kodjo-deynoo - Hello Poetry

I love you; sleep with me Have my baby, be my lady Then unto plans of us together You have my heart, my soul to please My candle light, my heart beat drum Air to blow dust off, drawing boards These blue prints, are back to be used We will make it, yours and mine And stitch two torn clothes together As one, in pair, as one entangled in melt Suddenly, lungs that breath Revolt, the night sunset is absent too Then eye to eye, into eye for an eye And ping-pong ***** does exchange bats On table tops Common grounds Is without listening ears Where did love go all wrong Then skeletons in cupboards All fall out

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Sep 1, 2010

Sep 1, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

Lost Love

I love you; sleep with me Have my baby, be my lady Then unto plans of us together You have my heart, my soul to please My candle light, my heart beat drum Air to blow dust off, drawing boards These blue prints, are back to be used We will make it, yours and mine And stitch two torn clothes together As one, in pair, as one entangled in melt Suddenly, lungs that breath Revolt, the night sunset is absent too Then eye to eye, into eye for an eye And ping-pong ***** does exchange bats On table tops Common grounds Is without listening ears Where did love go all wrong Then skeletons in cupboards All fall out

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Have you seen, with gifted sight The bottom line of pits Made stand and smiled On platforms stage Have you danced a tango with a cactus And bowed down in appreciation While still unplugging, What was left behind In piercing thorns on skins Do not speak bad of the dragon I have come to appreciate it's breath In dens he owned, I sat in; a lodger Trick or treat, is from what side Side of the coin the toss, gravitates So the lucky coin still has a side Unseen until show of hands Like everything else, in matter Do not speak bad, Of the dragon's breath It is rude to do so.

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Aug 27, 2010

Aug 27, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

Phoenix Breaths

Have you seen, with gifted sight The bottom line of pits Made stand and smiled On platforms stage Have you danced a tango with a cactus And bowed down in appreciation While still unplugging, What was left behind In piercing thorns on skins Do not speak bad of the dragon I have come to appreciate it's breath In dens he owned, I sat in; a lodger Trick or treat, is from what side Side of the coin the toss, gravitates So the lucky coin still has a side Unseen until show of hands Like everything else, in matter Do not speak bad, Of the dragon's breath It is rude to do so.

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I love a book, so old and brown.. Fat and used, with stains on it.. Pencil and pen marks, left to drain.. Tea or coffee, cups of rings.. Pages folded or book mark used.. Notes left, on pages reached.. A name written, a bookworm claimed.. This is my book, I dated it so.. I love a book.. That reads so well.. It cast a spell and leaves me drawn.. Until the end, last chapters reached.. I am not to be found.. But deep in stories, told in ink.. I love a book.. Say mystery, love, crime, poetry.. Fiction, or real stories told.. I love a book, so old and used.. It cast a spell, till all is read..

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Aug 23, 2010

Aug 23, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

I Love A Book

I love a book, so old and brown.. Fat and used, with stains on it.. Pencil and pen marks, left to drain.. Tea or coffee, cups of rings.. Pages folded or book mark used.. Notes left, on pages reached.. A name written, a bookworm claimed.. This is my book, I dated it so.. I love a book.. That reads so well.. It cast a spell and leaves me drawn.. Until the end, last chapters reached.. I am not to be found.. But deep in stories, told in ink.. I love a book.. Say mystery, love, crime, poetry.. Fiction, or real stories told.. I love a book, so old and used.. It cast a spell, till all is read..

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On an island in the west country,.. In the Queen's land, where Black-beard,.. Once played on, as a young child.. And called his home, among the contours... Chained men and tobaccos.. Once brought fortune lust.. Bridges were built, and train tracks laid.. By the man Brunel, who wore as long a hat.. Ships and cathedrals, sugar factories.. Bansky's graffiti, treasured marks on walls.. And stone-henge laid a stone throw away.. Roman baths, in near by Bath.. And underground passage, of tunnels.. Laid for walks and rivers paths.. Horse mountain and Welsh borders.. Sat not far away on looks, across the channel.. But for the one thing, that makes Brizz so special.. Is the sanctuary, it provides for lost souls.. This here laid land, a place like home.. Gulliver did be so proud, to call his home.. Away from home, as I do, away from home..

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Aug 20, 2010

Aug 20, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

Briss Bristol

On an island in the west country,.. In the Queen's land, where Black-beard,.. Once played on, as a young child.. And called his home, among the contours... Chained men and tobaccos.. Once brought fortune lust.. Bridges were built, and train tracks laid.. By the man Brunel, who wore as long a hat.. Ships and cathedrals, sugar factories.. Bansky's graffiti, treasured marks on walls.. And stone-henge laid a stone throw away.. Roman baths, in near by Bath.. And underground passage, of tunnels.. Laid for walks and rivers paths.. Horse mountain and Welsh borders.. Sat not far away on looks, across the channel.. But for the one thing, that makes Brizz so special.. Is the sanctuary, it provides for lost souls.. This here laid land, a place like home.. Gulliver did be so proud, to call his home.. Away from home, as I do, away from home..

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I am the brick, that has been named Along the alley, to the last corner stand There, right there, I claim my patch And set myself, a coozy hut Wine, beer, cider, whisky, nuts and crisp Smoky zones, now set out side My banquet laid, for wandering souls To find a refuge, rescued here on my patch Escaped men, from domestic chores Escaped men, from troubled minds Escaped men, of destitute hungers Escaped men, to find their buoys voice All scream out, loud at transmitting box 22 men, seen on playground pitch Right here on my patch, they watched and roared Juke box plays, gives dancing feet An eruption of ballads, ... Fuelled by a happy lico .. On my last bell ring, ding don Staggered men, fall out off my patch Till tomorrow, when I open up my doors I am the brick, that has been named http://poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com/

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Aug 19, 2010

Aug 19, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC

kodjo-deynoo

The Drinking Pub House

I am the brick, that has been named Along the alley, to the last corner stand There, right there, I claim my patch And set myself, a coozy hut Wine, beer, cider, whisky, nuts and crisp Smoky zones, now set out side My banquet laid, for wandering souls To find a refuge, rescued here on my patch Escaped men, from domestic chores Escaped men, from troubled minds Escaped men, of destitute hungers Escaped men, to find their buoys voice All scream out, loud at transmitting box 22 men, seen on playground pitch Right here on my patch, they watched and roared Juke box plays, gives dancing feet An eruption of ballads, ... Fuelled by a happy lico .. On my last bell ring, ding don Staggered men, fall out off my patch Till tomorrow, when I open up my doors I am the brick, that has been named http://poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com/

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