John G. Nelson

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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. Tell Her What She's Worth 12/4/2006
5. I Feign Not My Love 12/18/2006
6. I Adore Thee 12/18/2006
7. I Wish 12/20/2006
8. When I'M Weak 1/9/2007
9. Can'T Sleep 1/12/2007
10. Does She Know 2/6/2007
11. The Elements 11/16/2006
12. An Aging Soul 11/16/2006
13. The Moment 3/15/2007
14. Babylon 4/23/2007
15. Love Beneath The Stars 1/11/2008
16. Nature 1/11/2008
17. Dear Mother 1/11/2008
18. Here I Am 1/30/2008
19. Love Believes 1/30/2008
20. My Heart Is A Man 2/1/2008
21. I Cry Sometime 5/17/2008
22. She Looks Just Like You 5/17/2008
23. Love, I Be In It 7/29/2008
24. My Tongue 7/29/2008
25. Heartache 8/6/2008
26. If We Die 8/6/2008
27. My Prayer 8/6/2008
28. Once A Dream 8/23/2008
29. ! ! Who Dare To Save Me 8/25/2008
30. Across The Land 8/31/2008
31. The Whine Of My Brothers 8/31/2008
32. Sleep In My Heart 3/2/2009
33. My Most Ancient Bride 3/2/2009
34. Life, Not An Easy Road 3/2/2009
35. I Ate My Fill 3/2/2009
36. My Distance Maid 3/2/2009
37. Prison Holes 10/1/2010
38. When I'M Dead 11/14/2006
39. I Can'T Explain 11/16/2006
40. My Second Letter To Grace 11/16/2006

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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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