Here's one thing about each day that's a fact
They don't begin and end the same way,
And no matter how challenging and whack
There's really no bad day.
Even though yours may start with a heartbreak,
A delayed rent or some unpaid bills,
know ye that your Lord thy God is great!
So even if you put in efforts and failed on the hills,
Rest assured a day poses no real threat.
So no matter what happens, a bad day never kills.
There's one thing about each day we wake up to,
They all begin and end in a different way
So from now on hereto,
There's nothing like a bad day.

IB-Poetry©️
2/10/2018

Words can leave you broken
Depending on what and to whom it was spoken.
Be it about your situation or image,
Words can cause tremendous damage.
So whether it comes from afar
Or from the drunken dude in the bar,
Negative words will leave you with an emotional scar.

Negative words will make you touch the sky
And some will you make you ask yourself why?
Some words will put your emotions in prison
For no justifiable reason.

Some negative words come at the wrong moment
In the form of a stupid comment
That will ruin your entire tonight
Thereby starting a fight.

Negative words are intertwined with vile statements
To mess up your beautiful moments.
Negative words can cause everything to go wrong
Special moments that can't be fixed using love song

So watch out for negative words my dear
Some words we'll try to bear,
from negative words, we'll never be able to escape
Not even in a Superman's cape.

IB-Poetry©️
2/9/2018

Fireflies need no introduction.
So at night time they just glow
And light up the constellation
With that natural illuminous flow.

Fireflies are nature's lightning bugs
When they glow they teach us how
To love by giving free undeserved hugs.
That ****** the summer's evening show.

Fireflies lights up the natural environment
Especially in the midsummer nights
When they form part of the entertainment
That nature designed using bright lights.

Fireflies are nature's beautiful showgirls
They love flying and flexing their wings
When they giggle at night like schoolgirls
Who set fireballs to the playground swings.

IBPoetry©️
2/9/2018

I'm the beginning of the end
and the end of time and space.
I'm essential to all creation
and I surround you every place.

I'm without a specific form
and I'm the building block of life.
I'm the unseen guest in your dorm
and I move with stealth like a thief.

I'm not the first neither am I the last
Yet I have always been present.
                            Call me the ancestral ghost from the past             
and I'll never ever really be absent.

Who am I, who do you think I really am?
I have no friends or known enemies
About my identity, nobody gives a ****!
I'm he who has no real rivals and nemesis.

IB-Poetry©️
2/9/2018

A shout out to LeBron
For a big night in Akron
A welcome win for the Cavaliers
Tonight against the TimberWolves.

Cavs finally ended the drought
Via the energy they brought.
Coach Tyronn Lue drew up a game plan
That finally brought a win to the land.

Both teams put up a spectacular show
Leaving the erratic Cavs fans like wow!
The combined 3s of forty was historic,
Shot by both teams was really fantastic!

Tonight LeBron played like a real GOAT!
Playing great basketball from all over the court!
The big block on Butler is not what this is about,
But the clutched game winner fadeaway he shot!

IBPoetry
2/8/2018

Today I had a premonition about something
It was about the kinds of poems I keep writing.
I know most poets don't deem them fit
And not every one of them will be a hit.
I know most people will think it whacks
And will boldly write a comment like *****!
And by the same token tell you '' just kidding''
We all know this is direct intellectual bullying!
And every poet sits here and do absolutely nothing.
How can you live without any remorse of shame?
Maybe people do it to silence the poet in me,
Maybe they do it to ease the pains in themselves
Or to find identity in their miserable lives.
As for me, you just wasting your precious time
You really need to up your bully game.
For me, I certainly will not be defeated
Neither will I ever be intimidated,
By any pathetic, mean and sad individual
Masquerading as a poet or intellectual,
Using Hello Poetry as a cocoon
To scar people's emotions like in the bully room.
You know who you are
And I don't care.
For I'm here to stay
And will write any day!

IBPoetry
2/8/2018

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.

