tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64030332011-04-21T20:35:31.928-07:00Poetry which consists of multiple styles, free verse is included.Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1108865115333133392005-02-19T17:50:00.000-08:002005-02-19T18:05:15.333-08:00O' Woe Is Thee<br /><br /><br />Art thou 'hert' stervening per nourishment?<br /><br />'Hwaet' missing link must thou possess,<br /><br />to obtain thee required degree of flourishment?<br /><br />Indulge, feast, savor delicacies for thee 'hert' or soul, as then,<br /><br />thou circulation will not skip a beat, as so, I've been told.<br /><br />Dream, reach for your shining stars;<br /><br />Ponder no more;<br /><br />Wipe-up thee milk, but don't forget first, give it a quick lick.<br /><br />Time will not erase thou pain.<br /><br />Time will (at a turtle's pace) ease thou pain.<br /><br />As thee internal clock's second hand, continues to click.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-110886511533313339?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075560885373304052004-01-31T06:54:00.000-08:002004-01-31T07:10:41.373-08:00 HUMANZEE <br /> <br />Helping others was always his life. <br /> <br />Unlike the ones before him, <br /> <br />My "KIND" was never beyond, <br /> <br />His analytical scope or scientific foresight. <br /> <br />Nowhere on earth, did <br /> <br />Zoology ever go to such a level. <br /> <br />Even though, I walk vertically with long hairy arms, and a hairless face, <br /> <br />evidence of GENETICS have revealed that, my mother was an APE and father a MAN POSSESSED by the DEVIL! <br /> <br />Author <br />Veola Carter <br />Copyright2003 Veola Carter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107556088537330405?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075559617505169632004-01-31T06:33:00.000-08:002004-01-31T06:41:20.606-08:00S.E.C.R.E.T.O.S.I.T.Y. <br /> <br />You quietly creep, creep, creep, up the stairs. <br />Trying very hard to scheme your next move(for when you finally get there). <br />In just a few short seconds, the door will slow-ly open. <br />Sc-reech! Sc-reech! Sc-reech! <br />Oh God! How I've prayed, that door would broken! <br />Telling my inner-most self, not to be frightened. <br />Eventually, this lurking fear will become, ultra-heightened. <br />Repelling each thought, that's causing me to wonder. <br />Controlling those cur-sed hormones did nothing but, make me ponder. <br />Each moment passes slower, than an eternity. <br />Soon, this whole ordeal will ALL be over. <br />"Now, don't worry daddy, I'm still your little girl. "I won't tell mommy and won't even <br />? your love for me." "I promise not to despise you, because of your PATERNITY." <br /> <br />Author <br />Veola Carter <br />Copyright2003 Veola Carter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107555961750516963?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075558404645600902004-01-31T06:13:00.000-08:002004-01-31T06:19:20.280-08:00When Silence Isn't Golden <br /> <br />We wake-up in the morning <br />We don't talk <br />We eat supper together in the evening <br />We can't talk <br />Bedtime comes and we passionately make love. <br />Amazingly somehow, we still don't utter a word. <br />Utilizing physical expression, eliminating verbal progression; <br />Me, you, and silence continue to be, the one big UN-HAPPY family. <br />Where each one of us is secretly wondering, if just maybe, we'd rather be FREE! <br /> <br />Author <br />Veola Carter <br />Copyright2003 Veola Carter <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107555840464560090?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075408511849889762004-01-29T12:14:00.000-08:002004-01-29T12:37:24.060-08:00 HONEY DEW <br /> <br />Worship the ground that he walks on <br /> <br />Cherish his each and every kiss <br /> <br />Share every conscious moment, basking in the bliss. <br /> <br />Remember the vows, that made you both ONE. <br /> <br />Before God, man and one another <br /> <br /> <br />When those sacred words were softly spoken <br /> <br />"I do," was not what was said, and then DONE. <br /> <br />The joining of two hearts and souls <br /> <br />Eternally forever BOUND <br /> <br />Nowhere in the Milky Way, can a more celestial love be found. <br /> <br /> <br />Write your list, and he'll write his too. <br /> <br /> <br />Sweeter than the most succulent nectar <br /> <br />The bees would lose their cool. <br /> <br />No one could ever guess, or even have a CLUE. <br /> <br />Renew your vows and reassure him, by delicately whispering in his ear. <br /> <br />"Oh yes, my dear sweet HONEY, I sincerely and faithfully promise you that , I still DEW(DO)." <br /> <br />Author <br />Veola Carter <br />Copyright2003 Veola Carter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107540851184988976?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075407156861795182004-01-29T12:00:00.000-08:002004-01-29T12:14:49.263-08:00 MOTHER TO BE...OR NOT TO BE <br /> <br />What gives you the right to tell me, what I can or can <br />not do, with my body? <br /> <br />Whether I was willing or whether I was raped, God is the only SUPREME Being, who has control of my fate. <br /> <br />The black robes that you wear, are supposed to represent JUSTICE. <br /> <br />Nowadays, it displays nothing except, the most benign <br />form of totalitarianism. <br /> <br />I'M REALLY DISGUSTED! <br /> <br />Procreating, thus, allowing another life to grow inside of me, is a choice that is ONLY MINE. <br /> <br />So, in the meanwhile, proceed with your real Judicature. Has that order of business now become, just an opaque blur? <br /> <br />O', I promise you that, me and my body will both be,just fine. <br /> <br />Author <br />Veola Carter <br />Copyright2003 Veola Carter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107540715686179518?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6403033.post-1075405634034561482004-01-29T11:46:00.000-08:002004-01-29T12:00:15.093-08:00 M.A.N.I.C. <br /> <br /> <br />Managing to fake it through yet another day <br /> <br />Always anticipating the how, when or where <br /> <br />Never knowing what to do when the turmoil starts to flair <br /> <br />Into the deep cortex of my mind <br /> <br />Cursing each moment my sanity is not completely there <br /> <br /> Author <br /> Veola Carter <br /> Copyright2003 Veola Carter <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6403033-107540563403456148?l=quantumpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Veolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211171795448254005noreply@blogger.com