Blessed is he who writes
For his words transcends
Time, space and moments,
Far beyond the constellation.
Blessed is he who recites
Spoken word and poetry,
For his craft circumvents
The core of our existence
Deep into our inner man.

Blessed is he who writes,
For his thoughts interacts
And deeply influences minds
That belongs to other people.
Blessed is he who bends letters
Into words and words into
Sensational and captivating
Stories of true love and courage.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©

If the eyes are indeed window
To the soul,right here ,right now,
I say no access granted.
For I too have patiently waited
With vigor and optimism,
To look through this prism.
Beyond this dark #WAYFARER
Into an unknown but bright future.
A future I've worked so hard for...
I have given too much for her,
Ever since the day of my youth...
A quest that took sweat and tooth.
Some sweat and blood,yet I hang on..
During gloomy days or pain I moan..
At night I gaze the constellations and pray
I do this from Monday to Sunday,
Each and every Morning and evening
Until thy kingdom come,I'll stop at nothing,
Until I join my ancestors in the great beyond...
Until I can no more see the reason to fight on,
Until my soul circumvent this temporal phase,
And soar to its final and eternal resting place.

#IvanBrooksPoetry
4/5/2018

Like everything else in this life,
There's a special time for everything.
There's time set aside to take a wife
Without which a man is nothing.

There also comes a time to struggle
Which is a difficult stage in a man's life.
That stage when you're zero to people,
When you lack bread to cut with a knife.

So everything has a time they say
I've never ever stressed for anything.
I know there will surely come a day
When Jah will provide me everything.

The best time I like it when I sit to write
It's the time I can express my honest thoughts,
Or use the pen to go off like a poetic dynamite
That's the time I'm able to close people's mouths.

#IvanBrooksPoetry ©️
4/4/2018

Yesterday is gone
But not without a fight
Hope she makes it home
On tomorrow 's flight.

Yesterday left us
Only with memories
Bittersweet like citrus,
Tomorrow's calories.

Yesterday is almost gone
My Sweet Lord Jesus
Today I'm not at all alone
For you blessed few of us.

Tomorrow was yesterday
And today will be tomorrow
I can't wait to see the day
When yesterday will bow.


IvanBrooksPoetry©
3/29/2018

Spring is here
The sun is here
Time for a break
For Christ's sake!

Spring is here
look over there
people having fun
naked in the sun.

Spring is here
Girls everywhere
Beautiful weather
I don't need a sweater.

Spring is here
Time to share
Beautiful pictures
Taken with statues.

Spring is here
Have no fear
Let out some steams
Rave in the sunbeams.

Spring is for buttocks and *******
But for us in our fifties,
It's simply for imagination
And good relaxation.

Spring is finally here
Best time of the year
To make yourself feel fine
Spring is always a fun time!

IB-Poetry©️
3/29/2018

Someday I'm going to wake up
From my old rocking chair,
Somewhere far beyond this shore
And begin writing a memoir on my laptop.
The title, though vague and mundane,
Will encapsulate the tales of my life's journey.

In it, I will say less about money
or the girls I once called honey.
But I will rather mention that one special lady;
Who stood by me and only called me baby.

I'm going to dedicate an entire chapter to my people,
I'm going to talk about their resilience to the struggle.
There will also be a chapter dedicated to love;
Love for mankind, my family and the man above.

I'm also going to make mention of all the things I have done.
Be it good or bad, I will write even if it takes the afternoon.
One by one I will write down everything I did wrong.
After that, I'll play me my favorite Bob Marly song,

That one that tells the story of slavery and redemption.
In that particular one, I will use a little procrastination...
And at the very end of that memoir, I will give thanks to God,
For grace upon my life, my kids, my hustle and for spoken word.

Someday I will wake up far beyond this shore,
and write the final chapter of my life's journey.
I will then reveal the last wish of my life before I die.
I swear it will be so funny, it'll make every reader laugh.

IB-Poetry ©️
3/25/2018

Every day I feel the flames burning
I, therefore, won't stop writing.
The closer and closer it comes,
The deeper and further my mind roams.

Every now and then I hear screams
Emitting deep from within my core.
I believe it's the soundtrack to my dreams,
The caveat that drives me to do more.

Every once in a while comes an inspiration
From whence I know not and I care not.
The poet in me sees this as a benediction
I, therefore won't sit to see this go to rot.

Every once in a lifetime comes a writer
Born blessed with an unorthodox style.
Therefore the poet in me says brother,
Writing is your life, go the extra mile.

#IvanBrooksPoetry ©️
   3/25/2018