To Be A Poet

Writing poetry is a game
To be a poet is a fame
So pen it making your name
Because there is no blame  

A poet is a traveler
And also a seller
You can say he is storyteller
But never a ruler 

On his journey,
He needs no penny
But just some honey
And forget about money 

A poet is a messenger
Running like a night ranger
Informing about the danger
But he is not a stranger 

The journey of a poetess
Is like a mistress
Who is without a stress
As she practice the press 

A poet is a lonely man
He is happy without his woman
A warrior without gun
And the man who will never run 

He faces trouble with courage
As his pen and paper will manage
And into no one's business, he'll engage
Because the world won't damage 

Yes! A poet is an en-lighter
He is not a fighter
And not just a writer
But also happy during the witter

PEbblesbaby

I was here on AP just last February
Where I met wonderful poets and poetesses
One of them is Pebblesbaby
Who is she you may ask!
And I will tell you
She is one willing to lend a hand in help
With her arms widely opened
Looking for families
And making good friends
She is a strong fun of love
And is always ready to care
As a poet here on AP
I owe it a reputable duty
To pen a piece dedicated to her
As someone like DivineAngelWhispers
Who is hosting this contest
A poem dedication to Pebblesbaby
Who is the forward light
To many here on AP
And if you can read this
Pebblesbaby
It's a sincere dedication to you
For your wonderful works of humanity
So please mama Pebblesbaby, smile
And feel free always
Because you are a wonderful poetess

Good Brother

Among all the brothers I have
From Bernard through Ramsey to Philemon
Brother Albert is the best of all
He is a man of wisdom
And a brother of togetherness
Loyalty and kindness are his game
And love is his name
He is a good brother
One who endures pains while hoping for the best
Mama used to talk about him always
And now that she is away
I have come to realize
What a good brother he is

Am Grateful

Allpoetry is a community
Where poets meet and act poetry
Some rules must be followed
But who does the supervisions?
The moderators does it
You are the security
That maintains our safety and surety
Here on Allpoetry.com
Very big thanks and appreciations
From me goes out
To you the moderators of AP
For all your wonderful deeds
From checking on AP rules breaking
Through site maintenance
To assistance of numerous kinds
You made Allpoetry in a way
That whenever I signed in
I feels at home
The site is very inspiring
Even much more are yourselves
I am really grateful
For your wonderful works of humanity
So never lose hope
Instead, gather courage
For the world needs you
And I Simon regards you
Yes! I love you all
Stay blessed always

Kevin-AP

Yesterday in the afternoon
I saw the message on the sidebar
Stating some changes to come
Then I was waiting
For Kevin's site update
Which is yet to come
As he prompted us
But it was rather funny
When he said this morning
It was all about the April Fool!s joke
The whole AP body was
In awe I guest
For some had poems penned
Yet to publish yesterday
But then, Kevin was funny
And they have to do it
But this morning instead
Kevin is a great man
He is for us all
He made us smile
But yesterday, I was sad
Because it took away My last inspirations

Penman

I can hardly understand
If there is anyone
Who is as poetically groomed
As this poet I have just known
Who have inspired a lot
One of whom I am
You can call him Penman!
But I will call him
The gifted dream poet
Who knows what freedom is
As he seems to delight 
But in being who he is
Brother Penman!
One love for your positivity
Blessed things for your dignity
And much attentions
For your acts and arts
Because you kept the world turning
With your powerful messages
Inspirational quotes and encouragement
Words of hope and words of wisdom
You have healed the world
Do not be discouraged
Or even feel unloved
For the world needs you
Your works of humanity
Arts of craftsmanship
And acts of caring
You are a poet my dear
Who the world can't just dispose

At Last

It was an ambition
He always want to be
A fighter in the army
A fighter for the people
A warrior for peace
And a defender of freedom
So he kept the effort
Struggling on the battle field
With a vow never to give up
Though it seems discouraging
The hope is
To keep striking through
Till it hits to the target
So he worked it
And he achieved it
I am proud of him
 
Yanker Wonder Jackson

Yes! At Last
The battle has ended
And brethren Wonder Yanker
Rising out of the getho
Is now a SOLDIER
In the army of Jah
So tough and horrible
Confusing and devastating
The training seemed
But still! The passion was there
And day in day out
It keeps growing and glowing
Like the bright morning star
My man Bullet as known
Is a fighter and defender for right
At Last

Yanker Wonder Jackson

All dreams must come to pass
When the doors are built
To be a man
You must work for it
Wonder my brother deed
And today
He is a soldier
Of whom I am so proud
Yes! At Last
He made it as he wished to
Hey man! Shanny Rasta
As I used to call Him
Keep hold of the strive
Till there is no more way to vibrate

Dedicated To.....Wonder Jackson Yankah