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Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I talk a lot because
I have been through a lot
Seen a lot
Heard a lot
Experienced a lot
Been rejected a lot
Slapped a lot
Misused a lot
Abused a lot
Refused a lot
Lied to a lot
Worked a lot
Partied a lot.
Smoked some ***
Laughed a lot
Danced a lot
And spent a lot.

I know a lot because
Traveled a lot
I met some ladies
Rubbed their bellies
Some were hot
And few were not
I have done a lot
Been to a lot of places
Saw some pretty faces
I had some passionate kisses
Got in some crisis
Had few challenges
Had couple of chases
And had some near misses.

So as you can see
I have been through a lot
Messed up a lot a lot
So it's a lot!
It's a lot
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I have just written a wonderful Song
For with words I have painted nature
It is so beautiful and not too long
Watch as it turns into a new picture.

Come join me let's all just sing along
For we have all eaten a bit from nature
Nutrients that have kept us going strong
Come and help me care for her like a fur.

I am going to leave nature here someday
And when I sojourn to my earthly roots
All my kids will dig nature's soft clay
Wearing few pairs of black muddy boots.

I've just written a beautiful new song
And way up to the hills I go climbing
Just to prove to nature that all along
It's about her we have all been singing.


Ivan Brooks Sr
NATURE DESERVES OUR PRAYERS AND APPRAISALS
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Just like an old master my mind comes alive,
Often not when my side of the world wakes.
When sleepless constellations performs live -
Delivering new ideas like some sweet cakes,
This is rather the product of a timeless flight-
This is what I can show for a sleepless night

With the Virtuoso of an artist in slow motion,
I'm aligned with the universe and the elements,
Braced for an onslaught of creative projection-
With humbleness I received all of the payments.
This is rather the product of a timeless flight-
This is what I can show for a sleepless night
The mind has the ability to take a timeless flight .
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Oh death, you merciless master of the dark underground
Have you no conscious perimeter when you roll call?
Oh death, you heartless master of the great beyond
Does your job description involves making nice people fall ?
Why do you always take the best and leave us grieving?
Your only job is to waste beautiful souls and break hearts
A part of our existence as man mortal by God's reckoning .

Oh death, thy cold and frail hands often takes our dearest
Maybe it's God's will to call home the very best among us
Taking them beyond the starry constellations for eternal rest
Where their souls will ride atop a beautiful golden horse
How long will you cause us pains for your selfish gains ?
Most times you separate us from those we deeply love
Does it please you to silence us and pull hell's curtains ?
Oh death, from us thy grey hands have taken a white dove .
It doesn't matter this happened years ago..Inspired by the passing of the girl I promised to go back to someday...I met her tombstone..RIP Lovetee
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
As a resident of hope village be very thankful -
If for breakfast you have just a cup of water,
Say a big prayer to Baba and be very grateful.
Know ye that someday things will get better!
When stock in Hope Village, be very grateful!
I once lived there and boy, life wasn't so easy,
I remember how I would look so very sorrowful,
Using a bowl of water to shave, that's crazy!
Especially when I used old T-shirt as towel,
And rotated an umbrella as part of my roofing
life was hard but hope was on another level,
I knew that answer to my prayers was coming.

Despite the fact that I lived in abject poverty-
Hope made my condition seemed less pathetic -
All my situation was under God's own authority,
And my goals and objectives were authentic.
Never give up, hardship is only a transit camp.
One day your rescue Angel will come souring,
With solutions illuminated with a bright lamp-
Lights you'll always need as you go hustling!

To the residents of Hope village, never despair-
If wind of change is yet to blow in your direction,
Stay strong Hope village, real rescue is in the air,
It surely will if the Almighty is your connection.
I see you are a resilient bunch, so be very strong!
Though trials will come, hold on and be resolute,
Blessing for those with deep hope never goes wrong,
From a veteran of the movement, I say a big salute!

I pray you will keep to the fundamentals of hustle -
Know that on that very special day of God's reckoning,
Your stars will dance to success' beat, not struggle,
And the village's talking drums will echo your blessing.
Everyone far and near will know reward time has come.
People of hope village, come get your reward for courage,
Say goodbye to yesterday and say to tomorrow, welcome!
Soon, your last sight of the mango trees in your village-
Will be a breathtaking thirty five thousand feet far below.
As the white magic bird climbs hosting your dusty heels,
Sad faces will say bye and friendly faces will say hello.
There you'll know how the answers to your prayers feels!
Someday you will return as a great hero to your village,
To lament on the audacity of hope and your very own story -
With motivational messages to give everyone some courage,
Poverty will no longer be the main topic, it'll be history !

#Vanguard-poetry23
twitter @ivanclappers
Inspired by a true story..my story !
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
The world's on fire, peace is extinct
Look how fragile peaceful minds can get
All hostile minds are having a ball right now.
It's like peace got embellished in chaos.
Where's peace at, what happened to her?
Regional, global local, peace is in short supply.
This is the renaissance of a new world order
Where partial peace coexists with total chaos
People only search Google for mostly facts
Not for solutions to some distorted peace

What is peace then, how can it be?
Just a routine rhetorical question
Coming from the disturbed mind in me
Listen, One-minute partial peace
Bang, another minute total chaos!
Nowadays, Instability everywhere is commonplace
As unscripted hate rhetoric freely echos,
From jihadic podiums to confused minds.
The conspicuous birthplace of premeditated evil.
The mind, soft spots of those totally confused
Call it the hotspots and playground for the devil.
I, the skeptic, to say the very least,
See this quiet storm as a distorted peace!

twitter @ivaclappers
Peace is going extinct ..
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat
The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes
Bouncing off everything into the street
Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes.

Kemah moved like a seductress in heat
Undulated her hips, moved to her feet
And she began to slow dance to the beat
Spinning like a flamingo on the street .

Deng nodded as she started to swing
There's really no dancer like Kemah
Her backside, rhythm, her everything
This was beyond contemporary Zomba .

I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat
Snapping my fingers, swaying at will
I just smiled and remained in my seat
But my old bones refused to sit still .

With Deng's latest hit song on repeat ,
Kemah's body swayed from place to place
Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat
She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace .

Over where I sat in utter amazement
I felt humid looking at her silhouette
Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant
For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet .

Under the glow of the golden African sun
Her moves were flawless and unique
She danced like a young Doe on the run
Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .
A beautiful African ballerina dances in a trance-like state....
everything else was secondary !
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