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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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

Old age or advanced years seem like a bottle field
Born of mortal flesh, discoloured by distress and illness
Weakening bones and flesh, my soul vulnerable to frailness,
But I am happy I have reached my zenith, years I wielded.

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