Best Brooks Poems
Lovely Brooks traversed through
The desert and the glens
From Mountains leaping sunshine
Back to the sea again
Onward now the glittered shore afar
Sure leaning heart
Toward silvery paths of stars
Sweetest joys in wonderous place
Beaming love on every face
Brooks of joy, beyond Earth's bend
Now onward flow,
Farewell sweet friend
A DEDICATION
RAPPING BROOKS
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Many brooks I've heard rapping,
I dance with joy, end up clapping.
All have spirit, what err the land,
meandering journeys nature planned.
To sit on their banks, meditating,
to them babbling over rocks, relating.
To times gone by in Wiltshire,
I first dedicated my heart to nature.
No regrets, not ever on my part,
bar one, humans, they broke their hearts.
Most brooks now dehydrated, gone,
but hark, their spirits still rap on,
memories, the day spent on their banks.
Evoked by you Eve, my special thanks.
The way I miss you is different now
I don't think about forever
I just don't know how
I miss your face, your laugh, your smile
It seems like a lifetime
Though it’s just been a while
It’s been a year since I heard the news
That Oh so terrible day
I never thought I’d lose you
Now just in my dreams I still hear you say
I love you, Dad, and I would say…you too
I miss you so much
There's a hole in my heart
I just wish we could have lived our lives
Not ever having to be apart
I've given up wishing you'd come back to fill that hole
But I gratefully know God has taken your soul
I know you’re gone
I just wish I'd known
So that the last time I spoke with you
I could have kept you on the phone
I'd have told you even more how much I loved you
And how forever I'd know your smile
And how I didn't think I could live without you…not even for a while
Although you’re gone and out of sight
You’re definitely not out of mind
You've flown away and not through choice
You left us all behind
I hope you can see me
Always sitting at your grave
Knowing you are now free
For God’s love he did you save
But like I said it's been a year
And it’s ever safe to say
A year of heartache…many a tear
But now my death I do not fear
For you will be waiting
With arms open wide
And our lives will begin anew
An Acrostic poem from a featured artist.. 1/20/2010
**Patience**
Partly to blame I
Accept my penance.
To quick to love,knowing the end was
Imminent. Yet I strive to
Endure......to overcome
Never thinking that loves
Choices,would lead me to an
Extreme conundrum!!!
ChocolateWoW
Sam Brooks
The flow of time and I but a stone in the current
Upstream I cannot know,
Downstream but a memory.
Piece by piece I am worn,
To the past I become,
A shadow of what went before.
But I stem the flow, life's blood,
Staunch and strong,
Present in this single moment.
Stoic
Hearts bleed heavy on a Cold Lonely Night
hurtin' since you walked on out that door
Whiskey jars tumble and I hear a little murmur
as some mighty Bayou Lightning Strikes tonight
Whether You're Using Me or just Wound Up Tight
It's gonna be okay baby you'll be alright
A little down and a little dirty pepper mixed in
you'll shake what ails you and be grooving soon
Back out in our sweet Sweet Home Chicago
Even In The Dark we are livin' in your blues
**A tribute to the late great Lonnie Brooks
who passed Saturday at the age of 83
mel
...flows low waters still...
brooks
...in valley pastures...
spring waters
...to ponds and back...
have carried
...creations for ninety six years...
stans sand
He was a nice quiet gentle man
He had family friends wife and a daughter too
But Rayshard Brooks was also a black man
He was just waiting for a burger at Wendy's drive-through
He'd been for a drink and was tired that time of day
He fell asleep in his car
Wendy's called the police, there's a car in the driveway
They probably didn't need to go that far
The police came and woke Rayshard Brooks up from his dream
They made him walk the line, watch their finger move across his face
They talked to him for ages or so it seemed
They made him show he did not need a brace
He had passed a 20 minute sobriety test
But then they insisted on a breathalyzer too
He blew .108, and that set up the arrest
He would have been under if he had a burger and milk shake too
They went to handcuff him
Rayshard thought of George Floyd and his fate
And decided to resist, run and escape them
He was running away but it was all a bit too late
Although the cops had his name licence and car
And they could have picked him up later
Three shots were fired right at him, quite bizarre
With no warning shot for that matter
They shot him in the back twice
Lethal force was not warranted to defend
The charge should be murder with a price
Another murder most foul, so hard to apprehend
Another black man is shot dead
Laying in his blood where he bleed
After Rayshard Brooks had been killed
Protesters came to Wendy's from the up the hill
They set the place ablaze
In a fit of revenge and rage
Everyone has had enough of all of that stuff
And now is the time to get tough
Murder murder they cried
That black man did not need to die
Everyone is now marching in the streets
Nothing is going to stop these feet
"You're having a little one,"
I say, seeking information
from my therapist
(she's considerably
pregnant). Then, I ask her
about vocation:
Why she chose this specialty,
and did she
know the baby's sex,
name, and serial number?
