The Greatest Love Poems Ever Written

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Contents

About the Author

A Change Is Going To Come

A creation like no other

A Friend Doesn’t Exist

A man just died; a baby is born

A Mothers Love

A Prayer

A story told

A very sweet but confused woman

A woman is a silly vessel

A Woman

A Word at Peace

Accept me

Am I a man?

Are we created in God’s image?

Black was the first

Being loved by the people

Black men and White women have never been free

Black Man, White World

Black Prophet of Love

California

Can you understand?

Can’t no one stop me!!!!

Christians and Sinners

Come with me

Confused One

Confusion in the world

Darkness of the night

I Wish I lived in a better world

David’s Wish

Death

Deliver

Do you really care?

Don’t keep nothing inside

Drugs Are All Over

Education

Elevate Me O Lord

Evil Spirits

Father Forgive Me!

Father opens our minds

For God so Loved the World

For the moment

Freedom

From the heart

Girl I can’t get enough

Give A Life

Give me a cross

God Is an Awesome God

God is the head

God Keep a Shield around All

God looking down on how we treat people

God’s Creation

Good vs. Evil

Harmony

Have Mercy

Hear my Cry

Heaven must have sent you

Hold your head up

Holy Child

Holy; Clean; and Pure

Hooker

How can we live in a society so corrupt?

I admire a woman

I am a black man

I am a God

I Am a Man in My Own World

I am a real Man

I am all colors

I am author and the creator

I am lost

I am not a handicap

I Am Not Weak

I Believe

I Can’t Walk

I don’t care what yawl thinks about me

I Fail

I feel so good to be a black man

I had to grow up before my time

I just want to get away

I love you

I need Love

I Praise

I Roam

I See

I want to be a part of you

I want to say thank you

I want to see you as you came in the world… Naked

I will not give up

I Wish For a Better World

I wish I had wings

I wish this killing would stop!!

I wish

I Wonder

I won’t be a crutch

If I could go back in time

If I must go at it alone

It is I

Keep me humble

Knowledge is the bomb!!!

Let there be Love where there is none

Let’s Give!!

Liberated Woman

Life has no ending

Life is what you make it

Life

Loner

Long Lost Feelings

Looking Back

Lord has mercy

Love oh love

Love was mine

Love

Memories

Miami

Misled

Mothers and Fathers must be leaders

Mr. Candy man

My Brother

Never give up

No More Sadness

No One Can Stand In My Way

No one will control me

What’s going on?

No women move me like the Whit/Hispanic

Poor little black girl

Poverty

Praising His Name

Reach for it all

Respect Love

She is a light

She is a woman

She is my Mother

She is someone special

Shout it out

Sin

Some Handicaps

Someone special

Somewhere

Spirit

Spirits

Stop crying out

Stopping me is like stopping a train

That with the smile

The 60’s

The Animals

The Animals

The Answer

The Elephant Man

To Reach Heights Unknown:

The Greastest

The hurt will not go away

The mistreatment of disabled

The Mistreatment

The people of the world have no direction

The Power of God

The record to show

The System

The thinking man

The Treasure Coast

The world is a stage

There is a season for all things

There is no love

There Will Never Be

There’s no one in my life

They got a pill for everything

They said I wouldn’t make it

They Tried

Things are only going to get worse

This world has been kind

Tick-Tock

Time to pray

To Lilly with Love

Too Strong Too Black Too Wise

Troubled Man

Try and Try

Wars and More

We can’t take sex for granted

We Have To Love Ourselves

We Should Appreciate

What is a poet?

What we need in a President

Wheel Chairs

When God created my mind

When will the killing stop?

When

Who’s to Blame?

Why am I being haunted

Why can’t we use our common sense?

