Live freely
your life.

Build solidly
your foundation.

Eat healthily
your food.

Invest wisely
your money.

Think clearly
your thoughts.

Exercise daily
your body.

Give selflessly
to the poor.

Drive carefully
your car.

Love faithfully
your partner.

Serve honestly
your master.

Work diligently
for your living.

Speak truthfully
your mind.

Pray unceasingly
to your God.

Defend fearlessly
your rights.

Move cautiously
in your business.

Travel extensively
the world.

Protect aggressively
your family.

Talk respectfully
to the elderly.

Love unconditionally
your fellow man.

Care absolutely less
about haters.

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The beauty of poetry is that it has no ugly.
It doesn't matter what mess a poet writes,
There's an element of poetry that stands out clearly
Even in the dark, it'll shine like Christmas lights!

The truth about overlooked poetry is that it's still poetry
It doesn't matter if you like or love it or not.
It still encapsulates a degree of poetic quality
And that's what poetry is all about.

The bitter truths about poetry is that
Some are well written and some aren't.
Some are so sad like they were written in the dark
Some get us saying how, why and when!

The signature of every poet's work is not hidden
It either portrays emotion, life, beauty, nature or love
So even if we reject it because of how poorly it was written,
The essence of every poetry is a puzzle we have to solve.


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IBPoetry©️
2/7/2018

loud noises
Flying metals
Where are my glasses?
Charred out rose petals
scourging flesh
human remains
wounds were fresh
Hot melting wire meshes
Scattered Brains
Blinding flashes.

The eery silence followed by loud screams
More sounds, coming from wounded people,
Lord my God this a dream, no really what it seems.
Lot more sounds evidence of human struggle
Somebody help me please, my baby!
Survivors scrambles in utter confusion
Hang on till help comes, do you hear me, lady?
Some rescue workers rushed by amidst the commotion.

The news flashed, somebody planted a boom.
A terror group claimed responsibility.
Silence descended upon the hospital room
I am alive but something tells me I'm a casualty!
Death toll rising,
International reaction
Children Crying
I silently prayed for the victims, without hesitation.

On my knees, I silently prayed for the terrorists
I ask God why God didn't answer,
I figured He had one, this the realism.
That he is not on any side, He's a forgiver
That includes those who carry out terrorism.
Dark souls Led by an ideology with a ****** history
Whose purpose is to make the world live in fear.
Unlike others fighting you, we say a prayer with poetry
This is our ways of showing we care.
We have an army of sound minds made of writers
Searching the constellations for words to trump hate
In spite of the fact you have a caliphate and brainwashed fighters,
We hope our messages of love hasn't come too late!

IBPoetry
2/7/2018

What's this phenomenon called love,
That remains a puzzle no one can solve?
Love is the caveat for many broken hearts,
And the byword for many gracious acts.
Love has the characteristics of a witch
And the coldness of a vindictive *****!

Love, the greatest of human emotions
Has many different variations.
The good book talks about agape love,
And Beyonce sings about drunken love.
Its nature nobody really understands
Yet men have worked with their hands and paid bride prices with cows.
Some have proposed to women at the super bowls.
And on talk shows, jumped on couches
leaving a few to walk on crutches.

Nobody knows love's true colors.
Yet many men have spent top dollars
To buy their women cars as gifts.
And later on, end up begging for lifts.
For love, Romeo committed suicide
And Juliet died right by his side.

Love is very irresistible
And unpredictable.
Love has many dimensions
and many complications.
For love, many people have died
And much more has lied.
For love, knots have been tied
many bank accounts emptied,
For love, wars have been fought
And many Diamond rings bought.

Love is a wrecking ball
I call it an emotional hall.
For love, tears have been shed
by many in their lonely beds.
Love is a mystery
But the reality in my poetry.
It's a kinda game in most men lives,
A game played behind their wives.

So what do we know about love?
Is it peaceful as caged doves
Or dangerous as wild wolves?
Is it contagious as a disease,
Or rumpled as a crease?
Is it blind like brother Steve,
Or silent as a grave?
Is it deep like the ocean,
and beautiful like Heaven?
Love can at times be as cold as ice
And at times, twice as nice!

IvanBrooksPoetry©️
21/8/2018

Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits are mines.

IBPoetry©
2/5/2018

The world's weather has gone mad
Grace to man himself
Mother nature is so sad
That she turned on herself.

Now she sneezes disastrous storms
And ***** heavy mudslides.
At noon forests burns,
Leaving acres of burned trees and dead birds.

She no longer showers at noon
Instead, she farts powerful lightenings
And urinates wet monsoons
Before sending the floods in the evenings.

Mother nature is now a vindictive *****.
She unleashes extreme weathers in America.
Next, she breathes the cold on Europe like a witch
And seizes the rainfalls in parts of Africa.

Mother nature's anger causes earthquakes
Her frustration is linked with signs of global warming.
Greenhouse gasses will melt the artic and scorch earth until it bakes
As a sign to mankind that mother nature is fuming.

IBPoetry©️
2/5/2018

Blind dates don't bring us the desired results
Especially the ones others planned
Blind dates are like somersaults
No definite or softer way to land.

Blind dates aren't like real dates
We get to meet very strange chicks
Many come wearing a lotta faked cakes
Some capable of giving you the kicks.

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