Every one of us is worth something.
Even if you aren't part of those so-called celebrities,
our individual presence here is a special thing.
Be it to a special part of our society,
it's through service to our communities,
Love for each other and humanity,
sacrificial love and care for our individual families
That our true worths are calculated...
Not when praises towards us are superfluous
and for falsehood and vanity, we are celebrated,
But when our true worths are not based on anything facetious.


IB-Poetry©️
3/7/2018

While the world sleeps,
and the night creeps,
I wake my body to prepare
as the moon prepares to fade.
I plan for the rest of the day.
I'm very orderly, if I may say...
which way to go,
what to do
who to talk to...
look at my time
read a line,
take a drink,
before I start to think.
I water my flowers,
plan my hours,
check my phone,
right before I leave home...
ready for a fresh day,
set to go all the way!

IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018

Dear lover,
I think it's over!
I want you to know
That as of now,
Our relationship
Is now a mere friendship.

With tears in my eyes,
I have returned the keys.
I'm tired of your lies
And the midnight cries.
The way you played me
Like a kinda game
Everyday cheating,
This isn't working!
The constant shame
You keep bringing me.
All the extra side chicks
And the karate kicks.

Because you treat me bad
I feel Sad
Next, I sit and worry
Next, you say sorry
Comes the cruises,
Next the bruises
Right after that,
It's a repeat.

Dear Lover
The minute you started acting like a boxer,
Bringing me constant pains
And giving me migraines,
I decided to leave you right away
And without hesitation, leave you today.
I hate you so much right now
So I want you to know
This is it,
The perfect time to quit
So I write this letter
To let you know it's over!

IB-Poetry
2/13/2018

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

Homelessness is not for the poor,
without a locked window or door.
Neither is it for the less privileged,
or all those that are marginalized.

We are all somehow very homeless.
This world is not our home, regardless...
Heaven is our home beyond this world,
A beautiful place prepared by the Lord.

Rich or poor, black or white, tall or short,
Our final destiny is what this is all about.
Every day brings us closer to the end,
End of the mission on which we were sent.

One day at a time, one by one, we'll all go,
To this place built for us a very long time ago.
We are all strangers in this world of ours,
Each man must live and love down to his final hours.

#IvanBrookspoetry©️
4-8-2019✍️

Give me food stamps or twenty bucks
I will feed a few hungry mouths.
Give me a laptop or pen and paper
I'll enlighten a million bright minds.

Give me one thousand swords
I'll train and build a rebel army.
I'll rather take twenty textbooks
And transform a generation of minds.

Give me a golf club membership,
I'll trade it for a couple of laptops.
I'll rather you give out scholarships
So underprivileged kids can learn.

Give me a day with Donald Trump,
I'll rather an hour with Dr.William Barber
Being part of the Moral Monday movement
Marching for voters rights and equality.


IB-Poetry©
27/11/2018

Long after the sun goes down over my grave
And the earth becomes my final resting place ,
Long after my soul has left its mortal enclave
My words will abound from earth into outer space  .

Long after my friends stopped thinking about me
And not a mention of me until my birthday,
Right when the 'late' is added to my name
While my departed soul awaits the judgement day .

Long after I 'm gone and my soul has departed
My great name will continue to softly echo
For ages to come, I will continue to be quoted
From the great beyond my words will spell macho.

Long after I'm gone, my ideas will go on motivating
And all the fruits of my labor will abound in others
For ages to come my messages will keep resonating
From the roots of my poetry to the minds of my brothers.

Long after I'm gone , my works will be widely read
And analyzed for their richness and very deep contents
Long after I've sojourned , about me it will be said ,
He who lays here loved poetry, albeit many other talents .

Long after I have left this temporal phase of my life
And my tired old bones have become a pile of dust ,
Long after I've made widow of my beautiful wife
My great name shall live on and never ever become lost !