Wishes and Hopes For a Better Mankind

Woman

The Squirrel

You Are My Angel

You Change My Life

You have got to hold on

You just got to smile

You Know I Love You

You love me unconditionally

You need a friend

About the Author

I was born on April 21, 1956 in Fort Pierce, Florida in a small confederate town on the Treasure Coast of Florida. I was born to a Mrs. Aileen Cook and Worth Cook. I have a sister name Lois, a brother name Charles, a brother name Albert, and another sister name Carolyn. We were a very close family I was born in an old wood shack and I do mean shack. You could feel the cold coming through the cracks. One day my brother Charles said momma, all it takes is for one of us to go to college and things will be better for all of us. But my momma kept on working and working until she bought a piece of land. It was on Edge wood Terrace and it was another shack. But this one was a little bit better. Our father was in and out, my momma worked from sunset to sundown and I mean hard out in the tomato field and in the orange grove from there she started working in the big house. One day Charles came home on Fur low and said momma, one day when I come out of the Army I am going to build you a nice home and he did just that. My momma always pushed education, education, education into our heads. Charles was a very short dude, he took after my momma quiet but yet so mean. Lois didn’t bother nobody and nobody bothered her. But Albert, Loraine (Carolyn), and Charles they would fight in a heartbeat. They didn’t care how big we were. I heard Charles say one time ‘he never got no kind of gratification fighting a little man.’ Charles and Albert was my hero, my momma kept food on the table from working, working, and working. They all worked Charles, Albert and my sisters they did what they could to help out. I had a very beautiful childhood until February12,1961. That’s when my whole life got messed up. One day my mom had to go to work, that day Frank, a friend of mine and some more of our friends was having a race and I was so damn hard headed, I was so damn 12disobedient. Frank said, Tip (me), you can use my bicycle. I said ok, so the race started on 17th street, blocks from my house. I was way behind them but somehow, some way I caught up. Then I saw a car coming and I tried to hit the brakes and they didn’t stop. I realized there was none, and then Pop (Friend) cut in front of me. I was either going to hit the car or the foot tub that was in front of me. I hit the foot tub. Then something super natural carried me up so high and I fell and hit the ground so soft. Rosa V, an older lady that lived up the road from me, ran out there and picked me up. She said Tip, your arm is broke, I said no it’s not. She tried to get in touch with my mom, but couldn’t. Then she finally got in touch with my sister Lois and my brother in law Forest T, he was always there for me and my mom. He came and he was taking me to the hospital and on the way he saw my mom in a cab. Forest, stopped the cab and my mom got out. When my mom saw me she just broke down crying. I said momma, don’t cry I’m going to be alright. Then we rushed to the hospital, when we got there they tried to put me in a wheelchair. I broke loose and ran Forest T caught me and put me back in the wheelchair. Then my mom calmed me down. Then they called the family doctor, Dr. Watkins but he wasn’t a bone specialist. He said that he could put my arm back together but it was going to be crooked. Then he told my mom about this doctor at Saint Mary’s, his name was Phillip Leitch Bladder and he was a specialist, and we were on our way. I walked inside the hospital and told the doctor what happened. He said alright Mrs. Cook I’m going to take your son up stairs for a couple hours." While I was on the operating table instead of taking a couple hours it lasted all night long. When he came back down stairs he told my mom They had some complications, but he never told her what really happened. I walked into that hospital and I never walked out, Forest T had to carry me back out. We kept going back and forth to Palm Beach over and over, again and again. Until one night I ran a high fever and my mom knew every doctor in town. She took me to Doctor Cornelius he started to explain to her what happen and then he stop. He told us to go to Doctor Watkins and he was going to tell us what happened. Then he gave me penicillin shot for my fever. He said not to worry and for my mom to take me home. Then that Monday we were at Dr. Watkins office and everything was still black and white so we had to go through the back door. My momma was a strong ass woman she carried me up those high ass stairs every day until he finally told us what happened. He told us that while I was on the operating table they didn’t give my brain enough of oxygen and my heart stop beating and that caused me to have nerve damage. That is what caused me to be confined to a wheel chair for the rest of my life. I had some good friends, Bernard, Stubby, Gerald, Levi, and countless others that were there for me. They helped me take bathe and feed me and they didn’t mind. It was like the whole community was there for me, black and white and they didn’t mind. My momma was so light skinned she