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Best Poems Written by James B. Morris Jr

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Feeling Better

I’m better because,
 I’m positive
 I build the right frame of mind
 I dream big
 I’m a believer
 I’m benevolent
 I’m bold

 I’m like the rainbow.

There are
no sinking feelings
sluggishness
back-biting
 or retrogresses

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When Liberia Speaks

If there is a child in Kolahun, Lofa County who can’t read- that matters to me.

If there is a senior citizen somewhere who can’t get a pension after many years of dedicated service- that makes my life poorer.

If a decent brother is accused of rape and is being rounded up without a benefit of an Attorney or due process- that threatens my civil liberty.

If a native Liberian is down sided for an elite- that overshadows my equal right clause in the constitution.

If a high school graduate cannot be honor with a job, but the only option left is to hawk on the streets to earn a hard living- I wonder what society is being created for the young generation.

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This Is the Liberia I Wanted

This is the Liberia I wanted:
 I no longer hide to voice  my opinions,  because I’m a journalist 
 I no longer seek refuge at the American embassy, because I’m a
 human right activist
 I no longer live in panic or fear, because I’m a civilian
 Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted.

This is the Liberia I wanted:
 Rising from her chaos into a chariot
 Bringing her children out from battle into Bethel
 Dwelling together through reconciliation and not through retribution
 Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted.

 This is the Liberia I wanted:
 Mighty! Her fame
 Glorious! Her name
 Sober! Her people
Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted

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30 Years Ago

His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of a toothless bull dog, missed up in an unfulfilled destiny.
What is left for him to know is locked up yet again in an unknown destiny.
The ocean is wrapped round in circles of stupid destinies- watered and washed in Liquids of the dead sea; the final arbiter of death.
Fooled and unfilled is what he turned into- 30 years ago.

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When To Count Your Friends

Count your friends
When it’s dark and gloomy
When the clouds are gray and smoky
When the storms are heavier than normal- count your friends.

Count your friends
When depression has taken over you
When your back is numb and your demeanor has fallen
When the light on your path has gone off and you’re left with no way out- count your friends.

Count you friends 
When your image has fail
When your personality no longer matters
 Not when the money is like waters.

Count your friends
When you have nothing to offer
 Not when it is surplus to dish out.

Know me today, not tomorrow
Know me when I’m poor, not when I’m rich
Cause there is no second chance for selfish friends.

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The Moon Walker

A great man with a powerful voice – died mute-

Sold over a quarter of a million albums – died with records of debts-

Performed before millions and made them all happy- never had the chance to be happy himself-

Crown with dignity and prestige – buried with clay and dust.

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The Apocalypse- Mourning For Egypt

Your Government was never meant to last
Your Kingdom, soon to be forgotten
Didn't you know?
How would you have been a fool?

The last days symbolism has eaten you up like Tasmania Red Devil, Plucking what he never planted...

Sooner or later, you'll be signing your death warrant before the Competent Court of Jurisdiction.

Too bad, too bad
Her leaves has finally wither---

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Success On the Move

Success, Success
Awaits me, slowly
Is it, when my gray hairs would judge me with curses?
Is it, when my offspring’s would pay no homage?
Or it is, when our folks, would turn their backs into frustration?
Let not success come through those doors
No! Not at all
You’ve shined on the elite; like those in America, Europe, and Asia.
What about Africa, and what about me?
Success, Success
Don’t be static, move!
You’ve got to go on and on 
Don’t be bias, be selfless
Go round about.

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Africa the Cradle

The cradle of humanity.
The brain behind thousands of civilizations.
The mother of generations and the charm behind many beauties.

Even before empires you were formed.
Even before the days of the pyramids, you were formed.
Before horses took on foots and chariots raced in battle, you were formed.

You gave birth to Kings and Queens and breast-fed many heroes and heroines.
Kingdoms were build and named in you.

Africa- live free, rule well.
Because many things have been said and many more will be said about you.
AFRICA:
A- Admirable
F- Free forever
R- Resolved, resolute and resourceful
I-  Indomitable
C- Courageous
A- Attractive

Africa- the cradle of humanity
Africa- live free, rule well.

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The New Dawn

I’ve seen the dawn above a mountain
Lights up like a child with blue eyes.
I’ve seen the dawn-
I’ve seen the dawn where life well’s up endlessly.

With the beauty of old age and gray headedness,
I can tell the tale of a sunrise and sunset

I am an old lady and wise with times
I’ve challenge many difficulties and come alive
Through the passage of times and seasons,
I can only laugh against the pain.

I know the languages of heartbreaks, panics, struggles and troubles.
I’ve tasted the lost of children, mansions, passions and visions.
I’ve seen great kingdoms rise and watch them helplessly run down through the valley of no return.

I am an old lady now; an old lady with worth of experience
I’ve seen the dawn above a mountain
Lights up like a child with blue eyes.
I’ve seen the dawn-
I’ve seen the dawn where live wells up endlessly.