IBPoetry©️

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.


✍️

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.

IBPoetry©️

It's 10:26 pm and I'm full of energy and restless
The ThinkPad with the blank screen beacons.

I tried to resist but it was absolutely pointless
Some fresh ideas just popped up like popcorns.

I have a need for some very new inspiration
A walk alone, a trip in the woods, maybe a tour

Maybe a stealthy visit to the constellation
Where few bright ideas emerge en masse this hour.

I tried t to resist the urge to be active
It was absolutely hopeless

My inner man is too hyperactive
Rendering me totally restless.


IBPoetry©️

Beyond what we use ours for,
there are many kinds of rooms
So let's take a look at the four
walls we design in all rooms.

Bedroom is where we sleep
it contains our beds and pillows
The cushioning upon which we weep
Usually with hands astride or bent elbows.
We make love in our bedrooms
Some nights we just cuddle and talk
Especially those newlyweds who jumped the brooms.
Some night activity causes couples to walk.

The Wardroom is where battles are planned
This room has many good and bad ones
Some plan battles for the liberation of the oppressed
Some plan evil and the infringement of people's freedoms.

The courtroom is where legal decisions are made.
Whether about crimes or a divorce,
A courtroom is where fate and emotions can cascade
It's where justice gives the innocent a voice.

The Classroom is where minds are transformed.
It's where people learn to read and write.
It's where words and knowledge gets us informed
And where we learn, explore and become bright.

The Delivery room is where women give birth
to the babies, they made in the bedroom.
So this is probably the most important on Earth
It's where we receive the life we made in the bedroom.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

A wise man thinks twice
And only acts once.
He asks several times
And accepts blames.

A wise man prays
And always waits.
He understands delays
And certainly never quits.

A wise man spits wisdom
And always seeks knowledge.
His thoughts aren't random
And is never associated with rage.

A wise man is very honest
He strives for perfection.
In everything, he does his best
All because he follows instruction.

A wise man is always a student
And loves to ask questions.
He's always willing to listen
And will at all times, ask for directions.

A wise man changes
They say,
His words and deeds he balances
At each and every step of the way.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

If love had a meter
And inputs were measured,
As a partner or a lover
Would you be surpassed?

Would you allow yourself to be cheated
In order for the love to thrive
or  even out-communicated
Just to make sure the love survive?

If love had a meter
Would you allow lesser time
And seek to do even better
Just to make sure things were fine?

If love was timed and monitored
Would you willingly agree
For your love meter to be decommissioned
So our love can blossom and be free?

If our movements were restricted
Would you allow me to run freely,
In no form or shape be intimidated
Just to prove you love me dearly?

If love depended upon equal inputs
Would you be so caring and selfless
To disregard the unwashed dishes and pots,
My relaxed demeanors or care that I do less?

IvanBrooksPoetry

Keep going until a loss becomes a win.
Keep going for failure is not a sin
So don't you ever give up on anything
You never know what the next bend will bring.

Keep going, keep doing what you do
The bruises and scars you can't undo.
The world isn't interested in your downfalls
Some situations are just temporary walls.

Keep going until you can go no more
Success is a vault without a secret code
You never know when your day will come,
So keep going until you make it home.

Keep going until you fall asleep
keep going even if you'll have to creep.
Keep going even if you are shot at,
Beyond your efforts is where success is at.

#IBPoetry©️
2/3/3018

She was a woman kept out of sight
Her silhouette caught in the twilight
Her body and mind longed for passion
She sat in the confines of her mansion
Alone, wishing for the white horse
and the Prince in possession of the force
To sweep her up her royal feet
And give her a kiss before they even greet.

She faced east against the glowing sun
Her mind told her the time was perfect for a run
She hesitated and contemplated and waited
In her agony, she turns to the mirror and nodded...
Indeed she was very young and beautiful
Why was an opportunity for love not plentiful?
After all, she was a young, and beautiful queen
Smart, charming, gorgeous, that's how it has been
Her eyes were very special, a crystal kinda blue
From early childhood, there were talks about its hue
So people began to call her a new name at nineteen
All because of the color, she became known as Indigo Queen.



