Monday, December 19, 2011

How Grandpa Lived

How Grandpa Lived

Masnoh Wilson


A hardworking man, a good-looking man
Who was born without a dime
But struggled all his life
To make sure he could feed his clan

Orphaned at a really young age
Had to live with many relatives
Taught himself to read and write
And with age becoming the family’s sage

Grandpa’s face was scorched by the sun
Grandpa’s hands were callously bound
Grandpa’s stride eventually slowed
But out his belly flowed oodles of laughter and fun

He worked on cars, he worked on trucks
But mostly trucks he drove all over town
Transporting people from upcountry to Monrovia
So that they could sell their market and not have to pout

To my Mom and her siblings, he was Old Pops
But to us grandkids, he was just Grandpa
Someone we thought would live forever
Until the day when he was not

Baby boy and Baby girl, he called us kids
Never seemed to know the names of his many grandkids
Every grandchild tells that same story of him…
One of many stories now being passed on to our own kids

A legacy of hard work he left us
One of making something out of nothing…
Greatly admired by his family and friends…
A life well-lived amidst all odds…




Wednesday, November 2, 2011


Teenage Boys
Masnoh Wilson
Teenage boys are quite intriguing
I should know ‘cause I have some
Never was able to figure them out
A rocket scientist wouldn’t have much luck

They can be lazy, they can be clumsy
Oftentimes they are quite amusing
But sometimes they drive you mad
To the point of making you sad

Sad because they make no sense
And to them you make no sense
Yet they can be very smart
At giving excuses like flying darts

They sit around playing games 
Instead of working like they should
They push, and punch and shove all day
Like it was the way to play!

Helping them see the value of work
Can sometimes be a monumental task
But hopefully they’ll emerge from this fog
Totally ready for their place in the world!
AMEN!!!!!!


Friday, October 28, 2011


Substitute Teaching
Masnoh Wilson

I wish I had some other job
Substitute teaching sure does suck
The kids don’t listen most of the time
All they do is cause ruckus…

Each day has its many joys
All its pleasure and all its pain
It also has its share of woes
That makes you feel you can’t take more

Yet you do what you do each day
Getting up each day, going to work
Because you need to pay those bills
So that you wouldn’t have to pop some pills

But the children can also be quite amusing
They make you laugh for no reason
They tend to grow on you, you know
Despite the stress, much joy they bestow!!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Turning 21 Again?


Turning 21 Again?
          Masnoh Wilson

Where does one begin,
To tell a life story?
Do you start at twenty and one again?
Does one's life begin at a moment of epiphany?
Or does one’s life begin at one’s birth?
Does a life story begin when you’ve found
That one for whom your soul craves?
Or does it begin at a graduation, an engagement,
Or a wedding?
Does it begin at the birth of a child?
At the start of a new job,
Or at the loss of a loved one?
Or yet still, does it begin
At starting over after a divorce
Or at a marriage with someone new,
Or even after the kids are grown?
Forever 21 we can always be
For as life goes on, so do we…
Forgetting those things which are behind
And always moving forward, upward
Embracing life, like the billowing tide
Of an ocean wave
That engulfs and covers everything in sight
That passion and fire that once burned within
For people and places and things we love
Is never quenched, nor dulled or smothered…
So then 21 could we always be,
Again, and  again and again... maybe?





Friday, September 2, 2011

Hello September, Goodbye August


Hello September, Good Bye August
By Masnoh Wilson
September, are you already here
Are you really, really here?

We have been waiting for oh so long
Waiting and hoping and feeling forlorn

We know you bring us cooler nights
Cooler days too, for our delight

But we will surely miss you August...
Your long tiring days of heated blast

Bright blue skies and glowing sun
Sticky, icky heat and not so much fun

Yet, so much relaxation, so much time
For us, never enough, and so we whine

But, once September decides to step in
We begin to feel happy all over again…

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

She Loves Him!!!!!


She Loves Him
By Masnoh Wilson

 Stories, stories, stories
All the time, all day long
Every minute, every second
Stories, more stores,
More stories of him

Never ending stories of mundane things
Funny stories also I must confess
Even I say sometimes," O how sweet"
When she tells me his stories
Of silly things

This thing called love, O how blissful
To see someone without limerance
I say to myself, " have I felt this way before"
Or maybe...
I've yet to love  this way again...

Monday, August 8, 2011

We've Touched The World!

