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…

A Poem By Poet Ivy

There’s nothing you can do to shake me,

Because…
…I have seen agony and anguish
I have been beaten up and punished
I have been backstabbed by my peers
I have mingled with failure and fears
I have smiled in the furious face of sorrow
I have been told by the doctors I would not see tomorrow
I have walked with a hunch back like I was from Notre-Dame
I have real enemies that have done me real harm

There’s nothing you can do to break me

Because…
…I have been heartbroken thrice
I have been dumped twice
Love hates me
Lust only tricks me
I have been depressed,
Oppressed,
Suppressed,
The doctor accessed
Me and stressed
the fact that I’m mentally stressed.

There’s nothing you can do to re-make me,

Because…
…I have been everyones puppet on the string
My former woman had many a fling
I don’t sleep at night cause nightmares keep me up
I have seen utter rage from the bulls
I have been classed a ‘cool fool’
I have been booed at the Emirates cos I wore sky blue
Even been forced to go to Paris to attend ‘The Festival of Fools’

You can’t shake me, you can’t break me, you can’t remake me.

I have seen saddists,
I have heard hypocrites,
All tried to belittle me
But, yet I stand tall like the burj
Even climate change couldn’t change me
I remain indomitable like a lion
Cos in all of this I heard his voice
I seeked his words
He abided with me
He gave me hope and courage
He showed me the light at the tunnels end.
He was more than a friend.
He’s a healer and he never pretends;

(Sighs)

His name is,
His
Name
Is…
….Jesus.
Please please please thank him for me.

copyright 2010 poet ivy
The Great Depression poetry book in march is a must read. GOD BLESS YOU ALL

A Poem By Iverson Chucks

Let me know,
Let me know,
Do I still have to be a pretender?
They like it when your life’s got more drama than EASTENDERS,
You see some folks have no emotions
Very selfish folks wish your life has beaucoup confusion & commotion;

Let me know,
Let me know,
Why do some guys give love a bad name?
Inflicting selfish sordid pain,
Not recognising a true womans worth
All playing games back and forth

Dave is a pretender, not a big star
He’s fabricated like most rap stars
They forced him all along to play this part
How long would all this last?

I myself, I play a part they rather see
All I gotta do is not be me
Oh, I’ll never win an OSCAR, I feel so odd
I’m a smokescreen, I’m just a dud,
Even when I’m hurting I don’t let it show
I pretend I’m perfect & I go with the flow

Is this me…
…is this really me?
I’m just not here;
People are just not fair
I’m a great pretender
Some people prefer me weak and tender

We are all influenced by someone at times
Something like a copycat
We seek to blend in & follow the herd
I tried to celebrate my uniqueness,
But to no avail yet; life’s just not fair
A lot of folks are faker than weave hair

I’ll forget about social contagion,
And today I’m gonna be me
Would you love me for being me?
I am who I am, but you people make me
Change and re arrange me
Even if you folks appear like the calvary in a western movie,
Today, I swear I must be me.

dud- flop, wasteman, failure.
beaucoup- alot, many
social contagion- “i’ll have what she’s having”, kinda attitude.

Earthquake
Heartbreak. (Haiti)

Sad beyond comforting…
…I see the bodies in the rubbles,
Their souls have gone up and evaporated like water,
Into a slumber, their gentle “soul sleeps”
Their flesh mixed with concrete and rocks. It gradually becomes dust & dust.

I hope the survivors don’t feel forsaken,
Though their loved ones have been taken
By death in disguise with a name-”earthquake”

What did over 50,000 people do to get swallowed by mother earth?
Has she not eaten enough from tsunami yet?

Faiths tested,
Atheists ask,
“where is your God at this very moment?”

Millions left suffering,
The rest of the world are left pondering
and wondering,
Saying,
“It could have been us instead of them!”
“It could have been me instead of him!”

Unconsolable, grieving
Sad beyond comforting,

Bodies upon bodies——:-(
Mother Nature, was thou that hungry?
Every fibre in thy body
is devastingly saddened.
Alas, Mother Nature was thou that angry?

Seemingly shattered and hopeless,
The living and the dead co-exists on the streets of PORT-AU- PRINCE,

Heartbroken, soul shaken;
Ah, I see a skull cracked open,
the brains splattered and spilled all over,
Corpses on corpses all over.

We shall write and sing for the departed, a lot of dirge and elegy
We shall mourn them till’ we sap out our energy
Our faces wet like the morning dew
As we mourn & pay to the victims their sincere respect and due.

How I wish I didn’t have to write this piece,
Poet Ivy prays you rest in perfect peace.

COPYRIGHT POET IVY 2010

The Great Depression
A collection of poems by Poet Ivy out in March.
whsmith, waterstones, www.amazon.com.

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.