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Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
For about an entire week,
I experienced the writer's block.
All I did was pace and peek,
At the old broken wall clock.
I had the compulsion to write,
But I lacked the inspiration.
Though I had the burning desire,
I couldn't find the motivation.
The quest took me to the book,
And I found nothing there.
I tried a completely different look,
That resulted in nothing either.
Whatsoever I really did,
Produced nothing much
In spite of this, I didn't want to quit
So I tried a deeper search.
I searched within others
They had nothing either.
So I liaised with some brothers,
Some had nothing to share.
Then I tried my fellow writers,
They had everything over there
I tried to search beyond them,
And the question was where?
So I said to myself ****,
What about I stay right here!


IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018
This is fictional but purely a beautiful poetry...I have been busy trying to get life's tight grips from my neck.
391 · Mar 2018
Burning Desire
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 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
Some people call it desires, purpose or passion...I call it life because it transcends writing, it's everything!
390 · Jan 2018
A Selfless Prayer
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
One day a good man sat all alone
Wondering if things would ever improve
So he quietly entered his prayer zone
And prayed selflessly to God above
For the gift of life and his bread.
Although he didn't pray for wealth,
‘' Bless them ‘'was part of what he said
He included a prayer for his health.
At the end he prayed for his children,
Asking God to bring them prosperity.
Finally he prayed for all his brethren,
And the poor families in his community .

twitter @ivanclappers
Love your neighbor as yourself...says the good book
390 · Feb 2018
The love Song
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
Verse 1:
I want to take you to a paradise
where everything is just cool and nice
Come take the journey in my spaceship
That I built using the components of friendship.

refrain:
Come with me, come with me
Come with me to a brand new world
Come with me, come with me
Come and become my all in all.

Come with me, come with me
Come slice like a Samurai's sword
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come help me stand tall.

Verse 2:
Come let me take you on a long romantic holiday
Come with me and help me write the melody
To the love song that we'll sing on our honeymoon
Come let's soar beyond the stars and the moon.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018
Love song came come nowhere, I don't even have a melody.Well, I have to find me a singer I guess.
384 · Jan 2018
Dear Poetry
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Dear poetry
Listen clearly
Over the years
I shed tears
When you discouraged me,
yelled at me,
disowned me,
overlooked me,
insulted me  
pushed me,
beat me,
cursed me,
used me,
abused me  
vexed me,
addressed me,
**** naked me,
broke up with me
blamed me
Dizzed me
shamed me
and dumped me.

In spite of all this, I stayed
and obeyed
resisted
appealed
begged
agreed
put in work
read
learned
researched
wrote
spellchecked.

Dear poetry
Oh thou makest me happy
My one and only true love
Sent from the man above
I surely know you're mine
The signs are there this time
If the truth can't be spoken
This bond won't be broken,
I have never felt this kinda love
Maybe it comes from above
I feel so very safe with you
Anytime I can call you my boo
From you, I'll never ever escape
Not even in a Superman's cape
Each and every night I stay up late
For words, inspiration and for your sake.

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
This love is like a poison
And for some odd reason
It took me the first moment
And caused me pains and torment
I didn't think we could go this far
I'm now becoming a star
Though I'm not yet famous
My likes and views are numerous
And to say the least.
I'm now a poetic beast!

Dear Poetry
Tonight You look so pretty
Can you stay with me tonight?
I promise to treat you right
On ice is a cool bottle of wine
We can both drink and feel fine
And afterward, we can just curdle
And watch the stars twinkle
And gaze into the constellation
From where I get the inspiration
I will process into spoken words
Words sharper than a Sumarai's swords
With it, I'll win accolades and a price
And a voice in this poetic race.
You 've made me feel so proud
Therefore I'will hail your name aloud
Serenading you among many
At the award and honoring ceremony.
I love poetry
383 · Mar 2018
The Old Age Song
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
Now that I'm old I just can't keep on moving
I can now relax because I have nowhere to go.
The rest of my life I'll sit because all my life I've been hustling
This is the reality, this is what my life has come to.

Society now gives credence to the wrong things.
Modern culture is now full of triviality,
And ethics and decency got affixed with wings
Then right after, flew off and left us with mediocrity.

I see my age as a factor in just about everything
Especially because I came from the old school
Where courtesy and respect was the thing,
An era in which it was a sin to become a fool.

I see my age also as a blessing in so many ways,
For I have lived beyond my youth to this day.
And no matter what my age and gray hair says
I'll always be that boy who grew up with Kid N' Play.

The adage says age is nothing but a number
Yet in the era beyond my prime, it matters.
It matters because there's a lot to do when you're older.
To hell with the world because I'll have nursing home workers.

Besides, Everything funny I say or do my age will explain
Be it good or bad, vile or wise, and even right or wrong.
My age will be a yardstick and until death requires no discipline.
All I have to do is sit in my rocking chair and sing the old age song.

