John G. Nelson

Rookie - 0 Points (August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

John G. Nelson Poems

1. My Country At War 11/15/2006
2. Three Days 11/15/2006
3. Life In Refuge Camp 11/15/2006
4. The Elements 11/16/2006
5. Tell Her What She's Worth 12/4/2006
6. I Feign Not My Love 12/18/2006
7. I Adore Thee 12/18/2006
8. I Wish 12/20/2006
9. When I'M Weak 1/9/2007
10. Can'T Sleep 1/12/2007
11. Does She Know 2/6/2007
12. Here I Am 1/30/2008
13. Love Believes 1/30/2008
14. My Heart Is A Man 2/1/2008
15. I Cry Sometime 5/17/2008
16. She Looks Just Like You 5/17/2008
17. Love, I Be In It 7/29/2008
18. My Tongue 7/29/2008
19. The Moment 3/15/2007
20. Babylon 4/23/2007
21. My Heart Is In Thy Hands 7/2/2007
22. Heartache 8/6/2008
23. If We Die 8/6/2008
24. My Prayer 8/6/2008
25. Once A Dream 8/23/2008
26. Love Beneath The Stars 1/11/2008
27. Nature 1/11/2008
28. Across The Land 8/31/2008
29. Sleep In My Heart 3/2/2009
30. My Most Ancient Bride 3/2/2009
31. Life, Not An Easy Road 3/2/2009
32. I Ate My Fill 3/2/2009
33. My Distance Maid 3/2/2009
34. My Second Letter To Grace 11/16/2006
35. My Heart Cried 11/16/2006
36. Home 11/17/2006
37. To My Unborn Seed (Chpt I) 12/4/2006
38. I Gaze At Human 12/18/2006
39. Dear Heart 1/8/2007
40. Can We Chat? 2/6/2007
Best Poem of John G. Nelson

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.

Racism has a human mind….
An Intellect of terror & delusion,
Has an emotion of extreme savage
Imagination of vile ideas, macabre.

Racism has a human mouth,
It has tongue of torture, depravity,
Many teeth of brutal incision & kill
Has a lip of sorrow, hate & death.

JOHN NELSON 4-Mar-09

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Three Days

I'm award, soul has gone through many stress, Pains.
Take courage, stay strong, your mind in wisdom train.
Viewing with shrewd mind, the heart always retain.
Proper view, delights the mind, heart sorrow refrained.

Have a soul ever wonder, why beautiful birds sing?
why birds permeate the air or swing beautiful wings?
A soul that behold conclude; birds 're part of our world,
Created by the true God, to spice our unmoral world.

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