My poetry will circumnavigate the world
And ride the waves beyond the continents.
Maybe become translated into many languages
Somewhere my words will grace many moments
Even though I was born to disadvantages
My poetry has resonated beyond the Ghetto.
Sonewen , the womb of abject poverty,
Who once prayed for the children of Soweto
Look at where you placed my poetic identity
See what your genes engraved in my DNA
Just listen to the poet in me roar like a lion.
Old verses I wrote from the belltower of CWA
Rhymes I perfected in the Chapel of AME Zion
Have become spoken words I penned in Europe
Disseminated daily on platforms on the internet
Words of motivation engineered for hope
I was born to write, for this journey I am set.

Sometimes we sit in disillusionment
Steady and complacent in our status
Raving in a sinister type of excitement
Waiting for something to come save us.
Willing victims of our applied lifestyles  
Slaves of some of the issues we allowed
Two implementing partners in our lives
From whom we've constantly borrowed
When we were yet engulfed in confusion
We've worked but have been excluded
The world deprived us of a real revolution
Power, this journey is not yet concluded
Act not in utter desperation but wake up
We have many issues, we need to just recoil
It is now time to plan, execute and man up  
When we move carefully things will not spoil
Ponder your moves before trying to fix things
When we mess up, we will definitely rise up
Souring blue skies on a pair of blessed wings
Who knows, we could fly with clouds in a cup
We need to know exactly just what we want
Don't think instant solutions manifests itself
Tell me I lie after hitting this big prayer blunt
Wait a little while, go seek inspiration yourself
Answers to problems don't just come to people
People with issues will always seek a solution
The ultimate path for those who wish to hustle
To all their causes we dedicate this benediction.

In troubled times and hard times
I get strong and my faith shines
Even if I'm down without dimes
That's the best time God shines.

In the darkest hours of my trials
I stay grounded and get hopeful
Even if l have to crawl extra miles
That's when I  just remain grateful.

At night time when the sun sleeps
I stay in bed and remain thoughtful
Thinking beyond what my mind keeps
Which is why my mind remains blissful.

When a woman loves you
She will cry like one dove
And her soul will desire you
She'll do anything to show that love.

You will occupy her thoughts
And She will love you for real.
But when her days are overwrought,
Help her by night to heal,
And mend her heart with glue,
Made from honey and red roses
Apply them when the sky is light blue,
A perfect time for amour and surprises.

Take her for a walk by the pool
Make it a special time in her life
Soften her heart like wool
Ask her to be your wife.
Make the night stars know she's your boo.
Give her a hug, touch, and feel
That will make her smiles to glow
Let every touch you give be real
Romance her with that amourous virtuoso.

Hence when a woman is in love
She loves for real,
Make her touch paradise for real
And give her a love story to tell

Why is little Musa working in these diamond dirt pits,
Digging from sunset to sundown
Where are the laws that protect children 's rights,
Why is he left unsupervised working on his own?
Musa
Struggled from early childhood with all his strengths
Now he can hardly stand because of damaged vertebrates
To know the number of free hours he worked, do the maths
Yet some lucky girl somewhere celebrates.
So
How can he labor as a slave when he's just a boy?
How can Musa smile when he has no joy?
How can he run when he has no legs,
Who will speak for him knowing he has no voice?
so
How can the opportunity box be opened without the keys
How can the world do nothing about his demise,
Especially when to stay alive he has to work for food?
How can he locate hope if he can't see,
How can celebrities adorn diamonds with bad blood,
How can this possibly be?
So
If I can lend my pen to help every child slave working,
Then my life on earth is worth living.




✍️#IvanBrookspoetry©️✍️

I'm underrated
Yet I sit alone
undefeated
On the throne
I created
I'm home.

I'll never be defeated
Not with a drone
Because I protected
My entire zone
With a tool I fabricated
Using a harpoon
That was discarded
By a great typhoon.
But they reacted
And sent a platoon
To have me eliminated
late in the afternoon
Again I circumvented
Them like a half moon
And with all I had, defended
My title like a real goon.

IvanBrookPoetry©️

Every child was born to be great
Watch and pray and wait
Love and give it time to grow
There are many things to know.

If a child is going to be great
He needs an even ground to sit
Give enough time to watch and learn
Time to learn to be a proper human.

Nobody knows if a child will be great
Just give it a chance to make it
Stop the wars and corruption
Immunize them and give basic education.

Baby Barack was born to be great
But nobody knew until he made it
So there's greatness in every child
Encourage their imaginations to run wild.

Presiden Ellen Sirleaf Johnson was born to be great
Not until Havard, politics and the prison pit
Not until she was elected Africa's first female President,
Did we all know that she was a Godsent?

Every child was born to be great
Maybe I too was born to be great
Maybe one day I will become a great poet
Nobody knows until the day I become a laureate.