To become gray old and wrinkled is to enter the wisdom stage
A time when every word I utter will have a positive impact
And every word of motivation from me will open a page
For the people around me and generations after I depart.


IB-Poetry©️
2/28/2018
Unless you die in your prime.old age is inevitable and every one of us blessed to reach considers it a blessing....this is the reality!
383 · Jan 2018
Rise And Shine
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Rise And Shine, Make today thine
For most perfect days like mine,
Promises no perfect tomorrow
For time is a perpetual arrow .

Rise and shine, now is the time
Slay your way to the borderline
Cherish your days and every great moments
Embrace your life and own all the moments .

Rise and shine, It's happiness time
Say aloud the world is now mine
Enjoy the rays whilst it lasts
Yesterday is now about our pasts .

Rise and shine, make time thine
Shine like autumn in summer time
Put in play hours and make it yours
For a day lasts but just few hours .

Rise and shine, make for yourself time
Allow yesterday and time to intertwine
Today is here, Tomorrow still awaits
Shine.for a borrowed time never waits .

twitter@ivanclapers
#IvanBrookspoetry
The first step towards anything is to rise up...purpose
382 · Apr 2019
Homage To Africa
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2019
I pay great homage to my Africa
The continent of several million cultures
Roots of the Dreadlocks of Jamaica
Jambo Africa, land of the vultures
Akwaba to the Eden of Black people
Ancient Africa mother of humanity,
The world still feed at your diseased table
Oh, Africa, custodian of nature's bounty.

Mama Ebony, you've forever represented since the creation
Thy cornerstones are planted on top of Pharaoh's tomb
Oh Timbuktu, the cradle of ancient education,
Blessed is thy beautiful dark womb.
Lined with fertile dark mineral soil
Eternal volt of the Ashanti gold
Adorned with gems, smeared with oil
Yet not half of your story has been told
Volcanos fuels silently off your gas
Land of Akana, the guidance of the sun
Your Pyramid stands where it once was
Watching time and age having some fun.

IvanBrookspoetry
I pay homage to Africa,mother of humanity
My roots,my people.My culture
and My history ,,
Spirit of my ancestors.
381 · Aug 2019
A Peasant's Tears
Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2019
I
A peasant sat and prayed
to the God of his ancestors.
The cool evening crept slowly
and the dust devil rose hastily,
Spraying mist of powdery brown
dust into his sunken eyes.
The cloud, as if It discerned
his dismal and dejected mood,
instantly formed a variation
Of comforting images
He was in a period of grief,
Visibly beset with gloom.
He ignored all of these
impromptu shows nature
improvised to curb his pains.
The tears came and came,
he shivered and sobbed until
he felt his loss had subsided.

II
With legs crossed and chin
In hands, he felt sorrow
and anger overwhelming him.
Perplexed by grief and
the thought of her.
"If only I knew how to fly.",
he thought, almost in tears.
His moistened eyes were motionless
Transfixed on the windowpane
Unaware of the gusts of wind
softly rattling the palm thatch roof
Of the disheveled gbafah he
he goes to whenever he needed
To be introverted.
He padded the soft silt with his
barefoot unaware of the colony of
fire ants as they mounted his limbs.
He was instantly jolted to reality
by the excruciating pains caused
By the fire ant's morsels deeply
embedded in his skinny patched
legs beneath his frail body frame

III
He missed the one and only love
He knew, his fondness for her could only be characterized as a malady of affection.
Ever since she left, every evening came and went without him taking his eyes off the main road leading down the overgrown trails beneath the canopy of trees. The day went by, but he failed to notice that dusk had engulfed the village and all around him were the burning flames of many diminutive fireflies.
He cared less about the pains still burning his now swollen feet. The eerie sounds of the night crickets echoed but he had one thought; to see his true love.
He couldn't get her off his mind and
It repulsed him to think of the possibility
Of her not coming back.

IV
"Where are you my queen, what has happened to your promise you made to me about coming back to me?"
Come let's roam in the undergrowth once again. The hills call your name and the birds chuckle.
I am losing my mind, I'm forfeiting my staying power. come lets play, come.
"come, my love, come walk barefooted in these ponds, come let's dance and play in the rain. come and undulate your gorgeous
hips and spin like a flamingo in flight."
In tears, I remember how you made me smile, how you turn my life around and blessed me with your heart and beautiful smile. Come to me, come to me, my love.
.

#IvanBrookspoetry ©
               8-28-2019
                 #Bassapoet
                               twitter@ivanclappers
This piece came from afar....deep from a sad place ,
380 · Jan 2018
Writer's block
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
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©️
Dr fab and team await me but here I am...the struggle to get that piece delivered birthed this piece on writer's block.
377 · Jan 2018
Everlasting Words
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
We don't need to live too long
To leave legacies that will live forever.
For a while we live, forever like legends
Our deeds are here for us to speak
Whoever found guilty of doing us wrong
Need to live longer to amend his broken ties
For a while things will stall, at the end we will talk
Our egos circumvented by deep organic love
The greatest assets of human emotions
Which we don't need longer lives to project
For we will live as long as our words lives on.

