Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 158,704 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Edward Kofi Louis Poems

361. A Dish For You 7/10/2016
362. A Drastic Change 5/11/2010
363. A Dream 10/24/2008
364. A Dream Came Right In My Mind 1/28/2016
365. A Fairy Tale 2/3/2009
366. A Faithful Servant 12/9/2010
367. A Faithful Witness 11/18/2008
368. A Fat Calf 10/3/2008
369. A Fat Story 11/11/2014
370. A Father In Heaven 11/18/2008
371. A Fault 7/8/2010
372. A Faux 8/11/2011
373. A Fish For Two 10/29/2010
374. A Fishhook 6/8/2010
375. A Fleece Of Wool 12/5/2014
376. A Flint 7/14/2008
377. A Foolish Shepherd 9/10/2014
378. A Fool's Wrath 12/10/2010
379. A Friend 1/19/2016
380. A Fruitful Hill 6/16/2008
381. A Fugitive! 1/21/2016
382. A Fun Club 7/5/2012
383. A Funeral Note 7/25/2008
384. A Gentle Soul 1/29/2016
385. A Gentle Whisper 1/12/2016
386. A Germ Cutter -new- 7/18/2016
387. A Ghanaian Woman 3/10/2010
388. A Girl Called Sarah 4/12/2010
389. A Great Downpour! 6/27/2016
390. A Great Home 10/4/2010
391. A Great Poet 6/29/2016
392. A Great Stuggle 1/27/2016
393. A Great Wind 12/31/2015
394. A Green Jacket 2/9/2015
395. A Haul 4/11/2016
396. A Heart Full Of Love 9/13/2015
397. A Heart Full Of Wounds 1/31/2016
398. A Hidden Bard 1/29/2009
399. A Hideout! 6/11/2013
400. A Hole In The Wall 7/4/2012
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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