John G. Nelson
Biography of John G. Nelson
My name is John G. Nelson. I was born in a small
Village in Liberia On August 24,1976.
I could consider myself a writer without talents,
However, it is the force of manifold emotions that
Drive my passion for writing poetry. I strongly believe
Writing as an art, can be found in anyone who wishes
to find it within themselves.
Every human born of flesh, is vulnerable to stress
As a result, I strive to make use of the pen to redress.
As a human, there ‘re many things causing distress,
There’re reasons for these emotions to be addressed.
When emotions ‘re properly manage, they gie reasons
Why they exist or why they taunt, for whole seasons.
Human’s emotions ‘re gifts, not bundles of pain or toil
They exist to add taste to human life not heart to spoil.
Choice your best weapons to deal with your emotions,
It is to every human who decide to reap the best potions.
When emotions aren’t contain, they'll leave you deaf & blind. ********
John G. Nelson Poems
Racism has a human heart....
Racism has a human heart, An artery of cruelty & death, It has blood of anger, & evil…, Has a force of pain & antipathy.
Everyday, decision ‘ re made love can become choice we make Everyday, true loves ‘re saved Honesty and realities do wave
Dear sweet mother, I thank & bless thee, oh dear mother, So much love, can’t compare to another, I recall thy love, hugs all thru the night,
Old age feel good
Gray-headedness is a wonderful crown of beauty Wisdoms I have accumulated, I embraced my dignity One birth, one youth and one old age, I have enjoyed This wonderful life, I have eked out, I now sit to rejoice
! ! who dare to save me
The love of a woman is killing me. My heart is inflamed, it is craving. poisoned by a potion of sweet love, and blinded by sweet lips & kisses,
A beautiful butterfly flies high above. It gracefully emits, warm rays of love. flies & swings its wings, like a dove.
An aging soul
An aging soul, silent nights & seasons How we count days, amount just a few And fight against the judgments of time. To extend, stretch the brevity of life.
The whine of my brothers
I hear the whine of my dying brothers Yon’, I feel pain of my crying sisters. we Sat all night at prison doors & wept Like soldiers, whose eyes haven’t slept.
I can't explain
I can’t explain, trees, stars & lights, The winds that blow north & south, But I can tell the reason, I love you, Pretty, lips, glorious eyes & kinds.
If you were here with me I kiss lips; moisturize them I kiss tears & pains away I saturate heart with love
Across the Land
Yester across the land of our birth, A place of once wonders, once mirth, Crowded with smiles to every streams, Cheer by customary values & dreams.
My country at war
My country is at war, she rots, Our hearts wail, many woes & sins, The sadness that sat with us & wept, & the Sorrows that held us captives,
I ate my fill
I ate my fill of tears and sorrow From darker days & brutal nights Harsh winds and cruel speeches. How errors wobble hands & legs,
can we chat?
As I combed, browsed the internet A memorable day, my old coronet, A déjà vu, those my radiance deep whose treasure, memories, I keep
My country at war
My country is at war, she rots,
Our hearts wail, many woes & sins,
The sadness that sat with us & wept,
& the Sorrows that held us captives,
Our hearts burned, sore with fears.
When did we shivered, with pains,
Shame that bends our heads in dirt?
We once dance like our forefathers,