We don't need to live too long
To speak out deep words of motivation
For a while our words, forever like legends
The consequences are here for history to see
Whosoever neglects the roots of humble beginning
Should live longer to make amends with the Grios
For a while our dreams will meet, only for a while
Ambition will lead us yet, organic love and spoken words
Words, the seeds of poetry engraved in human DNA
Brought to life by poets, read as words painted in poetry
                   For we will live on as long as our words live on
                        
         twitter @ivanclappers
We will live on in our words through our works...
375 · Jul 2019
Her
Ivan Brooks Sr Jul 2019
Her
A Cherry toast to a Goddess,
Who rides a beautiful mess.
When Virgo lets go of her flow,
She winces from the pain below.
The agony beneath her belly,
that unwelcomed monthly bully.
A little token for her elegance
for her soft steps when she dances.
For those available chances,
Like a tigress, she pounces.
For her beautiful behind,
For her inquisitive mind.
For her soft flawless skin,
Which covers every woman's sin.
For those slender arms
and curvy legs, I've no qualms.

For her awesomeness,
and her sumptuousness.
for her enviable beauty
described in this poetry.
For those bedroom eyes,
that cries at goodbyes.
For her luscious lips
and those gorgeous hips.
For the sweet nectar
Of her velvety petal.
For her rose flowers,
the caveat for her powers.
the only price she has to pay,
Like a queen to slay.

#IvanBookspoetry© #Bassapoet©
       30-7-2019
*For all my beautiful queens, for all women.
This poem is a solemn tribute to your womanhood.
373 · Aug 2018
Poetry Has One Secret
Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2018
Poetry is food
Food is energy.
Therefore it's good
To embrace the synergy.

Poetry is life
Life is very short
Find a wife
Let love fill your heart.

Poetry is a message
Message sent to us,
Wrapped as a package.
To unwrap, we've to focus.

Poetry covers everything
Everything we know.
Yet it's centered around one thing.
That which I can't talk about now.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
What's this thing I can't talk about, can you guess?
372 · Apr 2019
Sleepless Night
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2019
Why couldn't I fall asleep last night?
Maybe I just didn't wanna really
miss out on all of the juicy spoils
that yesterday offered as benefits.
Or maybe it is just the sheer
anticipation and uncertainties
of tomorrow that scared sleep away.
Darkness is no more, summer is soon here.
So I lay there sleepless and wide awake,
listening to the sounds of the wind
lazily flipping the blinds against the window.
Outside, the occasional sounds of the
the first barrage of the night crickets echos.
I begin to wonder what it is to be a cricket.
How sweet to live on grace provided by God,
and how free to fly without any limitations.
I was jolted back to reality by a sound,
maybe it was insomnia quietly creeping out.
Or the challenges of tomorrow moving in.
Tired red eyes squinting to see from whence
cometh the unknown but welcomed sound,
I saw nothing but I knew I heard something.
So I waited for clarity of the sound source,
thereafter heard nothing further in the room.
I was quite as though a ghost had passed.
Slowly, I began to drift, the elusive sleep was here.


IvanBrookspoetry
30.04.2019
Sleepless nights can become productive nights.
371 · Mar 2018
Fruitless
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
The more you work or harder you try
Some things just won't work
So don't sit and try to cry
Either you quit or put in more work.

The harder you try to look
Some things you just won't see
You can google or search a book
Some answers you just won't see.

The harder you care or love
Some people just won't care
You can clean or cook on the stove
That sentiment he or she won't share.

The harder you try for peace of mind
The more you will finally come to agree
That inner peace is not easy to find
It really doesn't exist in wealth or a degree.

IB-Poetry©️
3/7/2018
The hardest work doesn't guarantee the best results.
371 · Feb 2018
A poet's Assets
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
A MacBook
A yellow notebook
Few old notepads
A winter jacket with shoulder pads
Many unfinished manuscripts
Few badly written comic scripts
Couple of pencils
A pack of pain pills
A Rocking chair
My fishing gear
Few hooks
Many books
A headphone
One smartphone.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018
Not much to show.
368 · Feb 2019
The Immortality Of Poetry
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2019
Poetry is a form of life after death.
For spoken words lives on forever.
Even long after we're gone from earth,
Our words will be read everywhere .

One Poet Called it the immortality of arts
Which I wholeheartedly agreed with. beyond this and all reasonable doubts,
Through ink,poetry is guaranteed a rebirth.

                          #IB-poetry( c)
                           31/01/2019
                          #Bassapoet
Life is poetry ,Afterlife too is poetry .
367 · Feb 2020
Poetic Paradise
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2020
Do you know God is going to set fire
on those who failed to read poems?
Do you know there's going to be
No bad weather besides soft quiet storms?