#IvanBrookspoetry©️✍️
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On the battlefield of life,
the good and the bad are inseparable,
the lifestyles of the rich and poor incomparable,
the willpower of the determined unquenchable,
the combined forces of God's blessings and hard work unstoppable.


©IvanBrooksPoetry
29/8/2018

I don't know how this came to be
But it just occurred to me
This dude messed a lot up.
Who made that day the Worldcup
Set aside for all lovers?
The rose flower bearers
Who uses Valentine day
To manipulate and play
Games and do shenanigans
As soon as the day begins.
How did Valentine do this?
For many, it's a day of crisis
Every day is a day for love
As mandated from above.

I, therefore, declare him dead
I wish last week was his last deed
I hope he has a heart attack and dies.
His day, essentially all a bunch of lies
Meant to discredit everyday lovers.
Those dedicated and working like bulldozers
Day in and day out to keep loving
Until this fool, Valentine returns smiling
With a few roses acting like a Casanova
Who has the benediction of love from Jehova?


©️ IB-Poetry
2/20/2018

Been so long Designer, so long my brother
You were truly a dear friend like no other
You left us early for a special voyage to God
It caused us pains but you honored his word
Maybe St. Joseph requested a new designer
Maybe Jehovah called you just as a reminder
That all his good people belong in Heaven.
The wall clock reminds me of you at eleven
When jazz was played on our favorite station,
So fond of clothes, designing was your destination.

Designer, you left soon my bro, been so long
Been so long by Anita is now just a sad song
I just wish you had all the time to do so much
you just wanted to give clothes a classic touch
What an empty void, one that we all have to fill
Even now I can't play our favorite songs at will
Today, we're all still in search of a replacement
A tedious task that feels just like a punishment
Been very long Designer, since you been gone
Breaks our hearts, we know you're on a throne.

Ivan Brooks Sr

No hands
no problem.
no limits
no merits.

No money
No problem.
no inheritance,
No case.

No connection
no stress.
With benediction
I'll make progress.


No friends
No problem
With my hands
I'll call them.

No Wealth
No problem
With good health
I'm a complete man.


#IvanBrooksPoetry©
      2/7/2018

Never despair when things start to go wrong
and around you, all walls start crumbling
Praise God and start a brand new song
The old walls gave way to a new beginning.
Be strong!

Don't be heartbroken when people forsake you
for no just cause, leave like you mean nothing.
Praise God, for soon they will see you on Youtube,
On multiple channels shinning and doing your thing.
Be strong!


IB-Poetry©️
3/13/2018

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

If you imagine it,
Do it now,
go after it
Do it anyhow.

Own it today
No need to wait
Do It Anyway
But just own it.

Start today
be all about it
go all the way
and don't quit.

Everything you just read
Were meant to inspire
So if you liked what I said
You have to go the extra mile.

©️IB-Poetry
2/23/2018

Why is it a challenge now to stay alive
Than it's easier going on FB Live?
Why do millions go to bed very hungry
and millions wake up every day angry?

What kinda world have we invented?
I'm sure this isn't the one God created,
Weren't we to inherit it, multiply and prosper?
Yet the poor cry themselves to bed in a whisper!

Where is the love, where is humanity,
Why can't we live in peace and harmony?
I'm pretty sure it isn't what Dr. King died for,
Why is there still a gap between the rich and poor?

So who is the noble amongst thee, is it the poor farmer,
Or is it the politician and filthy rich banker?
When will we admit that it's all about profits and gains,
That the poor will live, dwindle and die in misery and pains?

So why is the pastor alone benefiting from prosperity Gospel,
Why can't the congregation cease taking their money to the pulpit?
Why are these people living like kings and fly private jets
and the congregation crawling behind them like pets?

Why are there so many evil things happening in this world,
When will you finally come to save us, Lord?
When will thy kingdom finally come,
Like a king in the clouds to finally take us home?

IB-Poetry
2/15/2018

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.

There better not be an issue with race in Heaven.
And there better not be a bully,
If I find one there, I'll become his unsafe haven.
The battle between he and I will be ugly.