IvanBrooksPoetry

Midnight is the free festival of bright ideas
This is the time my side of the world sleeps
When bold and brilliant ideas suffers insomnia
Courtesy of the time zone, a victim of yesterday.
My side of the world is asleep momentarily
Yet the mind eyes of those awake deeply sleeps.  
Some sleepless nights can be progressive nights,
And though the mind eyes suffer defeat,
The reserved army of neurons have lights
With powerful beams to make outputs great.
And just because the ensuing battle looms
It doesn't mean the insomnia demon has won.
This is only a pause in momentum, call it a recess
Oh you renown nemesis of night ravens
Why do you torment me and impede my progress?
Now brace yourself for battle, it's time for revenge.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

In my poverty songbook, I wrote
Fear nothing but to do some wrong
Yet I wrote nothing about being broke
All because poverty made me strong.

From birth, I've sung the poverty song
It's about a unilateral fight against poverty
I know the road to the summit is long
I'll rest at nothing until I dwell in prosperity.

There's a verse in the book about perseverance
It's the main reason for which I wrote the song
In there I thanked God for His grace and Providence
For it's within his grace where we all belong.

In my poverty songbook, I left out a lot of things.
There ain't a single verse about laziness and self-pity.
I instead included a request for a Timberland and wings
These two I'll need to get about and do my hustle duty.

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.

IvanBrooksPoetry

Come sit my brother let's have a talk
I rather we hug and not fight
Come take my hands let's take a walk
Together as one towards the light.

Bare with me my dear brothers
In spite of everything going on
And though we're from different mothers,
Maybe we can embrace and get along.

Why are we dying in the inner city wars
Like we've never heard about love?
Why are we fighting over sneakers and cars
When will this madness really be over?

Come sit with me at the table my brother
Come break bread and eat with me.
For it's time to love, forget and forgive each other,
For we are family and our hearts beats the same.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

We all have just one birthday,
One heart, one brain, and one life.
We have one mother and one father

Yet life wasn't meant for one place,
One thing, one experience, one set of rules,
One religion, one belief system.

Then again I consider this a contradiction because
Many people have multiple Gods,
Many wives, many cars, many homes, many kids
Yet only one thing is certain, we will all die someday
And certainly, be buried in one grave.

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry✍️©️

Pause if you have a cause,
Pause for a second or at every interval.
In a moment of pause,
you can make or receive a call.

In a moment of pause, you can
strategize
theorize
think
drink
rest
test
adjust
check
speak
ask­
take a seat
eat
listen
open
evaluate
formulate.

Pause is everything because
Many things change during a moment of pause.

Words were used in the creation of the world by the grandmaster of creation.

Words are essential, probably the greatest means of communication amongst people since we emerged from the caves.

Words can be used to communicate and express ourselves, our feelings, our emotions.

Words can also be used for the formulation of plans and evil that will cause potential destructions.

Words can be properly utilized to convey messages of hope and love, reconciliation and peace.

Words have often been used to express our genuine discontents about issues regarding human rights, moral justice, and equality.

Words can be used to write great stories and words can be tools when we write a beautiful poetry.

Words are often used as silent weapons in the dissimilation of lies propaganda and malicious gossips.

Words can start a war and words can stop a war.

Words can uplight or downgrade, Whether used to the console or motivate, inspire or cast a spell, manipulate or mislead.

Words can be the caveat for the downfall of a great nation because one idiotic leader uses it to disparage, negate and see others as shitholes.


