John G. Nelson

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

John G. Nelson Poems

41. We Our Own Author 3/27/2007
42. Grant Me Less To Grieve 4/11/2007
43. What A Beautiful Day! 4/11/2007
44. Today, A Wonderful Day 6/18/2007
45. Day Has Broken Since 6/18/2007
46. Time Slipped Soon 6/18/2007
47. What Prize 7/2/2007
48. A Husband's Due 7/10/2007
49. Comforts 7/10/2007
50. Dance Me To Love 7/18/2007
51. I Wish Not Make Choice For You 10/24/2007
52. Lay The Blame Upon Jah (God) 10/24/2007
53. Groans 2/9/2012
54. Lost Key 2/9/2012
55. Prison Holes 10/1/2010
56. When I'M Dead 11/14/2006
57. I Love Her 7/29/2008
58. Today's Religious Leaders 1/2/2007
59. Tell Her What She's Worth 12/4/2006
60. Strange Woman 2/10/2007
61. To My Lovey 11/30/2006
62. When Life Has Done Its Part 1/11/2008
63. Subtle Emotions 1/11/2008
64. An Aging Soul 11/16/2006
65. I Can'T Explain 11/16/2006
66. Distance Love 6/29/2007
67. The Whine Of My Brothers 8/31/2008
68. ! ! Who Dare To Save Me 8/25/2008
69. Beautiful Butterfly 11/15/2006
70. Dear Mother 1/11/2008
71. Old Age Feel Good 11/15/2006
72. Everyday 6/29/2007
73. Racism Has A Human Heart.... 3/4/2009

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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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