Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 12,535 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

The First Born - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The king'd calley,
The queen's valley,
With the muse of life;
And like a son coming out from your own body,
The first born from the fruit of your love.

Task, ask, mask, bask!
To the kings od the nations and,
To the queens of the nations;
Ruling over others in life's own choices.

Lest, safest, best, fest, guest, crest, rest, west, jest, test, vest, nest, pest, quest, zest!
Like the muse of a skilful craftsman;
With the muse of the smell of the roses of love.
Rare, bare, ware, care, pare, dare, hare, mare, spare, are, fare, stare, tare!
To know you from left and right in this world;
With the muse of works and love resting on many people who do learn from you.

Visible and invisible!
I now rejoice in my suffering in this land with you;
But, beware of the dogs! !
And, beware of concisions.

The first born,
Like a sweet-smelling aroma of love to your lovely heart;
With life under the ways of the truth guided by the laws,
And like citizens of the heavens.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 4, 2014


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