
You can pray to the lord above
But, the time is right for love...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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His Smile
He smiled … it was as if I’d never seen
a smile before; as if, that moment, God
invented smiles; as if there’d never been
a reason for a gift that was so good…
He smiled… as if from every day and year
of his own life, with each its gratitude
to give assurance, that we’re living here
to fill our living with that godly good…
Was this how angels smile? Was this as God –
who has no need to smile – and thus, whose smile
may be unbounded, when he sees mankind
now in His image, shining as He shines?
Was this the peace on earth of God’s first dawn?
Mandela smiled.. and mankind was reborn.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Come To You
Today my Lord I come to you
and within your eyes I hope to find
what all mankind seeks
that of peace of mind.
My heart and soul is open
for your message to receive.
The one that brings purity
and peace to set me free
from the burdens that I carry
from dawn to dusk.
Take the blackness
from my heart and mind
and free me thus.
Oh, Lord I beseech you
within my darkest hour
to take away those sins
for which my body wants to devour.
Take away my hurtful thoughts
that spiral in my head.
Take any jealousy
away from my sleep.
Take my soul to your side
and cleanse it with your might.
That I may travel down
the right road
by day and by night.
Amen
13 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Prayer for Peace
Lord, I pray for nothing else
Just “Peace” Lord!
Peace with a dash of happiness
But, only if you please.
Otherwise, Lord I will satisfy
Myself with just peace.
I have no other wish, Lord
Other than your own abundant, enduring peace,
The peace that passeth all understanding.
Yes Lord! You knew full well
Where there is understanding
There would be peace.
So, I ask just for your peace
For peace brings with its flow
Contentment, forgiveness
Graciousness, love and happiness.
Once you anoint me with your peace
All else will follow – So
I will only pray that your peace will stay
With me today – each day!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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African Spokesman
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
Because, the muse of my African Stew tastes different from yours!
And, it is infused with a special ingredient from the African Soil.
I am the muse that you are reading and,
I am the African Child with my words so sweet! !
And like the love of your mind without the wars around you;
Because, i am always for the peace of this world.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I am presenting the muse of my mind from Africa to educate you;
For, mankind had now made more amumunitions for war!
But, we really don't need them when, we talk about peace on this earth.
Listen and look for peace around you always,
Learn and care for others around you always,
For education is not always about degrees! !
Because, the very professors are the very ones who made these weapons of war.
The African Spokesman is what i am,
Along the streets of Africa and around the hiding places of the ghettoes!
For, i have seen many things in my life and, i have more to tell to you;
But, like the colours of the rainbow,
We need to love each other in the name of the colours that nature gave us.
I am the African Spokesman and,
I have something for you;
But, if you listen very carefully, you will feel the muse of my love around you!
Because, this world is now being captured by the weapons of war than peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Song One Sings In Old Age
The song one sings in old age
Is a quieter song-
It has more sadness in it,
And more remembrance.
It knows the greatest lyric of love
Will never be in it again.
The Ecstasy of he greatest passion is beyond it-
The song one sings in old age
Has a kind of Tenderness and Kindness in it
It loves nothing more than small and gentle dreams;
And grandchildren.
It goes along consoled
At hearing itself
And yet somehow different and lost-
For the song of old age
Has heard many songs
Which will be sung no more-
And in listening feels
It soon will be singing
Its last and saddest song.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Click On 'Poets
When you enter,
Click on 'Poets' and then,
Type in my full name: 'Edward Kofi Louis';
There and then, it will open automatically to my page! !
And, you can read my poems.
Sage, page, cage, rage, mage, marriage, wage;
From time to time!
But not like a runaway dog in the land of your muse;
For, the cat is always in your room.
Fine, dine, wine, vine, cine, sine, line, pine, mine, nine, shine;
Inperfect health,
On to perfection! !
But, it has been a while hearing from you.
Of the miracles of my life,
Of the joy of my muse,
Of the peace of my mind,
And like the muse of your sweet love!
But, not like a runaway dog in the land of your muse.
In the heat,
In the cold,
And like the candlelight of your love!
But click on 'Poets' to find my sweet muse;
For, i do have a message for you.
We are all over there,
Poets of the world! !
But, it has been a very long time hearing from you;
Vender, finder, blender, winder, lender, mender, tender, sender!
And like the muse of love in the land of peace,
But, be my guest at this page.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Yes, I am Algerian of Moroccan origin through my parents, but all my life is Algeria. I was born there.
quote by Ahmed Ben Bella
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Love Songs II
Love songs,
Reasons,
Love's holidays,
But, straight from the heart.
Love songs,
And, of the fantasy of this muse;
But, i'm in love and,
You're in love as well!
However, this is my love song to you.
Love songs,
Fantasies,
Miracles!
And, to be ever wonderful;
For, it is all about you and i.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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African Spokeswoman! (Dedicated to Ngaka Motaung)
African Spokeswoman!
This is the muse of your love to all that muses;
In the land of the Rainbow Colours to enhance your joy,
And like the muse of peace to all mankind.
African Spokeswoman!
This is the joy of your muse to teach others with your works;
And like the peace of your mind that leads you on always,
But, the world will know that you care.
Dedication to you and dedication to the world of poetry! !
For, in peace we will all live than the scares of the wars around us;
However, we will always listen to the African Spokeswoman to lead us on.
Words and love to the world!
Peace and care to the human race to take care of this earth;
But, to all who care to do the right things always! !
For, wars have never solved any of the problems of mankind.
Listen to the African Spokeswoman!
Listen to her who comes from the South;
For, her muse of love is now presented to you!
And like a jolly-ride in the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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1 Among 50
A few out of many,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote;
And like a lovely garden with the muse of love,
But the rain comes to water us all in peace.
Do exactly what you have in mind,
And do what is nice to respect my love;
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote,
For the joy of this garden is like living in paradise!
Obey my voice and obey my love,
And like the lovely songs of the birds around;
For this garden is all that we have,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote!
And the true peace of the mind always comes with love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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O Lord Above
O lord above you fill my all with love,
and lift my heart so high.
O Lord above you fill my life with love
I’m so happy I could cry.
O lord above you blessed me with your love
I try to share it everyday.
O lord above I’ll never betray your love
and I’ll give thanks, as I pray.
O lord above thank you for showing me love
you inspire all that I do.
O lord above you are so much pure love
Hallelujah! I love you.
poem by Orlando Belo
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