Do you know we gonna meet hordes
Of legendary artists and poets there?
Do you know were going to see Maya,
Tupac, Prince, Kobe, Gianna, Miles,
Micheal Jackson and Shakespeare?

Do you know regular folks, the Saints and all good people are going to be in new Jerusalem?
Do you know a special place has been built for us poets, a place God called poetry-selem?

Do you know poets are going be on the team with kings David and Solomon, writing psalms and hymns?
Do you know we are going to speak a special language and be called by new names?

Do you know our words are going to line the Billboards of Heaven for all to see?
Do you know that the tree of life is heaven's only tree?

#IBpoetry©
Twitter @ivanclappers
6-2-2020
Even though most of us won't make Heaven,Poetic Paradise is guaranteed.
367 · Jan 2018
Blueprint For Peace
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Even though we were once bitter
Each one of us can embrace change,
By just becoming a little sweeter,
We can hang hate up the door hinge.

Even though we are all strangers
We can all become good friends
And do things together as regulars
By first hugging and shaking hands.

Even though we once messed up,
By loading intoxicants on the brain
We can all do better by waking up
And flushing the poisons down the drain.

Even though we fall short of God's glory
We all form parts of the human race
If we shake hands and tell each other sorry
We can make this world a peaceful place.

✍️#IvanBrooksPoetry ©️
There's still hope for everyone and everything if we change
366 · Feb 2018
A Moment's Pause
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
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.
we all need one...
364 · Feb 2018
I Hate Winter
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
I hate winter
It gets cold
No foothold
Unpredictable
unreliable
miserable.

I hate winter
It gives you
Huge energy bills
Cracked lips
Broken Hips
icy nose tips.

I hate winter
Full of things like
Snow shoveling
sliding
Car crashing
Plenty eating
Sick feeling
people freezing
double clothing.

IB-Poetry
2/23/2018
I just hate the **** winter!
364 · Jan 2018
The Story Of Time
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Time flies like bullet everyday
Scrapping youthfulness as she speeds away
transforming and changing the way we look
Time has no special handbook
Telling us how to behave and live
Time takes away many opportunities
Yet valued as one of life's most precious commodities
It's like saying we don't deserve it
Yet real time cannot be dealt with
So call her the silent unseen enemy
Because She heads the aging army.

Time can chose to be both slow and yet aggressive
But to others she can become vile and abrasive
Especially when she claws evilly away at beauty
Leaving her sad ,all alone and empty..
And Wrinkled, useless and quite old ,
Left only with sad stories to be told
They say time waits on no man
So you have no time even if you can
It's so sad that time tells stories we don't believe
Time was here, Time is packed , ready to leave .
Time is a perpetual arrow that heads the aging army .
356 · Jan 2018
The School Of Life
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I learned to read and write at school.
I educated myself during my traveling and adventures .
I learned to swim well but it was in life's whirlpool
From thugs in the streets I got my lectures
Life provided me with the courses
My Failures harden my resolves
I got taught by my personal experiences
To get my bread I had to join pack like the wolves .
My tests were my challenges ,help came from no connection.
I failed a few courses and had to do remainders .
Yet through it all , I persevered grace to my street education ,
I was promoted to the class of those called breadwinners .

Somehow I knew my only way out was to hustle
So I set out to find myself but missed my way many times
I ate grass ,lighted trees ,ran the streets to beat the struggle
From the streets I learned to calculate my nickles and dimes .
I discovered poetry from the greatest book called the Bible ,
Written by the author and finisher of my faith , Jah most high
After writing my first poetry thru prayers ,I knew I was able
Thank God for the school of life ,I know everything will be aight !


twitter @ivanclappers
#vanguardpoetry23
#IvanBrookspoetry
Life is a school that teaches many things beyond reading and writing .
349 · Jun 2019
Shine Like A Star
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2019
The world is dark,
Be a bright mark.
Shine like a star
And glow from afar.

In your quiet hours
Paint bright flowers,
And draw beautiful hearts.
Leave a footprint of arts.

Shine yourself and glow
You may never know,
The souls you inspire.
Don't let your zest expire.

Your life, your glory,
The lessons from your story,
can bring focus to others
So shine for your bothers.

The world is a sad place,
Marinade your soul in grace.
Be a source of pure joy,
To a sad little girl or boy.

On your face wear a smile,
For a friend, go an extra mile.
Be the soul of your community,
And always exude positivity.

Hug a man, hug a woman,
Always give a helping hand.
Be one of Gods shepherds,
And love your neighbors.

#IvanBrookspoetry
6.26.2019
A light in the dark is never hidden
.. people see you from afar
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
A man's greatest right is not his birthright.
Birthrights are sometimes sold or can cause a fight
So maybe it's his right to change his own mind
Over and over and again without looking behind.
Something he can do without conceding any loses
This is his birthright, this he can do whenever he chooses.