IvanBrooksPoetry©️

I know not from whence my inspirations cometh
I believe I was chosen from the time of my birth.
Alone and undisturbed, I have strange visitation
Embellished with beautiful stories delivered via imagination
Even the mental drought known as writer's block
Goes away the very moment the spirits knock.
Thanks to my late Queen mother who told me stories
And tales of our ancestor's conquest of adversities.
I am the last of the great Grios from my tribe.
The spirits will always be my source of inspiration and guide.
I come alive at night when the entire world sleep,
That's when the best ideas and loose words creep.
These words I process as part of my solemn obligation.
As custodian of Ancient history and its dissemination.
Call me a poet because of spoken word and great poetry
In actuality, I'm the last Grio sent to write our ancient oral history.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

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.

Those meant for you
Will love you truly
Pray for you seriously    
Bare with you patiently
And believe you continuously.

Those meant for you
Will love you madly
Listen to you keenly
Advice you repeatedly
And love you unconditionally.

Those meant for you
Will love you faithfully
Fight for you furiously
Defend you fearlessly
And display you publicly.

Those Meant For You
Will love you blindly
Come to you hurriedly
Support you strongly
And work with you tirelessly.

We all need to eat
We are all guilty of something.
We all want to be great
We have all caused someone some pains.
We all have flaws and imperfections.
Some want profits and gains
We all have issues and situations.
We all have fears
We all have dreams and aspirations.
We all cry tears
We all have emotions
We all want somebody to love us.
We all have sinned
Some of us loved to be the boss
Many of us want to always win
We all want the best things in life.
We all love somebody
We all afraid of a knife
We will all die someday
We all fall short of the glory of God.
Many believe in God Almighty
Some have beliefs in no Gods
And frown on Christianity
Some have faiths in other Gods
and embrace humanity
..we are humans!

The book of poetry
has a page in every book,
It's not found in any registry
and it has no special look.

The book of poetry
Is inferior to the Bible.
But its mainly about artistry
Any has no verses of trouble.

The book of poetry
Is similar to the Book of Eli
It keeps secrets of our ancestry
Buried deep in the kingdom of Mali.

The book of poetry
Recognizes the Koran
Yet has no creed or authority
And places no restriction on any man.

The book of poetry
Transcends every bestseller
Yet no one has right over its intellectual property
And it belongs to every poet, every reader, and writer.

Time is of the essence
And against the timeline of deliverance,
I have struggled to focus
Which isn't normal because
I have a special deadline
For something destined for my timeline.
It's a masterpiece I have to write.
If the universe plants words in the constellation
And blesses each poet through his imagination,
why then is my diction so quiet,
And where are you dear inspiration?
Please rescue me in my time of desperation.
Kindly tell the poetic overlords
  That I ran out of words
Tell them I'm in a limbo and it *****
I need a solution that works
because all boils down to the mechanical wall clock
Held hostage by this episode of writer's block.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

I dreamed
The death of my dream
And it
Provoked a loud scream
Deep from within me.
All because
Of how far we came as a team.

I dreamed
The death of my dream
Which meant
the outage of a light beam
That once illuminated hope,
Without which I can't cope.

In actuality
The death of my dream
Would Mean
For me a very new ballgame,
Which Signals a new beginning
For all the challenges looming.

Therefore this death of my dream
Is a just a fabricated lie
All because
Our dreams don't really die
Yes, they do at times get old,
But most often they just go cold.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

Walk away
When he starts to beat
And make you weep.

Walk away
if he is cheap
and starts to hide and sneak.

Walk away
If he doesn't support you
but instead suppresses you.

Walk away
If he can't sleep
at night and starts to creep.

Walk away
if you're not appreciated
and your love starts to get underrated.

Walk away
When your love isn't reciprocated
proudly walk away and be respected.

Walk away
If he really doesn't know your worth
And not about relationship growth.

Walk away
Maybe Somebody else deserves you
Somebody who will call you boo.

Walk away
If he will not remain loyal and committed,
Take you seriously and be dedicated.

Even though you tried to hold it together
walk away if you see no future in any brother.

Walk away
If you live in fear
before you drown in tears.

