I know not from whence my inspirations cometh
I believe I was chosen from the time of my birth.
Alone and undisturbed, I have strange visitation
Embellished with beautiful stories delivered via imagination
Even the mental drought known as writer's block
Goes away the very moment the spirits knock.
Thanks to my late Queen mother who told me stories
And tales of our ancestor's conquest of adversities.
I am the last of the great Grios from my tribe.
The spirits will always be my source of inspiration and guide.
I come alive at night when the entire world sleep,
That's when the best ideas and loose words creep.
These words I process as part of my solemn obligation.
As custodian of Ancient history and its dissemination.
Call me a poet because of spoken word and great poetry
In actuality, I'm the last Grio sent to write our ancient oral history.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

I have a power
that nobody sees with their eyes
It's a little thing call faith.

I have a voice
That nobody else hears
It's my calling.

I have a Life
That nobody knows about,
Every night I see Maya Angelo.

I Speak another language
That nobody else understands,
My determination.

I committed a crime
That nobody else knows of,
I murdered fear!

I have a secret
that nobody knows of,
I'm a slave to poetry!

Time is of the essence
And against the timeline of deliverance,
I have struggled to focus
Which isn't normal because
I have a special deadline
For something destined for my timeline.
It's a masterpiece I have to write.
If the universe plants words in the constellation
And blesses each poet through his imagination,
why then is my diction so quiet,
And where are you dear inspiration?
Please rescue me in my time of desperation.
Kindly tell the poetic overlords
  That I ran out of words
Tell them I'm in a limbo and it *****
I need a solution that works
because all boils down to the mechanical wall clock
Held hostage by this episode of writer's block.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

We all need to eat
We are all guilty of something.
We all want to be great
We have all caused someone some pains.
We all have flaws and imperfections.
Some want profits and gains
We all have issues and situations.
We all have fears
We all have dreams and aspirations.
We all cry tears
We all have emotions
We all want somebody to love us.
We all have sinned
Some of us loved to be the boss
Many of us want to always win
We all want the best things in life.
We all love somebody
We all afraid of a knife
We will all die someday
We all fall short of the glory of God.
Many believe in God Almighty
Some have beliefs in no Gods
And frown on Christianity
Some have faiths in other Gods
and embrace humanity
..we are humans!

Those meant for you
Will love you truly
Pray for you seriously    
Bare with you patiently
And believe you continuously.

Those meant for you
Will love you madly
Listen to you keenly
Advice you repeatedly
And love you unconditionally.

Those meant for you
Will love you faithfully
Fight for you furiously
Defend you fearlessly
And display you publicly.

Those Meant For You
Will love you blindly
Come to you hurriedly
Support you strongly
And work with you tirelessly.

Before all of this, even after all of this, I will forever be a patriot.
Before the poet in me matured and I started talking like a parrot,
The dogs of war barked and I climbed exile's fence on my own
And there I have dwelled, with nothing tangible to bring me down.

I have been on this fence so long and I will remain there forever!
Especially since the premature child is still in the incubator.
From this vantage point, I have learned never to trust any politician
I've always looked at them with mistrust, disdain, and suspicion,

Before all of this  and before I ran and climbed the exile fence,
I was once mercilessly flogged, dragged and made to dance
By drugged up and coerced child soldiers with a rubber cable
They tied and spread me like a dog on the market table
I watched as innocent people were killed with a rusty knife
There, I vowed to become a fence dweller for the rest of my life!

I've been a patriot all my life but I have done it from here..safer.
From here I have seen blood spilled, hearts broken, hopes dashed,
progresses stalled, mullions embezzled, promises broken, lies told
people changed, games played, party surfed, interests prioritized.
And from this vantage point, I have learned never ever to trust any politician
I have always been right...though I have looked on with disdain, suspicion,
and operated with caution but through it all, I have remained a true patriot and a fence dweller.