IB-Poetry©️
3/14/2018
To change your mind is your God-given right.
348 · Mar 2020
Can We Just talk?
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2020
Can we just talk
For old times sake.
Can we take a walk,
In spite of the heartbreak?

This journey we are on,
Started out just alright.
We glued and started to bond,
Holding hands under the moonlight.

Can we just talk
I'll apologize if I'm wrong
So Can you just halt,
And jam to this love song?

I have been dreaming
It's you I know I want.
You have been refusing,
Telling me you just can't?

Can we just talk,
About what's happening?
I crossed the line of chalk,
Therefore I've come begging.

Remember the time
When we were young?
I was broke without a dime,
I gave you a rose and a love song.

Can we just talk
And reflect on good times?
Can we please talk,
In spite of my love crimes?

Give me another chance,
To do a poem on your heart.
Let me take you out to dance,
To make up for my bad act.

Can we please just talk,
Like we did before?
Can we just take a walk,
Near the ocean shore?

#IBpoetry©••#Bassapoet

       <<< 26-3-2020 >>>
Can we just have a moment, of understanding, can we at talk?
348 · Jun 2019
Forces
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2019
Sometimes all you have is the forces within you.
Sometimes all you have to listen to is the sound
of those forces crashing like the ocean waves.
Sometimes all you sense is the internal motion
and vibration of the opposing forces within you.
The forces of love and hate that's found in everything.
The forces of good and evil that govern human emotions,
the forces of growth and stagnation that drive productivity
and the force of artistry that fuels and enhances creativity.

#Ivanbrookspoetry©️
15.6.2019
Forces....was inspired by the work of anothe poet.#credits
346 · Mar 2018
Welcome To Hello Poetry
Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
Welcome home
here no poet is alone
Go on, write
if you feel like.
This is hello poetry
home of poetic artistry
This is a platform
come and perform.
come showcase
and plead your case.
...welcome home


IB-Poetry©️
3/13/2018
Showing a bit of gratitude...
345 · Jun 2018
Rejoice
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2018
Rejoice in your own struggles
There's a lesson in everything.
Smile when you have troubles,
For you've gained something.

Pray when you have troubles
There's a reason behind them.
Do it even if your woes doubles,
Blessed are those who use them.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©
8/6/2018
There's always a way, so rejoice!
345 · Jun 2019
I Will
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2019
I will continue to compose every day,
and let the inner man say whatever.
I will let the darkroom of my mind
shine and showcase my products.
I will continue to inspire and captivate
the young, old and eager minds alike.
Deep down within me is a voice crying,
and craving for a space in the minds
of those with faded dreams and broken hearts.
I will continue to give wings to words
and fly them beyond their hopes and dreams.
See how I flip words and juggle thoughts,
I am the gladiator, see how I swing my pen,
I was commissioned to resurrect dead words
and I'll continue on this creative journey
until the lord of words takes away my last breath.

I will share whenever I can, however I can,
and whatever I want and share my thoughts.
I will continue to let my poetic ink leak
on different colors of papers or in digital form.
Call me the dark Vader of ghetto poetry,
Some think I'm the last link between
the overcomers of poverty and victims of politics.
I will let the poet in me let out decibels of screams,
I will mold minds and rekindle faded dreams
via the richness and depths of my poetry.
I wish to write poetry that is enchantingly lovely
and spit spoken words sharper than a Samurai's sword.

I will continue to head the renaissance of poetry.
I have the compulsion to write and share
all that I've received from the universe in my verses,
just look at my lines, see the iambic meters.
Too Many great minds once walked this earth,
too many dead legends died without a chance
to showcase their God-given talents and gifts
All because they had no access to FB
or other platforms on which to share their thoughts.
The graveyard is the richest place on earth.
They say it has too many unrefined talents,
too many unrealized dreams, unspoken words,
too many unexplored visions and unwritten lines,
too many unheard voices and unexpressed thoughts.

.....I will

#IvanBrookspoetry©️
#Bassapoet✍️
6.11.2019
I will...
344 · Jan 2018
Position Statement
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
On here I may be new
and my views few
but make no mistake
I have a point to make
And I'm here to stay
I have things to say
So show me some love
Or step aside and move .
I have found me a platform
Where I can perform .
I'll write from this podium
And use this medium
to represent and shine
As long as I have the time .
I am here to stay....
343 · Sep 2018
The Reality Of Love
Ivan Brooks Sr Sep 2018
Some people show love
and some people fake love.
Some people complicate love
And others demonstrate love.  

Love is just like a flower
That'll always need water
And not a tiny bit of lie
Which will cause it to die?

Love cost Romeo his Life
Although Juliette wasn't his wife
Is it just to say he died for free
Oh, Romeo, your life was a tree.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
19/09/2018
What Love has to do with it?
342 · Jul 2019
Rebel Poet
Ivan Brooks Sr Jul 2019
Most often, I wake up at odd hours,
To meditate and harness my powers.
To my doom, the universe upload
To my notebook pro, I download.