There better not be a problem with gossips.
If there ever be, let it be about God's glory.
Or about how Angel Micheal fellowships,
In a manner that's pure and holy.

There better not be a hater up in Heaven.
If I find one, we'll surely fight.
I'll make sure the fight ends at eleven.
For the saints begins prayers at midnight.

If any of these things happen,
I'll rather burn in hell!
Hence God knows hell isn't good for his children,
He won't allow sin around there as you can tell.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©
14/6/2018

Any man desirous of finding gold
Should have to search in faraway places.
On the journey, he must try to hold
A gun ready before the gold surfaces.

For ants, he'll need a branch of any poisonous plant  
He has to be aware of the slim chances of dying,
Either at the hands of another man than the bite from a fire ant,
Which causes excruciating pains that'll leave him crying.

IB-Poetry
2/15/2018

Nothing a poet writes is a waste.
It doesn't matter how you see it,
twist it ...
judge it ...
interpret it...
categorize it...
or place it.
As long as you don't read it backward,
It's still somehow a write...
Even if it looks awkward.

IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018

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©️

A productive life is like a hot cup of tea.
According to the temperature of your cup,
you have to know when to sip,
You can't hurridly drink, gulp or swallow.
Otherwise, it's gonna burn your lip.


©️IB-Poetry
2/23/2018

Oh death, you merciless master of the dark underground
Have you no conscious perimeter when you roll call?
Oh death, you heartless master of the great beyond
Does your job description involves making nice people fall ?
Why do you always take the best and leave us grieving?
Your only job is to waste beautiful souls and break hearts
A part of our existence as man mortal by God's reckoning .

Oh death, thy cold and frail hands often takes our dearest
Maybe it's God's will to call home the very best among us
Taking them beyond the starry constellations for eternal rest
Where their souls will ride atop a beautiful golden horse
How long will you cause us pains for your selfish gains ?
Most times you separate us from those we deeply love
Does it please you to silence us and pull hell's curtains ?
Oh death, from us thy grey hands have taken a white dove .

There's ***** in every lady
and gangster in every gentleman.
walk with caution
and watch your action.

There's a killer in every
White police man in America.
And a race victim from California to Minnesota.Watch the new!

IB-Poetry©
17/12/2018

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©️

For some natural and unknown reasons,
I find it very hard to write about a woman.
Especially her thoughts, emotions, and intuitions,
An impossible feat considering that I'm just a man.

What does a woman mean when she says whatever,
How do I know that is what she's really trying to say?
Not her words, for they can't be deciphered by a soothsayer
The best thing is to let her have or do things her way.

I really don't understand the woman I call my wife
Her moods are erratic at times, and at times unpredictable
During these times I get looks that makes me run for my life
At which times I hit the gym and keep away until she's stable.

A woman, her  moods, her thoughts especially her mind
Will never ever be fully understood by any living man.
In spite of this, they can love so marry one if you find.
Remember what the good book says about finding a woman?

A man will leave his father and mother find a woman
and they shall be one.
But it never made mention of a man understanding
her thoughts and mind.

IB-Poetry©️
2/28/2018

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✍️©️

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

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!

We are the Ronaldos of the skillful use of words
The Da vancis of spoken words and poetry .
In the poetic universe, we are the iambic overlords
We are the atoms that bonds words in poetic chemistry
Poets are the architects and cradle of twisted emotions
Yet some consider us the masters of storytelling
You are welcome to peruse some of our creations
In no time you will be amazed, just keep reading!

Some call us the Lebrons of all euphoric writers
Privately we poets prefer to call ourselves wordsmiths
Because of the creative ways we bend loose letters
For it's only poets capable of polishing words like silversmiths
Most of the things we write about are profound and captivating
The deep emotions we stir , all the tears they evoke ,
Our passion and poetic ingenuity, the gift of writing
Our days,our nights , our lives to this craft we'll forever devote !