#IBPoetry©️
twitter @ivanclappers

When one woman cries somewhere
God sends storms the same afternoon
Torrential rain falls elsewhere
And Heaven pours down monsoon.

Whenever she's happy and smiling
Sun shines brightly in all dark places
life sprouts and plants start growing
Souls brighten and everything balances.

Some poems are like classic cars
They're old, bestsellers and great
Very famous and heavyweight,
Their legendary tales told at the bars.

Some poems are like Lamborghini
Fast, loud and stir up different emotions
They are magical and perform like Houdini
Taking us beyond our wildest imaginations.

Some poems are like a Ferrari
Fast, loud, costly and mindblowing
Some went through fine tuning
Ready for the adventurous desert safari.

Some poems are a Mercedes SLK
Fast,affordable,famous,people's favorite
Upon sight, people just stand around and talk
Every time we see them we celebrate.

Some poems are simple and great
Some are so good and impossible to rate.
Some will keep you woke
Brilliant and so off the hook!

Some poems are so romantic
Appealing to one's fantasy
Some are just so demonic
Embellished with total heresy.

Some poems are like a Rollsroyce
They intrigue us
Classic, historic, famous
They embody royalty, very luxurious.

Some poems are like a Bugatti Veyron
very costly, fast, collectible
Loved by kings and Barons
Making our speed appetites insatiable.

Some poems are Mustangs
Muscles, deep, street savvy
Gruesome like hunger pangs
They are powerful and heavy.

Some poems are like Teslas
Clean, smart, rich people's favorite
Costing the average people accessive dollars
They are smoothly written and moderate.

Some poems are like a Koenigsegg
Fast, rare, collectible and very costly
They instantly sweep you off your one leg
leaving you like '' seriously! ''

Some poems will make you go WOW!
And some will make you bow
Making you feel inferior to the poet
Especially the ones written by a laureate.

Some poems are mundane
containing things to drive you insane
Some poems are just cool
but contains useful cools

Some poems have powerful impacts
they contain deep knowledge and facts
Some poems are very good
Some will nourish you like food.

Some poem will bore you
Some poems will entertain you
Some poems will enrich you
And reach you wherever you are.

Some poems will set your mind on fire
And leave lasting impacts like screeching tires
Some poems are just incredible
Revealing things that are relatable.

Some poems are wonderful
And some are prayerful
Some are a little bit radical
And some are somehow political.

Some poems are just ordinary
Yet they're devotion to start early
And motivation to use during the day
Something to take you all the way.

Some poets are so creative
their poems are just amazing.
Some are outright provocative
Yet their works are just fascinating.


©️ #IvanBrookspoetry✍️

She said
Are you losing your head?
Calm down
You need me right now
Breathe in, breathe out
let it out.

She said
Take your time
You gonna be fine
You need this therapy
let's talk about your day
Follow my advice
Just close your eyes.

She says something
I heard nothing
I began to laugh
And I let out a sigh
She laid her hands on me
And took control of me.

She said
Tell me your problems
I help you solve them.
I began to stress,
My emotions were a mess.
She touched my lower back
It felt like an electric shock
I began to say something
And told her everything
I felt like I was healing
Or was I developing a feeling?

She said
Lie on the bed.
Man she had some curves
And the relaxed my nerves
She had everything
But I could do nothing!
This was just therapy
And for me a very bad day!

.✍️IBpoetry©️✍️

Before all of this, even after all of this, I will forever be a patriot.
Before the poet in me matured and I started talking like a parrot,
The dogs of war barked and I climbed exile's fence on my own
And there I have dwelled, with nothing tangible to bring me down.

I have been on this fence so long and I will remain there forever!
Especially since the premature child is still in the incubator.
From this vantage point, I have learned never to trust any politician
I've always looked at them with mistrust, disdain, and suspicion,

Before all of this  and before I ran and climbed the exile fence,
I was once mercilessly flogged, dragged and made to dance
By drugged up and coerced child soldiers with a rubber cable
They tied and spread me like a dog on the market table
I watched as innocent people were killed with a rusty knife
There, I vowed to become a fence dweller for the rest of my life!