I write often from inspiration
and I owe nobody an explanation.
So I write what I really feel like,
I write for yellow, gold, Black and white.

I'm a rebel poet, I follow no rules,
I write for all the rough dudes,
And I write for all the cute chicks
with skinny jeans and rogue lipsticks.

Sometimes my poems will rhyme
At times they come out as a hymn.
Sometimes you see the iambic meter,
and you wonder if I am a poet or writer.

I'm a rebel poet, I write what comes to mind.
My works appeal to the ******* and blind.
It also inspires the good, bad, young and old.
If you tell my story, make sure the truth is told.

      #IBpoetry©#Bassapoet✍
        <<7-15-2019>>
Nothing to say but thanks to poetry for accepting my right and wrong.
340 · Aug 2019
My Words
Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2019
My words can't crash the market,
but it can sell ideas.
My words can not mislead
but it can vividly direct.
My words can't start a war
put it can sensitize warlords.
My words can't condemn
but it can seriously demand.
My words can not tear down
but it can surely uplift.
My words can not hurt
but it can not definitely heal.
My words can dig the earth
but it can circumnavigate the globe.
My words can not pierce stones
but it can reach deep into the soul.
My word can not wipe a woman's tears
but it can calm her down, reassure
and put smiles on her beautiful face.
My words can not bring forth lives
but it can transform many lives.
My words can not crush a diamond,
but it can soften a hardened heart.
My words can not feed a multitude of folks
but it can wake up the consciousness of
An entire generation with faded dreams.
Most importantly, it can motivate and inspire
them to engage and rethink and Move.

#IvanBrookspoetry© #Bassapoet
21-8-2019
Words..my words does a lot.
338 · Apr 2019
About me
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2019
I have no enemies
but just a few haters.
I, therefore, dread rivalries,
and trouble makers.

I don't like to *******.
Therefore I walk alone.
I have an inner voice,
That plays chill as a ringtone.

I want to be here and there,
but not in a particular place.
I dust after me everywhere,
To erase any kind of trace.

I trust no man or woman,
Only when he or she is dead.
Yet I see good in every man,
So I pray for them when I go to bed.

#IvanBrooksPoetry
This came from nowhere special...
337 · Apr 2019
Escape From Poverty
Ivan Brooks Sr Apr 2019
Sadly, I was born free to poverty
yet enslaved to many things.
I was raised right in the wrong place
So I planned my escape from poverty.

Gladly I liberated myself and my future,
empowered by the sheer will to survive.
I refused to accept the story of my birth,
So I sojourned into the unknown.

I reached beyond the very limits
that poverty placed before me.
I spoke power to self and jumped,
Not knowing if the parachute would work.

Oh, how sweet the fruits of freedom,
How free the paths I scouted for me.
Though jaggy but I know every pothole,
every stump in case I have to crawl back.

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4.25.2019
It is not where you were born or how...
335 · Feb 2020
Dream
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2020
I had a thrilling dream
but it was more like a vision
Of myself by a beautiful stream.
Like I was in another dimension,
I saw the great Lord of poetry,
logic and spoken words.
He was leading an army
They were armed only with swords.
The army was building a city
With books and plastered with letters.
I heard it was the hub of artistry
That was set aside for writers.
Bewildered, I asked about what I've seen,
He said most poets won't make Heaven,
But this poetic paradise is guaranteed.
So go and notify the brethren.
He said take heed and keep writing,
write spoken words, spit and share knowledge
for soon the Lord of poetry is coming
to reward and take away poets on his carriage.

#IBpoetry
8-2-2020
Keep writing brethren....
334 · Jan 2018
Kunta's Camera Phone
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
If only Kunta kanti had a camera phone
He would've captured many untold stories
stories of a sad slave girl sitting all alone
Sad stories of overworked slaves with worries .

Stories of ''*****'' holding the Holy Bible
And in another hand the everpresent whip
There would've been images of souls no longer able
To work from dawn to dusk without a drop to sip .

If only Kunta Kanti had a remote controlled drone
Or a Facebook account to share stories and go LIVE
The world would've seen the master's no go zone
Where he buried the bodies of those no more alive .

Stories of the slave master's cruelty would've gone viral
And on the other hand exposed the ugly slave trade
He would've been seen as a vile man who lacked moral
Maybe a jail sentence because of the video Kunta made .

Maybe ,just maybe if Kunta Kanti had a camera phone
It would've caused a public outcry and a Black Lives Matter's rally
Al ,Martin Luther King III and all Black folks would've gone
The names and stories of all slaves would've been read at that rally!



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In the absence of a camera,words speaks more than a thousand pictures.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jun 2018
Ever since I discovered poetry,
I discovered the blessing of being born into poverty: My life, my struggle, my hustle, my journey is the bedrock of my strength.My story is the source of my inspiration and the caveat of my staying power.

