When a published poet dies,
A shooting star falls.
The universe cries
And rainbows hugs waterfalls.

When an old poet dies,
A new poet is born.
Nature lights up a million fireflies,
And a ship gives a tot on its horn.

When a young poet dies,
A Crack appears in a crystal ball.
A Fountain pen dries,
And a sad poem appears on a wall.

When an old poetess dies,
For a while the wind will cease.
Petals will fall from Lillies,
And disappear without a trace.

When a great poetess dies,
Fallen poets observe silence.
The men adorn black bow ties,
And the ladies dress in elegance.

When any poet dies,
The world loses a bright mind.
Shakespeare appears across the skies,
Waving to those of us left behind.

When a poor poet dies,
Nothing at all happens.
The world goes about its duties
He goes on to rest with other legends.


#IvanBrooksPoetry
29/7/2018

A good man is a great man because
He is selfless and not reckless
He's down to earth and seeks no wealth
He will sacrifice everything he has to help others
A good man wishes for nothing but love
He maintains peace and harmony with his brothers.

A good man will humble himself and strive
And will only seek his people's welfare
His ego will shrink and he'll at all times,
Never with his brother, engage in conflict and warfare.

A good man is a great man because
He sees the good In everything and everyone
He frowns upon ego and embraces everyone
For his fellow man, he'll do just about anything.

A good man is a great man because
His soul is pure and his deeds are noble
A good man's character will be flawless
He is morally just and very very humble
He is content and desires no ill-gotten wealth

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