I've been a patriot all my life but I have done it from here..safer.
From here I have seen blood spilled, hearts broken, hopes dashed,
progresses stalled, mullions embezzled, promises broken, lies told
people changed, games played, party surfed, interests prioritized.
And from this vantage point, I have learned never ever to trust any politician
I have always been right...though I have looked on with disdain, suspicion,
and operated with caution but through it all, I have remained a true patriot and a fence dweller.

.✍️©️✍️IvanBrooksPoetry.✍️©️✍️

As powerful as the sun is, its rays don't touch everything on earth and neither does it shine in every corner always.Similarly, our days will not always be filled with goodness and abundance.

As wonderful as it is to fall in love, the end results don't favor everybody who falls in love.Equally, our individual love stories will not always end with red roses delivered to us with ease and romance.

As beautiful as paradise is, death, which is the prerequisite and path to transition to that glorious place paved with gold, is not at all welcome by the devotees of any religious faiths.

As careful as we are about our future plans, goals, marriages, and dreams, nothing in life is guaranteed.

As merciful and loving as God Almighty is, hellfire is already a designated place for sinners.

Even though everyman is his own man
Yet no man an island,
Because he needs the next man
To give him a helping hand.

Every man needs a friend
For a piece of bread when he's hungry
Without love for his fellow countrymen,
There won't be peace in their country?

Each man possesses a unique tone
Yet no man alone can make a mass choir
For he can't sing all the parts alone
He does not have all a choir will require.

A man's wealth may pay for his funeral
Yet he'll never be able to bury himself
For it's impossible to partake in a burial
When the person being buried is yourself.

I have a power
that nobody sees with their eyes
It's a little thing call faith.

I have a voice
That nobody else hears
It's my calling.

I have a Life
That nobody knows about,
Every night I see Maya Angelo.

I Speak another language
That nobody else understands,
My determination.

I committed a crime
That nobody else knows of,
I murdered fear!

I have a secret
that nobody knows of,
I'm a slave to poetry!

I made it...
Though I haven't much of what it takes.
I certainly saw some pretty dark days
Though I have had my fair share of heartbreaks,
The Lord has blessed me in many ways.

I  made it...
Even though I've waddled in emptiness
And had my share of disappointments
And my equal share of Loneliness
I have also had so many blessed moments.

I Made It...
Though  I had my share of sorrow
Despite all this and through it all,
God kept me here to see tomorrow
I know by grace I will not fall.

I Made it...
Even though I made it without any money
And have had my share of Troubles,
I know my joy will come in the morning
For my meals will be served on many tables.

I made it!

Change is the blink of an eye
or the shift of a gear.
Change is saying goodbye
or a new outfit to wear.

Change could be a decision
or the reverse.
Change could be a promotion
given to someone else.

Change could be a relationship
whether old or new.
Change could be a friendship
adding or taking away a few.

Change is biology
the study of life.
Change is psychology
talking to a man to drop the knife.

Change is adaptation
When we have to adjust.
Change is transition
be it to or from a new post.

Change is acceptance
be it about you or a situation.
Change is reluctance
to move beyond your current position.

Change is Barack Obama
when he killed Osama.
Change is Donald Trump
Acting like a complete dumb.

Change is regime change
President Ellen Johnson leaving her position
Change is working with something strange
President Weah winning the election.

Change is new wealth
When you enjoy new money.
Change is a better health
Replacing sugar with honey.

Change is giving birth
when you bring forth a child.
Change is death
Or being buried in the field.

Change is taking a wife
and gladly jumping the broom
And staying together for life
till death do your part.

Change is tomorrow
for nobody knows what it'll bring.
Whether it'll be some kind of sorrow
Or a song of joy for us to sing.

     IvanBrookspoetry©️