Ever since I discovered poetry,
I discovered the mysterious ways in which God's gift to every man is dissimilated.Look at the athletic abilities of Lebron James when he plays basketball, see the prophetic gift of Bishop T D Jakes when he preaches.Look at the artistic brilliance of the jazziest, George Benson when he sings and plays guitar.And, no one alive will ever forget the musical genius of Michael Jackson and the poetic prowess of Maya Angelou.

Ever since I discovered poetry,
I discovered how God uses the foolishness of man to confirm his greatness.Every time I write a masterpiece, somebody somewhere reads it and goes" ***, Wow, this is really good!"

Ever since I discovered poetry,
I discovered that God is the greatest of all poets.From Genesis to Revelation, His words
Compiled into sixty-six meticulously written books remains the bestseller of all times.

Ever since I discovered poetry
I discovered that God is love and love is blind and blindness is nothing because God blessed the blind with hidden eyes in the mind.
I discovered God gave the blind something because of the legendary Steven Wonder and the little blind Liberian boy, Samy Wefur who now sings with the Nigerian star,Flavour.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©
       06/07/2018
Ever since I discovered poetry, I discovered a lot! What have you discovered of late?
331 · Feb 2018
The Gift Of Life
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
There's one true blessing
in this world
which comes from the Lord.
So verily I say to you brethren
It's not your children
but the gift of life.
Without it, you can't take a wife
who will call you honey
neither can you earn any money.

Remember a dead man
is a lifeless man.
He can't spend
neither can he lend
to buy a piece of land
or give a friend a hand.

Without the precious gift of life
A man can't use a butter knife
or go running
in the morning
to enjoy the sun
and have some fun.

Without the precious gift of life
a rich man can't enjoy himself
or go on an exotic vacation
and take a swim in the ocean
with his easter bunny
and have dinner in the evening.

A dead man can't talk
neither can he take a walk
for a couple of miles
or flash his teeth when he smiles.
He can't take a shower
at any given hour.
He can't admire nature's beauty,
walk around his property
with an air of authority.


©️IB-Poetry
2/24/2018
This life is borrowed and certainly not ours.
Say a prayer to God each and every day that breaks.
331 · Jan 2018
Kennetu The Lioness
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Once you came disguised as a playground friend
She innoceently accepted your requests
Sadly She even lend you a helping hand
Unbeknownst to her , you fed off her ******* .

You once came quietly like a stealthy beast
Bringing all your elusive demons along
But be warned this time , to say the least
This time You got your target all wrong ,

One night she roared with a new battle song
Armed , sassy,fully grown,and ready for madness
Like a true fighter,she was now battle strong
The girl was no more a cub ,she was now a Lioness !

Be ready for war, be ready to lose vital arteries
Awaiting you now is a mighty force beyond you
A force that'll neutralize and dry your batteries
Take note and stay in your very own lane boo boo .

She has an audience and a stage and this here podium
On which to stand and let out some of the steams
Brewing for ages via spoken word and this medium
Listen carefully , do you hear her audience and the screams ?

She has taken back her space , her power and her life
She found her own calling , evident in her poetic prowess
That little girl is now a mom and someday going to be wife.
The girl is no more a victim ,she is now a full grown lioness .

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Depression was exposed,deposed and eventually roasted using spoken word.
330 · Jan 2019
Born To Write
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2019
My poetry will circumnavigate the world,
And ride the waves beyond the continents.
Maybe someday I'll 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 the College of West Africa,
Rhymes I perfected in the Chapel of AME Zion,
Has become spoken words I penned in Europe,
Disseminated daily on platforms on the internet.
Great words of motivation engineered for hope.
I was born to write, for this journey I am set.

IB-Poetry©
01/02/2019
#Bassapoet©
Sonewen is the name of the ghetto in which I was born.CWA...College of West Africa and AME Zion , the institutions I attended.
328 · Jan 2018
Life Is Poetry
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
One day I wrote in my sonnet
Life is a very beautiful poetry
That lures curious minds like a magnate
and entices it to commit poetic adultery .

I reckon every man is a natural poet
So whether you live as a writer in the country
Or universally recognized as a laureate ,
Every man is the true embodiment of poetry .

Life , poetry and nature are so harmonious
Because they'll capture , stir and evoke emotions
It's like when hummingbirds gets curious
Their songs gives out inspirations .

Whenever life gets tough , poetry continues to flow
As sista Maya Angelou said '' write and be creative !''
Even in the dark your words can glow
Be stoic and see life from a poet's perspective. ''

Poetry measures life's angles like geometry
So call poetry the teleprompter to life
based on this I say therefore life is poetry
and poetry definitely lives in life !
Poetry lives in life
328 · Jan 2019
Poverty
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2019
My greatest inspiration is Poverty.
It awakened something in me,
And inspired me to write poetry,
Yet motivated me to chase my dream.

