HER STRENGTH OF MY WEAKNESS

You have the secret to my heart

—Mastering my weakness to pompously slash me apart

You made me fall in love deeply

Sad pleasure of emotional ‘oamily

Your beauty brightens my mind with smiling confidence

—Knowing fully well it was a trap with dangerous appearance

Pungent pleasure and pitiable pain bleed wild hurt—

Hurt that rejects my happiness like passionate dirt

I’m manipulated —tricked and twice ill

Embrace by sweet threat of your will

Now, you have come to refresh my mind with remarkable memory

Memory of deep feelings recklessly crafted in your clitoris’s diary

If only I knew how to STOP! —Stop you from afar distance—

I could unconditionally prevent your pilot with smiling resistance

I feel suffered by your insolent presence

Your love smells with Companie’ essence

But can I keep your guilt from astonishing error?

Desired error —produced by your terrible terror

It is my shame to dream of loving you

I refuse to accept your kiss and to say, ‘I do’

I’m deeply flattered by your brilliant tears

Honest tears of disgusting wears

You made me believe in your mysterious touches

I was slowly swerving silently as a swages

My wits kept the beautiful image of your ancient love

Love of illegal affection —pictures of treasonable cove

But you might still be my sweet darling

Gorgeous taste of a special feeling

My heart longed to profit from your temporary pretence

Indeed pretence—danger but black temperance

I want to still see and hold you

I want to chanced the correction by you

Breakup —opportune disorder has cut our hearts so deep

But your new love is far from what I can keep

My heart is worried to see you go mad—

For you’ve snatch my value as a unpolluted lad

Again, you have found the weakness in me

Sweet bits of true love we can’t see

My SMS have kept you with restlessness

Your phone calls has brought me nervousness

But if we are meant to be

Let love pain our colors and we will see

Decisions of distance carelessness  

—Her strength of my weakness 

Thanks for Reading

Joeforlove, Expert Librian POET
Dedicated to the error of male's memory!

Dream from the Calabash

Danger gently looked in the eyes of a dark shadow


The old man’s palm wine fumed with delighted smile

Gravity caught the attention of the palm branches

Smocked Lamps could be spotted at the village’s widow

But the furious dust spoke in silence for a while

Night breeze verge the feathers of the lad’s chickens

They were homed in a net basket, with excellent lice—

It wasn’t a tradition —a culture of distressful happiness

Happiness, captured by the brilliant sound of virgin’s dances

Why couldn’t the eye lid receive siesta instructions from his nature?

May be, the fireflies held the attention of an illumine creation

It was very fresh; the sweetness was inspiration to his gray hair

The calabash mirrored his memory with dusting stories

—About how he taped, hunted and weed with rounded achievement

The salt in his sweat applauded his efforts with narrow arrow

Birds lyric were music to babies attempting busy sleep

The fire wood magic spattered in primary colours

Wonderful colours, smugly sending out pleasurable odour—

That was when I watched my first bamboo car move with careless passion

—As my mom’s proudly stood at a distance hut smiling without action

Young man’s virgin were waiting in the banana shrub

Shrub in which love could reconcile with plucky fear

It was a world where wisdom with own to aged—

Wealth, to the energy of hard work

And love, to the deepest care of honest desire

The darkest part of the night was in amity with the cloud

The due escorted stripped footed dances with drowsy laughter

Grimly smock forbid liquid with revengeful annoy

—As standing breast, so tempting, bid hairy chest good bye

This was the youngest beginning of my future’s past—

A brilliant culture to which all African dreams are born

Dedicated to the forefathers of Liberia


Joseph M D Johnson, Expert POET

Liberia
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Lonely Without Your Smile

It has just been a while
I’m lonely without your smile
It have not been too long
And my heart is partly not strong
Your touches on my lips cannot escape my mind
Your attractive hips and beautiful ways are so kind
I want to love you, hold you and kiss you
Indeed love you, boldly telling the world, ‘we are one but two’
I want to gently feel your natural love in my heart
Proudly polling painted past apart
I miss the moments you caused me to cry
And how you dry my tears when you smile and try
I deeply desire to see your gorgeous face
Beauty to which all is a race but syrupy grace
Days are passing slowly but fast
And I’m captured by the legacy of our adoring past
Your creative fingers has caused me no harm
Your tender care has kept me save from harm
Your romantic voice is like music to my memory
Romantic vision of precious summary
How and why could distance be so unjust?
Unjust to the resistance of an angelic dust
My eyes still pictured your first-class steps
Sweet steps that have softly given me peace and rest
Honey, I know how you love me so dearly
Now, the world is watching so clearly
God bless the wisdom of your intelligence
Remarkable diamond of my heart’s Allegiance
No matter the distance
I still trust in the existing love of your sugary Radiance

Dedicated to gentle ladies that love 'Green Rose!'

