The Poetic Messenger Part Ii: Stories of Blame and Guilt Are Not Mine to Claim. I Am Just the Messenger of Their Pain.

By Veronica B. White

If you liked Part 1 of The Poetic Messenger, you will love Part 2. Veronica White continues to advocate and tell the story of people, who cannot write or express their ideas, thoughts, or experiences. In order to tell the stories of these wonderful individuals, Veronica puts herself in their shoes and connects with them either emotionally, spiritually, and sexually. As a result, she writes as The Messenger to their pain, joy, and frustrations as depicted in this poetic prose called,
Time to Heal:

Time to heal
Time to set aside unnecessary pills
Time to get back on track
And take the time to just relax:
Smell a rose
Bass in the sun
Watch the children play and run
Time to change your attitude
And show a little more gratitude
To experts who are trying their best
And love ones who comfort in distress
Sickness can be unreal
But you must continue to live
And be thankful for each new day
Praying away the pains of yesterday
Life is like a vapor of smoke.
One minute were here
Seconds later, were gone.
Tomorrow isnt promised,
And time waits on no one.
When our life on earth is finished,
Our mission is done.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491806371

Veronica B. White

Veronica B. White (Coordinator, Educator, and Teacher) served as a health planner, coordinator, and educator for the State of Florida. As a health educator, Mrs. White coordinated health services for at-risk teenagers and encouraged responsible decision-making in an effort to prevent teenage pregnancy. As a planner and coordinator, she planned and coordinated community services for minorities infected or affected by HIV. Mrs. White taught middle and high school children for many years and has recently retired to pursue her passion for writing.

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Contents

A Fire is Burning

A Martyr for Change

A Mother’s Plea

A Poet’s Lines

A Time to Reflect

Agony of a Mistress

—Almost the Perfect Gentleman

An American Fight

April Showers

At First Sight

Backslider

Believe

Caretakers

Consequences

Death Row

Diamante Poems

Distrust

Divine Plan

Drowning Souls

Elderly Abuse

Falling Stars

First, You Cry

Gangster Life

God’s Chosen Seed

God’s Will Be Done

He Complained

House of Pain

I Rule

I Will Survive

I’m Alive

Injustice

Karma is a Mother

Light Energy

Limerick Poems

Live Life Until You Die

Love is Where I Belong

Love Loves

Man’s Natural Disaster

Mary

Moment of Life

Momma’s Tone

Mother’s Day

My Angels

My Birthday

My Sistahs

Nappy-Headed and Beautiful

New Jerusalem

Nia’s Prayers

No Regrets

No Songs Today

Poor Mother

Possibilities

Radiation Burns

Rainbow-Colored Skies

Sexual Compatibility

Soul-Tied Mate

South Beach

Spiritual Freedom

Stop the Rain

Survivor

The Beast Within

The Coconut

The Hole

The Music Is Dead

The Student

The Syndrome

The Worth of a Man

Two Hearts Beat

Unscathed

Voice

Vows to Keep

When Love Has Died

When Making Love

Yesterday’s Reality

You Are Good

Acknowledgements

Poetry and proses from The Poetic Messenger, Part I, have been incorporated in this book to make it more cohesive, comprehensive, and logical. This book would not have been possible without support from family and friends. I want to thank my family for being open-minded and mature: First to my husband, Vandon White and then to my children, Nyle Z. Hall, and Natouri Malika (Hall) Ottun. Maturity requires one to agree to disagree with an art form and appreciate its artistic value, without taking it personally. I want to continue giving thanks to my siblings: Diane Billups, Debbie Nails, Marilyn Gordon, Genetta Turner, Gloria Brown, Ethel Dezmal and Chena Neloms-Brown, who assisted in the proofreading of this book. And to my brothers: William Brown, Jr. and Jimmy E. Brown. Special thanks to my sister Debbie Nails for encouraging me to write.

I’d also like to thank my parents, Abbie Lee Brown and William Brown, for staying married and helping us understand the perseverance of marriage through good times and bad times—Rest in peace, father. Lastly, I want to give thanks to friends and people who have confided in me about their personal journeys and have shared their life stories.

I believe that if we are open-minded to interpretations, we can learn and benefit from the stories of others. After all, we all have a testimony—a story to tell. As The Poetic Messenger, I write to tell the stories of others in a poetic-prose fashion.

Introduction

As mentioned in Part 1 of The Poetic Messenger, I believe a good poem should say what it means and mean what it says. It should not only be understood, but felt.

I call my writings poetic proses, because I incorporate poetry and prose in most of my work. Poetry usually follows a set pattern, rhyme scheme, and meter. Prose is simply regular writing, like in a story. The distinction between poetry and prose does not matter as long as your audience can relate to the story, idea, or experience.

I make no excuses for what or how I write, because I have accepted that I am an emotional, spiritual, and sexual human being. We all are. It’s just that some of us are more sensitive and spiritually-connected than others.

I do not claim to be a medium or even clairvoyant, but during a tragic event where an innocent life has been taken unjustly or in the case of a disaster, I feel compelled to write. When I become emotionally involved with the character or the story, it seems that even spirits want to be heard.

Writing in the first person I allows me to emphasize and put myself in the storyteller’s shoes. Occasionally, I incorporate my own work into my art, as in the case with the limerick poems. These are five line poems that should be funny. I love writing limericks because they make me laugh and put me in an ebullient mood. Other than the limericks, this book make up a very small part of my own personal experiences.

I was raised in a large family—in a poverty-stricken community. I used to regret having a big family, because it was quite chaotic and down-right miserable at times, especially if you lacked basic essentials. Now I thank God for each of my siblings, including the good, bad, and ugly experiences