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Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
In my dream I was free ,there existed no laws
I Woke up with reluctance just like a returnee
Dazed but Yet, I knew exactly where I was.
I knew then on this earth I was a detainee
So Where do I go at night when I fall asleep ?
Just because I woke up,I had one definite answer
I took a short dream voyage , I went so deep,
The constellation had me spinning like a dancer
It was all like paradise, it felt so wonderful
Even the stars served me cakes topped with cream
It was eventful and brief yet it was very beautiful
Sadly,It was over,I was back from the voyage of my dream.
We all have a dream ...we take them so many ways.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Why I'm here and doing things
and making long futuristic plans
Adorning my mortal body with furs and diamond rings
Why am I rushing to acquire titles to lands ,
knowing I will soon grow old ,
wither away and someday die ,
Leaving the warmth and be buried in the cold?
Why I'm I here trying to pacify my lie
Knowing this life is just a brief candle in the wind
And knowing I don't even own it alone ***** !
Yet I never come to the realism and make up my mind
That when time is up I wont be saved by my bucks
So why can't I fold my hands and throw in the towel ,
Yet I do all in my might to fight till the final hour
Circumventing the rules  even when ill health whistles a foul
Is it the fighter in me or my ego that has the staying power ?
The answer lies in the question as I reflect on my mortality
Am I a great ball of energy passing through this temporal phase of life ,
Or an Angel to bless or a vessel to channel or just a man in reality ?
The answer will come someday when I sit reflecting on my mortality all by myself.
It is not over til it's over...
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Some people have time and some have money.
Other people have money and no time left.
Many people have the time but have no money .
Some people haven't money neither time left .

Some people have money and no time for love .
Many people have no love and neither any money.
Few people have money so they get pseudo love.
Some people have love that costs maintenance money .
Love used to be free but the maintenance costs a lot..
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I am mama Africa, mother of humanity
My soul flows in all people in all places
I am Queen of Shebah the essence of beauty
You see me in people, people of all races.

I am mama Africa yes, I'm the Ashanti Gold
look at my jet black soul, I am forever young
I am ancient, dark, golden glorious to behold
Akwaba my children, sing me the Ebone song.

I am mama Africa, I gave birth to Mozambique
See all my plains spread from ducor to Cairo
Green my fertile soil, dark my soul so unique
I am mama Africa, roots of mount Kilimanjaro.

I am mama Africa, adorned with wealth infinite
Watch my strides, I represent perpetual grace
Hear me my children, cease to fight and unite
Come all ye spirits of Uhuru ,all I want is peace .
The Continent,the people and the richness and bounty of it cultures and peoples...all encapsulated in this beautiful poem which evokes the spirits of Uhuru ,the Masai warriors .the MAU MAU and so much more..this my Africa !
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
We don't need to live too long
To leave legacies that will live forever.
For a while we live, forever like legends
Our deeds are here for us to speak
Whoever found guilty of doing us wrong
Need to live longer to amend his broken ties
For a while things will stall, at the end we will talk
Our egos circumvented by deep organic love
The greatest assets of human emotions
Which we don't need longer lives to project
For we will live as long as our words lives on.

We don't need to live too long
To speak out deep words of motivation
For a while our words, forever like legends
The consequences are here for history to see
Whosoever neglects the roots of humble beginning
Should live longer to make amends with the Grios
For a while our dreams will meet, only for a while
Ambition will lead us yet, organic love and spoken words
Words, the seeds of poetry engraved in human DNA
Brought to life by poets, read as words painted in poetry
                   For we will live on as long as our words live on
                        
         twitter @ivanclappers
We will live on in our words through our works...
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I was raised right
So I can bless a black Queen
Who through three trimesters, carried me
Connected by a unique umbilical cord
Where I got oxygen and nutrients and life .

I was raised to become her
World, her motivation, her fight
To say and do the right things
Things she told me when we talked
Talks we had about manhood and life .

I was raised right
So I can raise my kids right ..
I was raised Connected by a deep bond,
love amplified entirely by family ties
Where they get guidance to last for life.

I was raised right
So I can write about raising children
Blessed and gifted by God Almighty
From whom cometh my inspirations
I use to write about good parenting and life .

I was raised right
So I can continue the legacies
Passed down by my forefathers
Linked by genetics and our history
Strength to strength for generations
From my roots, through poetry to my life .

I was raised right
So I can speak against wrong
Mostly done in the right way ,
Obligated to fight for human rights..
From our fights for humanity
comes the true reason for life .

I was raised right
So I can learn right , Walk right
Talk right and do what's right ,
Fighting for my rights quietly..
Deep within our fighting spirits
comes our strengths for life .

I was raised right
So I can pass on the right things..
Impacting the next generation with wisdom
Where they'll have access to sage for life.
At the end they to can become an inspiration
To many great young men who will act right .

I was raised right
So I can love and experience love ,
Planting a seed in human emotions
Where the tree of love will blossom life .

I was raised right
So I can see the good in everything ,
Respecting everyone who has opposing views,
And practices different faiths and born
from another race and culture ..
All because I was raised right .

I was raised right
So I can respect every woman I see
And honor every vow to the one I chose ,
Taking her hand and making her my wife
And good dad to our kids till death do us part .
When you raise boys well,they become better men
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
One day God created the Heavens and Earth and Sonewen
From that impoverished Ghetto came great men and women
And from her shores came Zogos that are nationally notorious
Yet from in one blessed home came a child bound to be famous.

From His Throne he saw that his handed works was very good
So In every households He placed a family to populate the hood
And so from sunrise to sunset, their faces glowed with happiness
Yet it was from one blessed home came a poet bound for greatness.

One day the rumours of war began to echo on the playgrounds
It was December and arid heat had just dried up the muddy ponds
As far as the eyes could see, stranded frogs hopped and jumped
Signs the history of the Sonewen ghetto was about to be transformed.

Transformed it did because in her, the elements of war found a safe haven
Exacerbated by war, compounded by poverty still to God she said Amen
Trusting in Him to bless and bring prosperity according to his divine favors
So from this humble child comes a big thank you for answering his prayers .
Sonewen is my hood in central Monrovia,Liberia,the ghetto that produced the mother of Africa's only winner of the world' best footballer title George Weah, now it's newly elected president...from this blessed ghetto comes one poet bound for greatness..ME !
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