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 >>>

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©️

Soon the narrative will change
Because the game is about change.
And those who don't change,
Will be left behind by the change.

So try your best to change.
because the narrative will soon change.
The game too is about to change
So you either change or be left behind.

IB-Poetry

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 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✍️©️

Some days we are productive when we walk
Depending on where we go with the message
Some days we are destructive when we talk
Depending on the interpretation and usage.

Some days we can be helpful in our absence
Depending on the toxicity we bring with us
Some days we can do all these with our silence
Depending on the complexity of one's status .

#Vanguard-Poetry23
©️

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.

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

Some people will do just anything to get something;
Now I know why success always has many stories ;
Some people will go wherever to get whatever,
Even if cyclones are tearing at the core of the deep skies.
Some people will work the hardest to get the finest;
Call it vanity but steadfast his will, even until he dies.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018

The world's on fire, peace is extinct
Look how fragile peaceful minds can get
All hostile minds are having a ball right now.
It's like peace got embellished in chaos.
Where's peace at, what happened to her?
Regional, global local, peace is in short supply.
This is the renaissance of a new world order
Where partial peace coexists with total chaos
People only search Google for mostly facts
Not for solutions to some distorted peace

What is peace then, how can it be?
Just a routine rhetorical question
Coming from the disturbed mind in me
Listen, One-minute partial peace
Bang, another minute total chaos!
Nowadays, Instability everywhere is commonplace
As unscripted hate rhetoric freely echos,
From jihadic podiums to confused minds.
The conspicuous birthplace of premeditated evil.
The mind, soft spots of those totally confused
Call it the hotspots and playground for the devil.
I, the skeptic, to say the very least,
See this quiet storm as a distorted peace!

twitter @ivaclappers

Some people are born blessed
yet always stressed
Others have less
but are happy nevertheless.

Some people are bystanders
having nothing to do with things
And some are mere followers
Getting on every bandwagon's wings.

Some people are born leaders
Persuasive, charismatic and zealous
And some are just whistleblowers
Loud, insensitive and callous.

Some people are so weak
Unable to do a thing
Some are just meek
Able to bear anything.

Some are bright
Some love to fight
because they love to be right
Some are strong
and never want to be wrong.

Some people are slow
and love to lay low
Some are lucky
and have everything okay...

Some are frisky
Some are *****
Some are risky
Some are very cold
Some are old
And some are bold
Some are very casual
And others are ******
Some people are wise
And others are very nice
Some are real
Some are cruel
Some are sad
Some are bad
Some are lazy
Some are crazy
Some are intelligent
Some are insolent
Some are consistent
Some are insistent
Some are resilient
Some are proud
Some are loud
Some are useful
Some are wasteful
Some are playful
Some are careful
Some are powerful
Some are thoughtful
Some are hateful
Some are prayerful
Some are beautiful
Some are sinful
Some are creative
Some are sportive
Some are positive
Some are supportive
Some are destructive
Some are selective
Some are talkative
Some are argumentative
Some are competitive
Some are combative
Some are abusive
Some are active
Some are loquacious
Some are disastrous
Some are malicious
Some are boisterous
Some are industrious
Some are adventurous
Some are religious
Some curious
Some gracious
Some are serious
Some are moderate
Some are considerate
Some are blessed
Some are cursed
Some are alcoholic
Some are workaholic
Some are visionaries
Some are missionaries
Some are radicals
Some are rascals
Some people are sweet
Some love the streets
Some are hustlers
Some are smugglers
Some are wealthy
Some are healthy
Some love the pills
Some love to chill.

Some are black
Some are white

Some people are ugly
some are pretty
But it's ok
Some were born that way

Some people are well traveled
Some are just locals

Some people are gays
Others are straight

Some are short
Some are tall

Some are social
and some aren't

Some are educated
Some are illiterate

Some are from the north
Some are from the south

Some are born writers
Some are avid readers

Many will like this
and many will hate it.

We are all children of a God
Who prefers peace as His byword.
God, the grandmaster of creation,
Who specializes in perfection,
Designed this beautiful universal community
Using the blueprint of diversity.
One thing is certain
Even though we are different people
from different places
and different races,
we will all die someday
Such is life
One world!

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

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

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©️

E is for everything,
Except for one thing:
An empty bag can't stand
Go ahead, try if you can!

E is for everlasting,
Except for one thing:
Nothing lasts forever,
Which is true, however.

E is for Planet Earth,
She is in bad health.
Courtesy of global warming,
Slowly, its core is burning!

E is for the E-cigarettes,
Produced by hypocrites,
Who thinks everyone is a fool,
By making smoking look cool.


IB-Poetry ©
2/12/2018

Early one morning
He who was down said
I shall do something
About life and my bread.

Early one morning
He who has a vision
Stood up and started working
On plans to accomplish his mission.

Early one Moning
The oppressed decided to resist
For them, freedom was everything
And so they set out to protest.

Everything begins in the morning
Everything depends on your decision
You either do something or nothing
So wake up this morning and take action.

IB-Poetry
2/13/2018

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

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

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

How many poems have we written,
How many more will we write?
How many matches have we stricken,
How many more will we strike?

