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 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Emily
Out of all the flowers
I chose you
you stood out so well
but not only to me
I'll give you to her
her offer is higher
I'll miss you
Don't miss me
You tell me it’s nothing,
But I see your pain,
I hear your cry,
Lost in the rain.

You say you’re alright,
Assure me you’re fine,
But I see the tears,
Lost in your eyes.

You tell me you’re good,
But I sense your fear.
You would get nervous,
Whenever I’m near.

So tell me the deal,
Speak of what hurts,
Expose what you feel,
Show me its worth.

Your smile is beautiful,
Forever always.
But does it still glow,
At the end of the day,

When you go to sleep,
Tuck in your sheets,
Hoping no one sees,
The tears that you weep?

Do the clothes you wear,
Resemble your fear?
Seems no one cares
Of things you hold dear.

You look alright,
Almost too happy,
But you lost your sight,
Joy never having.

I know your heart,
See it right through you.
It’s tearing apart,
I always knew.

When life gets hard,
And you’re left to die,
I’ll hold your scars,
To be right by your side.
You can tell me what hurts because I'll listen... S.B. <3
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Ricki
You seem to accuse my affection as flirtation.
I have come to a realization:
your skull must be thick
and your brain dull
to believe
my niceness could equate to a desire to bone you.
It is no torture being my friend;
there is no horror to the friend zone
JUst your daily dose of conceit
 Feb 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
Mina
but who am I

just a young girl
falling in love with words

falling in love not with you but with the idea of you









I don't even know what love is
What poem will you wear, when first we meet?

How will I recognition-you,
when you transverse my land?
Unknown our faces, our voices,
Only silent words electronic exchanged

Will lantern, it be: one, if by land, two, if by sea?
Will your ID badge, passport stamped and state,
Your chest bear a witness-sign?

The Arrivals Board flashes:
                    une poétesse est arrivé
                    eine Dichterin ist angekomme
                    a poetess has arrived
                    una poetisa ha llegado

Will there be a haiku in your hair,
A limerick exposed by raucous grin,
Or just ten words
allotted for your entire visit?

Desperate to locate
Urgent to sensate
Matters I take
Into two cupped hands,
On the shoeshine stand
Climb and recite-shout

Know me by my words,
Know me by the lilt lyrical
Of my American accented,
Canadian Tongue of my mother

Know me by my words,
Carved by time on my forehead,
Poetry is the blood of this fool's soul,
Hear me, find me, look upon me slamming

Poems are the thorns in my palms,
See me crucified, bleeding stanzas
Upon my shoeshine stand cross
Recitation resuscitation welcoming:

Benedicting Gloria, Gloria, Gloria

But if this should fail your attention to secure,
Or the TSA unappreciate my second coming,
Look for the crowd gathered round,
A man of moderate height, in a tall hat,
Beard scraggly, looking sorrowful
Reciting the Gettysburg Address

Either way,
Should be easy peasy to find me,
Grab your bag, off to short-term parking

This is how an Americana poet meets n' greets
Arriving poetess from a foreign land

Is there any other way?
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Postscipt
Alas, five years on and I know in my heart
that you are not coming...
Aug 2013
Before her Disappearances
My Heart Beat went out of control
As I look in her eyes…
My body went Black out

I felt her love for me… from miles
I Love Her , don’t know why….

Endless Sparkles in my eyes
& joy to meet is still alive

I will meet her soon ..
May be she too think so ….

No conceptual metaphor
She Is Unique
She is My Queen

I dreamed her last night ..
& Then I fell in LOVE …..
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