Ivan Brooks Sr
Biography of Ivan Brooks Sr
Ivan Brooks Sr is a liberian poet who lives in Norway with his family.
I was born in Monrovia, Liberia. My journey with poetry started at an early age but it blossomed couple of years back when my writing started to appeal to people.I Love to write and my passion for poetry and the burning desire to harness and perfect my craft is the driving force behind what I do.I consider myself a work in progress. I write motivational and inspirational materials periodically. I am admin of the All Liberian Poetry Group on facebook, I have some of my works published on poemhunter.com and other platforms.
Ivan Brooks Sr's Works:
I have just recently published my first E-BOOK- -EBOOK; poem series..It can be accessed for free download on poemhunter.com
Ivan Brooks Sr Poems
My Dues Are Paid
I came directly from through the ranks All my dues paid, my homage to life To my God alone all my humble thanks For bread I slice with prayer knife.
Blessed Beyond Measures
I am not even a soldier, yet I have fought my own battles Conquering some territories without a single commander I am not decorated, yet I have earned my very own titles Enjoying all royalties, God Almighty has been my provider
I'm On Fire
I have the compulsion to just write I can't wait to share all my products Results of my many sleepless nights My mind represents a little darkroom
Just like an old master my mind comes alive, Often not when my side of the world wakes. When sleepless constellations performs live - Delivering new ideas like some sweet cakes,
As a resident of hope village be very thankful - If for breakfast you have just a cup of water, Say a big prayer to Baba and be very grateful. Know ye that someday things will get better!
I Am Mama Africa
I am mama Africa, mother of humanity My soul flows in all people in all places I am Queen of Shebah the essence of beauty You see me in people, people of all races.
Darkroom Of My Mind
The world's gone mad but my mind is made up Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind A place where I'm referee of a poetic world cup This where I am creative even though I'm blind
Oh death, you merciless master of the dark underground Have you no conscious perimeter when you roll call? Oh death, you heartless master of the great beyond Does your job description involves making nice people fall?
Against the timeline of nature Freed from the conformity of it all Are people who refused to fit in the picture Yet expect their voices to stand tall.
A Song For Nature
I have just written a wonderful Song For with words I have painted nature It is so beautiful and not too long Watch as it turns into a new picture.
Tonight, my two exhausted eyes refused to fold And my timid soul is all restless and wide awake Just Craving warmth and sleep but winter is cold Oh deep sleep, give me thy frail hands to take.
Rise And Shine
Rise And Shine, Make today thine For most perfect days like mine, Promises no perfect tomorrow For time is a perpetual arrow.
A Kind Heart And A Kindred Spirit
Be of a kindred spirit and nothing shall hinder thee. Try to always Fling thy sweetest side at will See if Happy birds will not hum melodies from a tree For in happiness the soul of man gets its fill.
The Essence Of Time
Good times goes by ever so quickly And Taking with it nearly everything Wrinkling at all of our faces softly And yet leaving us with barely nothing.
Blessed Beyond Measures
I am not even a soldier, yet I have fought my own battles
Conquering some territories without a single commander
I am not decorated, yet I have earned my very own titles
Enjoying all royalties, God Almighty has been my provider
I am a man but beyond all measures, I am mighty blessed!
I am not even an astronaut, yet I have touched the deep skies
Soaring the galaxies and seeing beyond my very own dreams
I am not even wealthy or connected, yet my needs God supplies