We’ve Touched the World
by Masnoh Wilson

Out of Africa, we came
20 million strong, young, old, male, female
Fathers, Mothers, daughters, sons
Aunties, uncles, cousins, kin

Mostly from Africa South of the Sahara
From Senegal, Guinea, Liberia, Cote d’Ivoire,
Ghana, Togo, Burkina Faso, Nigeria
Cameroun, Mozambique, Congo, Angola

First taken to Spain, Portugal, Italy, France
England, Ireland and the Netherlands
Then brought to the U S, Jamaica, Haiti
Puerto Rico, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Trinidad, Tobago

On to Mexico, Belize, Honduras, Panama
To Colombia, Brazil, Venezuela, Argentina, Ecuador
India, Pakistan, and other parts of Asia
20 million strong, scattered all abroad
Impacting the world, wherever we went

And we’ve survived; 140 million strong
Making our presence felt, no matter where we are
Starting with creation, one can easily see
How that happened, the Garden of Eden’s in Africa

God used Africa to begin His creation
And then spread Africans around the world
To touch the world with our intelligence, culture
Knowledge, essence, attitude, spirit and soul


We’ve written books, mapped cities, performed surgeries
Commanded ships, invented machinery, done research
Built colleges, universities, secondary and primary schools
Built skyscrapers, designed buildings, and led armies

Written and performed plays
Published magazines and built industries
Established record labels, companies, and clothing lines
Designed fashion and run television networks

We are doctors, lawyers, engineers, and teachers
Nurses, entrepreneurs, singers, rappers
Dancers, models, bankers, preachers,
Plumbers, construction workers, and bus drivers


Is there anything we cannot do?
Actors, actresses, talk show hosts, athletes
Directors, producers, politicians, now President
 Community activists, beauticians, musicians, and artists

Our music and dance have engulfed the world
From jazz to pop, soul, gospel, rhythm and blues, now hip hop
To line dancing, merengue, jive, quick step, samba
From Scandinavia, to Australia, to Tibet and beyond
Africa’s drums can be heard everywhere!!!!


And so today we remember the door of No Return
For through those doors, our Ancestors straggled
With broken spirits, but unbowed heads
They entered New Worlds, never to return

But their presence can be felt everywhere you look
When you look at us, you see them too
They are not here to tell their stories, you see
But through each of us, their voices are still heard

For they’ve passed on to us a kind of resilience
That has empowered us to persevere
For though they were not supposed to survive
Survived they did; now, HERE WE ARE!!!!

Their Beautiful Black, all over we shine
In Asia, Europe, North America
The Caribbean, Central and South America
Although we bear slavery’s sad legacy,
We forge ahead to create our own!!!!

 

                                    


Friday, August 5, 2011

Our Liberia

Our Liberia
by Masnoh Wilson

Nestled in West Africa’s impregnable bulge
Sits our cherished Land of Liberty
A Land that has stood the test of time
From 1847 until now

A Land that has experienced so much strife
Anguish, distress, horror and pain
A Land that has endured 17 years
Of a senseless, insane, selfish war

So much blood unnecessarily shed
So many lives unnecessarily lost
Those precious lives we can never replace
And those lives we never, ever want to displace

For all the men, women and children forever gone
We remember each one of you today
We don’t want you to die in vain
We want to feel your families’ pain

Because of you who've died
May we now go on
To forever be united and strong
And do all we can to right this wrong

So now Liberians, let us all go forth from this day forward
To be LI-BE-RI-ANS
Not Country, not Conga, not Gio, or Vai
But one people, never divided by class or tribe

Each of us, let’s teach our children
That we are indeed one people
Who share a common space
Ordained by God, to be our own special place
Nestled in West Africa’s impregnable bulge!



Saturday, July 30, 2011

A Woman's Heart

A Woman’s Heart
By Masnoh Wilson

Men,
What amazing quality
So rare
That makes us yearn to be loved by thee!

As daughters
Your presence, we adore and extol
An element rooted
In our adulation of “Dad”

As wives we treasure
The security mere manhood emits
For to us
You are elevated and revered

Men
We adore, respect and cajole you
Don’t crush nor quench
This fire that burns deep within

For a woman loves with all her heart
With all her soul and mind and strength
She only ask of one request
Could you dare love her, the way she loves you?

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poetry Reading: My Father

Please enjoy my reading of my published book/poem, My Father. I originally recorded this for Oprah.com. There will definitely be more poetry readings to come! 

 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

New Book: My Father


Hi everyone! I'm so excited to announce that my newest book, My Father, has just been published! Please check it out at xlibris.com . You can also take a look at my other published children's book, Ode to Black Men Everywhere, on xlibris.com.

If you would like to order directly from me, you can send me a check for $20, which includes shipping and handling. Please email me at masnohw@gmail.com for more information. Thanks for the support!