Thanks for reading my Poem.

Joeforlove

Liberia

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PAST OF HER SHADOW

Past of her shadow
 The sweet treasure of her sorrow
   Now she wants to escape her past
      Darkness of memories is chasing her fast

        She’s hungry to eat the food of engagement

          But her past has awarded her with disarrangement

Past of her dark shadow

  Path to which all love is so narrow

    Her tender beauty is colored by faded linage
      Linage to which she have no privilege
        To her past she wan to leave the rest

          Rest to which she can never forget

Past of her imminent shadow
  Disgrace as a permanent widow
    She have carelessly invested the seed of regret

      Careless seed, her award of her sweet neglect

        Her conscience is flooded with pain of rain

          Her mind is swallowed by rain with no gain

Past of her mad shadow
  Future of her sad tomorrow

    She’s wasting precious time protecting her pride

      But no man wants to make her his bride
        She’s very desperate to be called ‘honey’
          But her motive is to get the money

Past of her memorable shadow
  Thoughts to which all dreams are borrow
    Empty smiles are the hope of her life
      Life indeed, a tension to be called a wife

        She’s an example of emotional choice

          And a warning to all who dream is to rejoice

As an expert poet, I'm always obliged to wite freely against my will for those hungred minds whose actions and emotions have created attractive intentions. However, 'Past of Her Shadow,' is truly a master piece that is dedicated to the conscience of individuals’ errors, especially ladies.

Thanks for the time!


Best regards,
Joeforlove

Think and Rethink, African Youth!!!!

“We've got the man power, energy plus the passion. Lets us stop talking and start working.  Let us think and Rethink!!!!”

Thanks to Mu'azu Muhammad, of NYSC/MDGs, ‘Family and Community Life Reorientation (FACOR),  for making such a good point about the question of Youth Development especially in Africa, addressing the topic, “Poverty, Africa and the Question of Youth Development,” on the “Back to Mexico 2010 WYC African Youth Preparatory group (August 2010)” facebook page.

It’s true that poverty and unemployment are challenges that we faced as African youth. There are many if not millions of productive youth across Africa with great dreams and creative ideas that are very useful to our today's Development challenges.

If the question was posed a 100 times, "Can we just fold our arms and keep watching?" The lazy and sleepy youth would say a simple, 'YES.' But this is the good news, the think and rethinking strategies are the best. The success of Africa highly, if not depends on Africans. To reduce this slung of backwardness from our lives, we gat to make use of the opportunities that are available to us. And if we cannot find one, it is our responsibilities as Africa youth to create one.

We've got the man power, energy plus the passion. Lets us stop talking and start working.  Let us think and Rethink!!!!

Think and Rethink about this: Did Nelson Mandela stooped after he spent 27 years in prison on Robben Island (now a world famous tourist); Did Desmond Tutu quit the fight to became a heroic figure in the fight against Apartheid, (He also became the second South African to be awarded the prestigious Nobel Peace Prize); or did Steve Biko refuse to be noted as an anti Apartheid activist,( who founded the Black Consciousness Movement, a movement which would empower a vast majority of the black population of South Africa?)

Therefore, every African youth must know that each challenge overcome in our age buys an admission ticket to a more victorious moment. We will not, we should not and we cannot stop this fight until the smiles of our various countries are enjoying the sweetness of our today's efforts.

There is no African Youth Problem. The problem is weather young Africans can create the courage, honor and determination to live up to the success of their cause of achieving Peace and development! "The past is a ghost," Bill Cosby remarked "the future a dream. All we ever have is now."

I support Muhammad when he wrote, "We can now engage them with different approaches of fighting poverty that are YOUTH TARGETTED and Youth driven, using the time we have now and upward." Let us finally join our hearts, hands and minds with productive solution in the the Mexico 2010!!!

Let us not do nothing, watch-out, POVERTY do murder!!

Joseph M D Johnson
Ghana Institute of Management and Public Administration
GIMPA – Marketing 2013’

Youth Empowerment for Progress (YEP)
Liberia