Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 173,627 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Edward Kofi Louis Poems

81. 11 Weeks In The Land Of Peace 7/8/2011
82. 11 Years Ago! 2/29/2012
83. 11.11.11 11/23/2011
84. 117 Inches 3/26/2010
85. 11th Hour 4/9/2010
86. 11th July 2016 7/12/2016
87. 11th November 11/12/2008
88. 11th November 2010 11/11/2010
89. 11th Of April 2015 4/13/2015
90. 11th September 2011 9/28/2011
91. 12 Children! -new- 8/17/2016
92. 12 Days After 9/10/2014
93. 12 Hours 11/11/2010
94. 12 Paths 11/26/2014
95. 12 Stars! 3/26/2016
96. 12 Years 4/9/2010
97. 12 Years After 10/19/2015
98. 12 Years Later In The Land Of Joy 5/30/2011
99. 12: 12 At Noon 12/27/2013
100. 120 Talents Of Gold For You 5/12/2011
101. 120 Years Old 3/10/2011
102. 1-2-3 3/2/2016
103. 127 Hours 12/9/2010
104. 12th April 2016 4/13/2016
105. 12th August 1/30/2009
106. 12th June 2010 6/21/2010
107. 12th March 2011 3/18/2011
108. 13 Days Underground 3/7/2014
109. 13: 10 Hours 1/20/2016
110. 13: 10 Hours In Your Land 10/7/2014
111. 13: 31 Hours In A Lovely Land 2/20/2014
112. 1307 4/8/2010
113. 13th July 2015 7/29/2015
114. 13th July 2016 7/13/2016
115. 13th May 2012! 6/7/2012
116. 13th November 2010 11/19/2010
117. 13th October 10/14/2008
118. 13th October 1961 6/1/2014
119. 14 Boxes 3/1/2011
120. 14 Million Euro In Your Accounts 4/27/2012
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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