Poverty is the caveat for my hustle.
It rekindled something deep in me,
And Prepared me to embrace the struggle,
And put me ahead of the survivor's game.

Poverty is the iivisible blackhole
That pushes me away from the ghetto
Oh Sonewen.you raised me like a flagpole
You are my Lagos and you are Soweto.

Poverty is the reason I push my children.
For I wish not for any of them to taste,
The regressive nectar from her left hand.
For it will brew in them pain and hate.

IB-POETRY
17/01/2018
#Bassapoet
Poverty is a disease.
326 · Nov 2018
Faith
Ivan Brooks Sr Nov 2018
Are you sick
Are you rich,
Are you happy,
Are you healthy?

Are you sad,
Is your day bad,
Are you stuck in love,
That you can't move?

Do you need a man in your life?
Or a very good wife?
Do you want children
To complete your plan?

Why are you crying,
Instead of just laughing?
Are you only wishing
Or working or praying?

Is your life a constant struggle,
Are you on the hustle?
Have you lost hope,
And can no longer cope?

Yes or no, it's gonna be okay
Today is a brand new day.
Whether you believe it or not,
Have faith,it's all you got!


IB-Poetry©
26/11/2018
Faith...the substance of things hoped for..says the Bible.
325 · Jan 2018
The Flood
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Some people will remain dry
When the great flood comes
Many will perish and many people will cry
Some will survive in their big homes
Will it be the wealthy and famous?
For now, it's only a speculated guess
The thought of the flood makes me nervous
Yet I try never to show my stress
I pray that those to survive be either one of us
This flood could be a blessing, swear or a test
And no matter what fate will bring my way,
I can certainly pray and hope for the best
Even if the great flood comes like today
Let it not be that day my soul will rest.

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Are you ready just in case..
321 · Jan 2018
Kunta Kanti
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I am Kunta Kanti, here is my story,
I came from the kingdom of Jubaru,
I'm the most famous Black male slave in history.
Before freedom and just before uhuru,
I came here chained as helpless as a slave
***** changed my identity and named me Toby
On my knees I begged my dreads not to shave
He did and from then on ,his rules I decided never to obey.

I was brought here chained from my toes to neck .
Lying in my own filths and panting for some air .
Look at how *****'s whips ruined my back ,
Many times in anguish I wondered if this was fair
Fair or not, the damage has been done,
I am a warrior, so for me don't you ever be sorry !
Someday my scars ,this cotton field will all be gone ,
I'm not Toby, call me Kunta Kanti  , and this is my story !
319 · Jan 2018
Quiet Time
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I write beautiful poems in my quiet times
Sign that the universe delivers in silence
Like sought after answers to some mysterious crimes
With a poetic virtuoso, I rely on my intelligence
Which I use to attract imaginative awareness
To access the creative ideas brewing in my head
Certainly, for I write about poetic greatness .
For this journey, quiet time is a poetic seed
Planted at night when the entire world sleeps
Some of which I'll hopefully harvest before the world wakes
Mostly the matured ones that quietly grows and creeps
Beyond the reaches of all poem hunters who takes
Unguarded letters and affix them with poetic wings
Wings powerful enough to take them very far away
To the constellations where every dead poets sings
Hymns composed in honor of sister Maya Angelo everyday .

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The universe speaks a special language called silence..It's only heard when time stands still ..
317 · Jan 2019
Deceptions
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2019
There are many closeted R.Kellys
And many unknown Donald Trumps.
This is the truth and this is the reality.
But how many people care about this?
Many people are blinded by hypocrisy
And many are victims of systemic lies . We live in an era where institutional evil and deceptions reigns .
Where the crimes of the privileged are covered and painted over with white.
It's unfortunate and highly regrettable
That only a few evil doers are held accountable and subsiquently prosecuted.

IB-POETRY (c)
17/01/2019
315 · Jan 2018
How Can I
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
How can happiness abound
When hungry kids are around
How can I sleep knowing well
They live in a complete hell
How can I be proud of myself
If I have a pitiful story to tell
How can I turn a blind eye
When a child is blind in one eye

Because their day begins and ends badly
Every day they wake up very early
To collect dunks from malnourished cows
Who can no longer do the daily plows
Grace to the condition of the arid soil
On which the family would have to toil.
So...
How can I go to bed at night
Knowing something's not right?
How can I retire to a deep sleep
When those alive can no longer weep.

Because their lives were beyond broken
When for lights they look up to Akon
Because their leaders don't care about them
All masterminds of a rather brutal clem
The Notorious, heartless and evil warlords
Who became wealthy and turned landlords
It breaks my heart to see wartime millionaires
Keeping their dead brother's bones as souvenirs
So ..
How can I hesitate to expose this evil
By these heartless sons of the devil
How can I allow my voice to be silenced,
When power sharing is not yet balanced.
Why shouldn't I feel very bad,
When their angelic eyes are sad?

©️IvanBrookspoetry
How can live knowing things aren't right.
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