She says, No Maybe about it,
the baby's a girl and
has a name.
"Did you know the name
you chose is fame-
ous? A name rarified?
Hemingway's Paris
wife," I clarified,
And then, I wrote
this rhyme: a little
riff for a baby gift:
"We'll gladly
welcome Hadley,
(she's a girl),
into our world."
To My Friends…From Brooks
I know it’s hard to believe
In this poem of mine
That I find it very difficult
To spin the right words to rhyme
The amazing gift God gave me
Of so many friends who cared
Through all days dark or bright
And the love they freely shared
Music was my passion
But friends were all my life
The reason for my smile
A cure for all my strife
You always made me smile
And my days so very bright
And when I lost my way
You found me in the night
So I just wanted to say
I love you so so much
And I hope you never leave me
Promise me to stay in touch
So very hard to find right words
To write something for you all
Your friendship meant so much to me
But now this is my call
So I tell you straight right now
Exactly what I need to say
To show you how much I appreciate
You being there everyday
You're worth more than anything
All the gold that I could give
My rap will say it all
Of how you all should live
Play hard, live hard, love hard
Be cool, always on your guard
Don’t be afraid, take life by the horns
Let others always know your name
Never relent, stay true to you talent
Give a lot but say a little
Your actions will show that you’re not second fiddle
Friend is a word not to be used lightly
So in your life make sure it’s used rightly
Be respectful, never uneventful, not resentful
But always thoroughly thoughtful
Be who you are, no matter what happens
If you do you’ll be known by your actions
And at the end like me you’ll say
God thank you so so much
For meeting me half-way
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
Plymouths gold rush to California good byes Weymouth’s tongue forked for new they died
pilgrims to Indians to native pilgrims joss’akeed the prophet saw the ghost dancers die
prince Philips war another pawn in the game of bowl great sachems had to play the role
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
Americas forgotten conflict or is it not sovereign in land of free sovereignty
Gitchemanito saw you sing this land is your land why you took it from the free
was it a prelude assawompset under frozen pond to we the people’s Boston tea
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
was it a red king rebellion or praying town intercession new Mount hope
Swansea still swimming for freedom not all the black robes at peace
ambassador for my people imprisoned they destroyed a praying people
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
pushing east to west for they loved land the best when will they take no more
some tried to help it is true from the killing at dancing rabbit creek to widows peak
trucebreaker in the first degree Farwell letters from noble five to America
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
Georgia soldier saw a cruel work I will walk the lonely path to be free
from fertile florida to Oklahoma dust bowl you take the land you take the gold
as they build a fire we go I rather lose the world to loose my soul
My name is running water did you see me on the trail where I cried
1The Life Of A Fictitious Person (Name Here)contest by Matt Caliri
Transcend
Feel the wind
Soak up foreclosures inspirations
Never come to a stand still
Words with a true meeting place
Bringing into play actions trace
Occasions
First Middle and last in phase
Dress up
Dress down
Dress not at all
Lounge and bask
Sunshine's rays
Full mask
Water falls pressure
Blast
Billy Brooks bought brother Bobby a beautiful big blue bike.
The big blue bike was the best buy that Billy Brooks ever
bought!
Written for tongue twister contest!
SWEET FLOWER OF PARADISE
Grace ,a very sparkling jewel,
a ring of gold,brings day out of
night,sweet from bitter ,glory
out of shame and turns pebble
to pearls,weakness into strength.
This sweet flower of paradise
dwells in the heart that empties
itself of self.Prayer brings forth the
sweetest blessing,where God speaks
peace and fills with joy.No mercy
is too great for Him to give ,no
mercy too little for we to crave.
Lay hold on mercy for how strong
is grace,and how victorious over sin
From Thomas Brooks writings in Spurgeon’s
Smooth Stones
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis verse of mine on youtube under name ichthychiro
In whispers soft, the rustling leaves confide,
Secrets shared upon the forest floor,
Their gentle murmurs in the breeze abide,
As tales of ages past are whispered more.
Beside the brook, its babbling waters sing,
A lullaby that soothes the weary soul,
In murmured tones, the stream's sweet whispers bring,
A sense of peace, where troubled hearts console.
Above, the birds in chorus chirp and trill,
Their melodies a symphony of air,
Their whispered songs the valleys gently fill,
With notes that echo through the woodland fair.
Amidst the field where wildflowers dance and sway,
Their whispers weave a tapestry of spring,
Each bloom a voice in nature's grand display,
In whispered hues, life's beauty takes its wing.