How many candles have we burned
In search of knowledge and wisdom?
How much in total have we learned
Do accused poets deserve freedom?

How many words have we really used
How many letters have we composed
How many plagiarists have been sued
How many of us have been accused

From other poets and other writers,
How many lines have we ever stolen?
Why are poets such horrible liars,
When last was this secret rule broken?

©IvanBrooksPoetry
15/10/2018

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

Mid-February is not like January
There's always so much going on
Yet she seems to be in no hurry
Oh, I wish she'll soon be gone.

Mid-February is such a slow journey.
I can't wait to see the face of March,
At which time it will be a bit sunny,
I can casually dress and go to church.

February is like that crazy *** friend
Who's always a part of your daily plans?
Though he's always giving a helping hand,
He'll litter your place with empty beer cans.

February has always been a unique story
That I've never wished to narrate all alone.
So be it, if I may, but I'll not sit and worry,
But wait on March in the comfort of my home.

IB-Poetry©️
2/19/2018

All year, you waited on Black Friday
Just to Feed your Indulgence.
After, comes broke Saturday,
Which is partly spent in silence.
Next is Prayerful Sunday
Off to church for solace.
Next comes Monday, a workday.
Wearing things you don't need.
Home stuck with material things
You've been finessed by greed
Yet your task is what today brings.
At home, you hear the bell as it rings,
And look at the watch on your hand.
A man strikes on the guitar strings
Then a song raised by another friend.
At least all your friends are here
Time to party and enjoy yourself
Bring me some wine over here
Time to celebrate my materialistic life!

©IB-Poetry
24/11/2018

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

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 say learn to practice what you preach
You have no rights to tear other people down
Remember this life is a long sandy beach
Each man has a unique print of his own.

So learn to always show love and support
No man is an Island, the famous adage says,
Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about
And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days.

Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says
How long will we go contrary to this universal law,
Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days?
A law in which he invested time and love to draw.

So where is humanity, where is that universal love?
It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand
The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above
So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand.

#Vanguard-Poetry23 ©️✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️
twitter @ivanclappers #IvanBrooksquotes©️
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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

Millions walked this Earth before I arrived
and millions more will come after I leave.
But when I leave this temporal phase of my life,
I wish to be known and be remembered.
Not as a Church or some golf club member,
but as a member of God's greatest family.
Someday when I sojourn to be with my ancestors,
It's my fervent hope to leave books but not an enemy.
You see, many left and will never be remembered,
Because they did nothing with the creative ideas
that once lingered in their bright and beautiful minds.
Many of them wrote, said or did absolutely nothing,
by which mankind and history will remember them.
Yet few are known by their words or deeds.
Good or bad, history will speak highly of them.
When I leave someday to join my ancestors,
I shall be remembered by unborn generations,
for expressing my thoughts and inspiring people.
Through my inspirational quotes, and through my facebook posts.
Some of which will be written on gravestones,
written in books to be read and quoted by people.
The most meaningful and significant ones,
will be engraved on the minds, hearts, and souls of people.
Forever for ages to come, forever I am going to be remembered!

IB-Poetry©️
3/23/2018

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

One day God created the Heavens and Earth and Sonewen
From that impoverished Ghetto came great men and women
And from her shores came Zogos that are nationally notorious
Yet from in one blessed home came a child bound to be famous.

From His Throne he saw that his handed works was very good
So In every households He placed a family to populate the hood
And so from sunrise to sunset, their faces glowed with happiness
Yet it was from one blessed home came a poet bound for greatness.

One day the rumours of war began to echo on the playgrounds
It was December and arid heat had just dried up the muddy ponds
As far as the eyes could see, stranded frogs hopped and jumped
Signs the history of the Sonewen ghetto was about to be transformed.

Transformed it did because in her, the elements of war found a safe haven
Exacerbated by war, compounded by poverty still to God she said Amen
Trusting in Him to bless and bring prosperity according to his divine favors
So from this humble child comes a big thank you for answering his prayers .

For God to work through mysterious ways
Everybody have to hustle for many days
That's why success belongs to he who prays
And works tirelessly beneath the sun's rays.

God will always work through mysterious ways
So it doesn't matter how many yeses or nays ,
Or the different kinds of setbacks or delays
Remember that perseverance always pays.

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

Yesterday I lost a poem.
It took me hours to write.
So,has anyone seen a poem?
I titled it Aurora Borealis.
It was brief and beautiful,
Well written and insightful.

The poem was immaculate
Done in tribute to nature.
This is very weird I know,
Because it's never been done?
So pardon my action,
Result of my frustration.

So,if you see a green light,
Cocooned in ghostly neon,
Bordered in a frosty white dress,
Flash dancing across the sky,
Do have me informed at once.
Or sit back,watch and be amazed.

For those who need to know,
Aurora is like nature's showgirl.
Some call her the Northern light.
She appears when it's chilly cold,
When the night is quiet and starry,
She comes out like a luminous ghost.

IB-Poetry©
20/12/2018

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

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

I pay great homage to my Africa
The continent of a 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 creation
Thy cornerstones are planted on top of Pharaoh's tomb
Oh Timbuktu, 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, guidance of the sun
Your Pyramid stands where it once was
Watching time and age having some fun.

Ivan Brooks Sr