"liberian" poems
African woman
Mother of civilization.
Oh beautiful woman,
Thou are beyond description.
African woman
Queen of the people of Mamba.
Jambo to all those in heaven
Bless you too my dear mama.
African woman
Royal Nubian Queen.
The backbone of her man
You'll do anything to help him win.
Single Black woman
Made of broken pieces
You're the breadwinner,Superwoman.
You're the symbol of strength in all places.
African woman
Daughter of Eve's.
Thou are God's true specimen,
And the apple of his eyes.
Black woman
Daughter of Africa.
Blueprint of a **** woman,
Dark hue of coffee arabica.
African woman
Mother of humanity
Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman,
Mama Africa's bounty.
African woman
My Mandingo bride.
First woman of Africa's Eden
Center of God's black tribe.
Nigerian woman
My Yoruba Queen.
Envied by the women of Oman,
Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream!
Warrior woman,
Queen of Wakanda.
Come and flip your wand,
Find the soul of Sarafina.
Curvy woman
In your womb lies Africa's future.
My Lormah woman
Oyobuays marvels at your structure.
Beautiful woman,
Perpetual envy of the silicon woman.
Pride of the Black man,
The essence of a real woman.
Indigo Woman
Lillies of the African plains.
Thou are Eve of the African Eden,
Best of the portraits that nature paints.
Voluptous woman,
Full, thick natural lips.
Real assert of the Black woman,
Nature gets aroused by your hips.
Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman,
Africa's first female president.
A Liberian woman,
Loved and revered wherever she went.
Smile ,Gambian woman,
You're daughter of Sarakunda.
Roots of the Black American woman,
Captives of the kanda Bolinga.
South African woman
Mariam Makeba
Sang for freedom and fought like a man
You were truly Soweto's finest Deva.
Dark ebony woman,
You are red, yellow and green.
Hanmatan wind stops at your command,
Born to slay and be seen.
African woman
Thou are the only reason
God put Adam in a coma.
Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season.
African woman,
Under your cleavage, the Nile flows
And between your fingers, golden threads are woven,
You are the reason Beyonce glows.
Harriet Tubman, brave woman
Smuggled slaves underground.
She was a freed Black slave woman,
Who avowed to leave no soul behind.
Creative woman
Maya Angelou, gifted poetess.
Famous writer and a Black woman
Will be remembered for her poetic prowess.
Native African woman,
Africa's limestone and cement.
A mother, a wife, virtuous woman,
Lioness and the spine of the continent.
Liberian woman
Roots of my poetry, you gave me life
You are every woman.
Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife.
#IvanBrookspoetry©
13/8/2018
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
I speak the language of God
I speak Alleluyah and Amen!
I speak a perfect spoken word,
The language of poets and gifted men.
I speak fluent Norwegian
The language of the Norsk.
I was born a Liberian.
That took time and hard work.
I speak sound French
The language of French Guinea.
I speak it whenever I pray in church,
God blessed me there as a refugee.
I speak the English Language,
The universal language of business.
Wall Street used it to do damage,
Damages that caused the financial crisis.
I speak the hustle language,
The one adopted by hustlers.
This language I have used to engage,
All my challenges and troubles.
I speak a special creative language
The one spoken by writers and poets.
This language is so unique,
That it has produced many laureates.
#IvanBrooksPoetry©
1/8/2018
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
I woke up and the sun is shining,
majestically emitting its golden glow.
In spite of this, it's a cold Scandinavian morning
and boy, the sun is putting up a real show.
So what's really going on here I asked,
why am I not yet sweating profusely?
Why am I not yet drenched in sweat and sunbaked,
Or is the arid heat being turned on slowly?
By birth, I was born a Liberian, a true African,
my umbilical cord was buried near the Equator.
My nationality is Norwegian, a Scandinavian
By virtue of the winter, I always feel like a visitor.
The African sun would shine until we hide or run
just to avoid the scorching heat and humidity.
The Scandinavian sun I feel shines and people have fun,
A factor to make me question the sun's true nationality.
So is it the same sun that rises at about 5 am in Ghana,
The one that shines brightly on the vaults of the Ashanti gold?
If it's the sun worshiped by Ancient Egypt, of the sun god Akana,
So why doesn't it burn away the snow and the extreme cold?
©️IB-Poetry
2/20/2018
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
I am Liberia!
Though scared by scourges of allien spades,
My resilience bears the fountain of heaven's grace,
Piercing the pangs of all my shades!
My independence, I breathed into Africa's lungs,
Clothed her with my stripes, the red, white and blue;
And gave her a star when she knew not one!
My waters rhythm waves of freedom,
Hailing treasured mountains and supreme chiefdoms.
Divine gemstones overflow the scopes of my coast,
Their sparkles define the image of my undeniable beauty!
My children are the ordained species of apex predators!
Their lineages are woven with blackness,
The tattooed birthmark of optimism—
Unbleached to proclaim the glorified identity of their motherland!
With arms of liberty I do solemnly pledge
The allegiance of a century filled heritage!
I today connect a living channel to the realm of your soul,
Bidding you welcome,
Welcome to Rediscover Mama Liberia
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
Trying to figure out the bigger picture of a puzzle way to challenging for your mind...
attempting to see a mind that wasn't meant for your eyes...
....its like the ph stick
some taste sweet and others bitter
we cannot control taste...
we cannot try to taste bitter when we taste sweet...
we must realize that we have grave purpose...
there is a reason why you taste sweet....embrace it mama(liberian man would say)
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
At this point, I'm drowning
My braces are loosing grip
The fire is my arteries is blazing
This is not just another wit; it's a whip
I feel the resonance of pain
Every heart beat is a theory, like big bang
My cage is shrinking in
I guess I went out before the bell rang
I'm having butterflies in ecstasies
Oblivious, is the state of my dreams
My returns exceed my escapes
I guess I'm addicted to pain being at the brim
Now, like a boat, I just sail by the wind
As I watch my life implode
Soaked by this chilling rain
Unhopefully hoping for hope
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
My country
My country is for love
So says its lakes
Where different colors and cultures
Combine to form the nation
Under the proud eye of birds
Adorning the sky ,with clear indication all over signifying the Pro poor regime
My country is for beauty
See the Blue lake and lake piso
Flowing through beautiful peaks and land
Between the colorful landscapes and wetlands
Still shinning from sunrise to sunset
Like roses smiling for sun-rays
My country is for unity
Feel the millions, see their passion
Joining their hands on one
Football song , with their loud voice play Lone star play
Playing like symphony on our ears
With their joy hoping for only one thing
Nothing but soccer victory
My country is for joy
Feel it, the spirit of soccer
Rising like the morning mist
From the African soil
Where counties from all over the country
Will raise their hands and heads
To this prestigious event the county_meet
My country, let's show the world
What is meant by ‘Proudly Liberian 's
Let the world feel the spirit of lone star as squad
Welcome them to feel the African soil
Make them part of the Liberian's history
With their smiles flying high
Like our colorful country flag
(Red, White and Blue)
My country, this is our time
Our time to shine, our time to fly
We feel it, the spirit of love
The spirit of joy, the spirit of unity
What about the spirit of soccer
That unites the heats of millions
Say it! Play lone star play !
Feel It! It is here! ! The Afcon qualification
My country ! my motherland !!
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
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
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC