I will seriously recommend everyone, anybody, every poet, aspiring to be, to get a copy of the master piece that has being put together by George Obizulike( Poet Ivy )…

I have actually just finished ordering 2 copies of this masterpiece just before writing this post..
Of course i am looking to give a copy to one lucky reader on YHP…Stay Tuned for that and connected!

He is an inspiration to young entrepreneurs, young poets that aspire to take their craft, creativity, feelings, turning it into art…This is art…I have been given a preview of some of the poems in this book and all i can say is that this dude will take your breath away…

He is also having his BOOK SIGNING IN WATERSTONES AT KINGSTON UPON THAMES, LONDON, ENGLAND ON 17TH APRIL 2010; I encourage everyone to be there, getting a signed book from the author himself.

The Great Depression is a collection of 38 heartfelt, relative and thought-provoking poems written by, Poet Ivy, who is a philosophical poet that seeks to capture and feed the human soul with different emotions through his unique heartfelt poetry.

These poems are a reflection of the bittersweet realities that life presents to us. Some are fictional and some are factual.

He has been kind enough to provide YHP and its reader with some of his poems, something that has been building the hype to the debut.

Some of his poems..Some of his thoughts…Some Teasers…

There’s nothing

Let me know, Let me Know

Earthquake.Heartbreak.Haiti

Going in for the kill

HE, SHE, YOU AND I, ARE ALL LOST(My Favourite just because i believe 80% of the population of the world are lost

Get a copy of the Book from Waterstones…

Read and think of every single line.

I want to plead to you all with these lines
Would you all be able to take in all these rhymes?
Though I’m smothered with personification
And I gathered metaphors & alliteration.
What am I without my maker?
Who’s a servant without his master?
I hope in the rain we can see the clouds
And when it snows we would see the sun
If you cause your neighbour pain
Hope you don’t feel no joy
Cause emotions are not toys
We all sometimes get in the boxing ring
But when punches start to swing
We ask who put us in there?
Cause we are consumed with terror & fear;
Mobster Al Capone said he killed no-one
But his orders dropped dead more than sixty-one
People like him killed for the thrill
Not thinking how the creator might feel

Everyday from sky news, 37 dead in Iraq, 22 bombed in Afghanistan is all we get
More doom and gloom is all they get,
Would they be any green shoots?
when would the soldier in green quit letting off his shoots?
There say war is peace
did they have to go to war
to make peace?
This paradox is proud yet
literally lethal and also
callously catastrophic to war victims.

God is number 1 spot
Can poet ivy contain the number 2 spot?
Let’s be as graceful as a ballet dancer
Let’s be as grateful as a tipped valet parker
Let’s be as sharp in precision and speed as Ali

Just cease to be callous
And cause your neighbour no loss,
Don’t go in to kill for a thrill,
Think of how the creator would feel;
Reflect richer, don’t make poor choices,
Cause your neighbour no losses,
I’m hoping you will understand
Oh, I’m hoping you should understand.

COPYRIGHT POET IVY 2009

The Great Depression
A collection of poems by Poet Ivy out in March.