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

God gave me a gift
And I'll use it to uplift,
To inspire and motivate
To impact and create.
Maybe I'm a vessel
Maybe I'm an axil
Through whose works
Quotations, Poetry or books,
Generations will be awakened
And subsequently emboldened.
To rise up and make changes
And produce juices like oranges
And shine like lights on a dark street.
Oh how sweet it tis, oh how sweet
To know that I have a part to play,
To know I can tell a kid to not sway
That no matter what really happens,
Hope is a parachute that opens
For those who take a leap of faith.
No matter what you have to deal with,
There's a God somewhere who cares,
So never give in to your fears.

© IB-Poetry
21/12/2018

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

Let nothing affright thee
Nothing lasts forever.
Let nobody tell you what to be,
It's your life, you can become whatever.
Live your life.

Let no earthling suppress you.,
Nothing is greater than God.
Let nobody mess with you
Make sure yours is the final word.
Live your life.

Let no man tell you he's immortal
For we will all die someday.
Let no man treat you like a nonequal.
If he does, peacefully turn and walk away.
Live your life.

Let not your heart be troubled,
As the Lord said in the good book.
It doesn't matter if you're blind or crippled,
Be glad you're alive and not how you look.
Live your life.

IB-Poetry©️
3/17/2018

New day
Wake up  
feel the sunshine
go out
make today thine.

New day
Wake your soul up
burst out
Slay beyond time.

New day
Rise up
Wake up from your slumbers
Say today is mine

New day
Speak up
Say get lost uncertainty
Say hello to tomorrow.

New day
own it
kick out yesterday
go beyond your dream.

IB-Poetry©️
2/11/2018

One day, two men began arguing about how the bat
was capable of hanging upside like a net on a basketball rim.
His friend, the poet tried to convince this grown man that
some fishes do jump and fly and birds do dive and swim.
He meticulously started by romanticizing the whole scenario.
After a while, he went on to add a couple of emotional elements.
Like a true poet, he became so creative and used his poetic virtuoso
to bind and piece together words and some essential components.
After about what seemed like forever, he agreed and became quiet.
Word went out that the world would be safer if everyone agreed
To argue with an unpolished writer, a failed lawyer or a poet.
So I dedicate this poem to serve as an agreement and a seed.


IB-Poetry©️
2/27/2018

What's a house without few of its doors
and a community without neighbors?
How can  faith work without belief,
and how will we discover comfort without grief?
How can one Succeed without setbacks,
And what's a perfect body without six packs?
What is a heart without a beat,
How could it accomplish such feat?
What's the sky without stars
or the drunker without the bars?
What's the moon without the night,
or the sun without the light?
What's a woman's dressing room without a mirror,
Wouldn't that be a big design error?
What's a top model without a catwalk,
Where will she go to exhibit clothes and walk?
How can a child be born without a mother
and how can it be called a sister without a brother?
How can cars go without their engines,
how could they even be built without machines?
How can there be so many pastors
If there weren't as many sinners?
How can a politician help his people
He can never if he's not from the struggle.
How can he be popular in the hood,
if the people can not even afford their food?
How can there be a studio without a technician,
And how can you even record without a musician?
How can you be a poet if you don't write poetry
or be responsible for writing a single story?
What kinda poem have I written today,
What kinda questions are these by the way?


IB-Poetry©️
2/15/2018

Be like water
be formless
Be like a lion
be fearless
Be like the universe
be limitless
Be like Bluetooth
be  wireless
Be mysterious
leave people clueless
Be like a guard dog
be restless
Be like a machine
be tireless
Be a true hustler
be relentless
Be a fantastic poet
leave your readers speechless.

IB-Poetry©️
3/23/2018

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.

Today...
Invest wisely
move silently
observe keenly
speak respectfully
act accordingly
hustle aggressively
exercise regularly
seek continuously
ask politely  
eat properly
pray fervently
build your dream quietly
...tomorrow is soon here!

IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018