Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 76,591 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Edward Kofi Louis Poems

361. A Great Wind 12/31/2015
362. A Green Jacket 2/9/2015
363. A Heart Full Of Love 9/13/2015
364. A Heart Full Of Wounds -new- 1/31/2016
365. A Hidden Bard 1/29/2009
366. A Hole In The Wall 7/4/2012
367. A Home 2/25/2015
368. A Home Ii 6/24/2015
369. A Home Iii 10/16/2015
370. A Horseman 7/22/2008
371. A Hot Iron 1/12/2012
372. A Hungry Man 1/27/2012
373. A Joyful Shout! 11/21/2014
374. A Kind Mind 12/18/2015
375. A Kindred Spirit 7/31/2015
376. A King In Africa 12/9/2008
377. A Kiss From The Devil 8/16/2013
378. A Knock 8/25/2010
379. A Knock At The Window 12/28/2015
380. A Lad 11/2/2010
381. A Lady 7/25/2008
382. A Lantern 6/21/2013
383. A Lawsuit! 12/19/2012
384. A Leader In You 1/25/2011
385. A Legal Battle! 1/1/2013
386. A Letter Of Love 12/25/2015
387. A Letter To Charlie 9/29/2013
388. A Little Poem 12/17/2014
389. A Little Tadpole 8/7/2008
390. A Little Token 11/26/2008
391. A Little Water 10/27/2010
392. A Little Wine 8/3/2008
393. A Living Dog Is Better Than A Dead Lion 1/29/2013
394. A Lodging 8/3/2008
395. A Lone Voice 8/17/2012
396. A Lonely Wilderness 3/30/2011
397. A Lot Of Signs 6/19/2015
398. A Lot To Do 3/16/2011
399. A Lovely Man And A Lovely Woman 1/26/2011
400. A Lovely Take 7/5/2010
Best Poem of Edward Kofi Louis

50 Cent

'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.

I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?

I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
And, ...

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The love of a muse like Orange Street,
The pen of a writer like Banana Street,
This poem will teach many yet unborn.
From Marcus Garvey to Haile Selassie,
From Haile Selassie to Bob Marley,
From Bob Marley to all;
This poem is from a realm to guide many.

No bones for the dogs,

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