.✍️©️✍️IvanBrooksPoetry.✍️©️✍️

She said
Are you losing your head?
Calm down
You need me right now
Breathe in, breathe out
let it out.

She said
Take your time
You gonna be fine
You need this therapy
let's talk about your day
Follow my advice
Just close your eyes.

She says something
I heard nothing
I began to laugh
And I let out a sigh
She laid her hands on me
And took control of me.

She said
Tell me your problems
I help you solve them.
I began to stress,
My emotions were a mess.
She touched my lower back
It felt like an electric shock
I began to say something
And told her everything
I felt like I was healing
Or was I developing a feeling?

She said
Lie on the bed.
Man she had some curves
And the relaxed my nerves
She had everything
But I could do nothing!
This was just therapy
And for me a very bad day!

.✍️IBpoetry©️✍️

Some poems are like classic cars
They're old, bestsellers and great
Very famous and heavyweight,
Their legendary tales told at the bars.

Some poems are like Lamborghini
Fast, loud and stir up different emotions
They are magical and perform like Houdini
Taking us beyond our wildest imaginations.

Some poems are like a Ferrari
Fast, loud, costly and mindblowing
Some went through fine tuning
Ready for the adventurous desert safari.

Some poems are a Mercedes SLK
Fast,affordable,famous,people's favorite
Upon sight, people just stand around and talk
Every time we see them we celebrate.

Some poems are simple and great
Some are so good and impossible to rate.
Some will keep you woke
Brilliant and so off the hook!

Some poems are so romantic
Appealing to one's fantasy
Some are just so demonic
Embellished with total heresy.

Some poems are like a Rollsroyce
They intrigue us
Classic, historic, famous
They embody royalty, very luxurious.

Some poems are like a Bugatti Veyron
very costly, fast, collectible
Loved by kings and Barons
Making our speed appetites insatiable.

Some poems are Mustangs
Muscles, deep, street savvy
Gruesome like hunger pangs
They are powerful and heavy.

Some poems are like Teslas
Clean, smart, rich people's favorite
Costing the average people accessive dollars
They are smoothly written and moderate.

Some poems are like a Koenigsegg
Fast, rare, collectible and very costly
They instantly sweep you off your one leg
leaving you like '' seriously! ''

Some poems will make you go WOW!
And some will make you bow
Making you feel inferior to the poet
Especially the ones written by a laureate.

Some poems are mundane
containing things to drive you insane
Some poems are just cool
but contains useful cools

Some poems have powerful impacts
they contain deep knowledge and facts
Some poems are very good
Some will nourish you like food.

Some poem will bore you
Some poems will entertain you
Some poems will enrich you
And reach you wherever you are.

Some poems will set your mind on fire
And leave lasting impacts like screeching tires
Some poems are just incredible
Revealing things that are relatable.

Some poems are wonderful
And some are prayerful
Some are a little bit radical
And some are somehow political.

Some poems are just ordinary
Yet they're devotion to start early
And motivation to use during the day
Something to take you all the way.

Some poets are so creative
their poems are just amazing.
Some are outright provocative
Yet their works are just fascinating.


©️ #IvanBrookspoetry✍️

When one woman cries somewhere
God sends storms the same afternoon
Torrential rain falls elsewhere
And Heaven pours down monsoon.

Whenever she's happy and smiling
Sun shines brightly in all dark places
life sprouts and plants start growing
Souls brighten and everything balances.

The book of poetry
has a page in every book,
It's not found in any registry
and it has no special look.

The book of poetry
Is inferior to the Bible.
But its mainly about artistry
Any has no verses of trouble.

The book of poetry
Is similar to the Book of Eli
It keeps secrets of our ancestry
Buried deep in the kingdom of Mali.

The book of poetry
Recognizes the Koran
Yet has no creed or authority
And places no restriction on any man.

The book of poetry
Transcends every bestseller
Yet no one has right over its intellectual property
And it belongs to every poet, every reader, and writer.