John G. Nelson
My name is John G. Nelson. I was born in a small
Village in Liberia On August 24,1976.
I could consider myself a writer without talents,
However, it is the force of manifold emotions that
Drive my passion for writing poetry. I strongly believe
Writing as an art, can be found in anyone who wishes
to find it within themselves.
Every human born of flesh, is vulnerable to stress
As a result, I strive to make use of the pen to redress.
As a human, there ‘re many things causing distress,
There’re reasons for these emotions to be addressed.
When emotions ‘re properly manage, they gie reasons
Why they exist or why they taunt, for ... more »
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John G. Nelson Poems
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.
Everyday, decision ‘ re made love can become choice we make Everyday, true loves ‘re saved Honesty and realities do wave
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
Dear sweet mother, I thank & bless thee, oh dear mother, So much love, can’t compare to another, I recall thy love, hugs all thru the night,
A beautiful butterfly flies high above. It gracefully emits, warm rays of love. flies & swings its wings, like a dove.
! ! who dare to save me
The love of a woman is killing me. My heart is inflamed, it is craving. poisoned by a potion of sweet love, and blinded by sweet lips & kisses,
An aging soul
An aging soul, silent nights & seasons How we count days, amount just a few And fight against the judgments of time. To extend, stretch the brevity of life.
The whine of my brothers
I hear the whine of my dying brothers Yon’, I feel pain of my crying sisters. we Sat all night at prison doors & wept Like soldiers, whose eyes haven’t slept.
I can't explain
I can’t explain, trees, stars & lights, The winds that blow north & south, But I can tell the reason, I love you, Pretty, lips, glorious eyes & kinds.
If you were here with me I kiss lips; moisturize them I kiss tears & pains away I saturate heart with love
Strange woman if I felt in love with a strange woman whose love is adorned by every human. body braids lights, in a perfect unison,
To my lovey
Oh! My goddess, thou made me fill…. Thou a perfect gift, I muse of thou still Sparkling snow, incredible love abound Quieting storm, I trod on crystal ground
Today's Religious Leaders
Clergies, Emma, prophets; they’re described False philosophies, doctrines they inscribed Meddles in politic, war; tainting world stage Tolerating immoral sex & same-sex marriage
When life has done its part
When life has done its part, And death laid us all in his mart, When distress splits hearts apart, And agitation become our friend,
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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