More Than Just Poetry

By Tenesia Teri-Ann

This book carries you through a journey of human emotion, it's about the feelings that make us as special as we are. Our every being is surrounded by love, hate, anger, hope, faith and so many more emotions that lead us, keep us alive and universally keep us moving. The poems are based on either fragments of my life or the lives of others that I hold dear. These are real expressions of different situations that we all find ourselves in at one point or the other in our lives. So grab your favourite drink, curl up in a comfortable place and join me on a really great journey one that I am privileged to share with you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Mar 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479741304

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Copyright © 2013 by Tenesia Teri-Ann.

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Rev. date: 03/07/2013

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Contents

Ethereal Romanticism

Future us

My What if

Misunderstood Black Rose

Temporary Madness

Torn

Beauty and Brains

First Love

This Ring

Forever Mine, My Super Hero

Eyes Tell it All

Honest: Honesty

Autumn Highlights

Beautifully Unpredictable

Day Dreaming About The One

Your baby

My Glue

A Drug Addicts Conversation

Our 21st Century

Addicted to Denial

Journey of Love

White Room

Your Friend Never

This Man’s Blues Bottom Bottle

Me, Myself & I

Unexpected Memories

The Search for Understanding

The Beauty of Words

Fiery Love(A Love That Hurts)

Desires

My Shower

Pleasure

Train Journey

Future Cries

Woman

Lifetime of Love

Life’s What You Make It

Senses

Lesson Learned

Us Two

Multicultural Woman

It’s That Ish

Diamond In The Rough

My All

I Am

Miracles We Are

Irresponsibility to a Nation

Rules

That Type Of Love

I Love Her

No I Don’t Have a Mother

Ghost-ful Manipulations

Verses

Love Gone

21st Century Revolution

Crazy Things (do me)

My Angel No More

In Your Arms (happy lady)

Magnificent Man

Dear Ex

Why be a Video Hoe? When You Could be so Much More

Evil Abuse

She Wants

M.U.S.I.C

Dream Aspired Love

That Feeling

To Mr. Terry Nelson Fraser my wonderful grandfather who taught me

the beauty of dreaming and the magic of making my dreams a reality.

Forever loved, forever missed, never forgotten.

‘And the day came when the risk to remain tight

in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom’ Anais Nin

To the one’s that mean the most

After everything you all have done for me I’m standing here in awe at the final product. You may have thought that my dream was farfetched but you have supported me

every step of the way. You have kept me grounded, hopeful and grateful

every breathing moment of my life. I would like to thank the higher being

for giving me hope and keeping my faith alive. I’d like to thank

my future husband Danny Pascal, My father Nelson Fraser,

my grandparents Gloria and Nelson Fraser the people who are responsible

for the young woman that I’ve turned out to be. My exceptional siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, my in-laws and my friends who have all been absolutely brilliant,

thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

Illustrators

Louise Smith: Front and back cover, Ethereal Romanticism, Forever Mine my Superhero No I don’t have a mother, Front and back cover art

TOXI: Misunderstood black rose, This Man’s Blues Bottom Bottle, Desires My Train Journey, Irresponsibility to a nation, In Your Arms Happy Lady

Natasha Martindale: Your Baby, Addicted to Denial, Life’s What You Make it

Danny Pascal: Us Two, M.U.S.I.C

Anthony Dodd: Beauty and Brains, The Search for Understanding

Damien Fraser: Autumn Highlights, Diamond in The Rough

Kelvin Daniels: Love Gone

Kered Clement: Why be a Video Hoe When You Can be so Much More

Ethereal Romanticism

I visited your grave

In my dream last night

What I felt made me realise

That if this were the only way that we could

Dance our dance of trepidation so sublime we would

For you would run to me like the army had bombs at your feet

You would fly to me even if you didn’t have wings

We would find a way

In a world filled with bomb mines

Political correctness

Bullshit and sheep

Our love reigns supreme

Our indignation for filth

Will see us rise above

This earth

Even at six feet under

You would lay by my side

And when the time was right

Our souls would smile at each other

Recalling our time on earth

We will reminisce and feel

What we once felt

Only magnified

I felt empty

When I saw you in your casket

I felt like it needed to be bigger

You’ve always liked to move around

I felt like it weren’t grand enough

Because we would once again be together

And you know how perfect I like everything to be

There would be no room for you and I

No room for us

No room for our toes to touch each other

No room for you to run your fingers through my hair

Or gently down my cheek

There was no room for you to glow in laughter

I saw you in my dream last night

But the emptiness slowly subsided

Like wings on a dove we were meant to be magic for eternity

In every lifetime

I know that we will celebrate grandly when that time comes

Fear death I do not

I feel at ease with the idea of it

The knowing that

That death is not a goodbye to a love so unshakable

In that world you would still be the most handsome man to me

My man of strong skeleton

My man that’s never shaken

Lover just know that we will be what we are until the end of time

You will forever be mine and I yours

Forever and a lifetime is my promise

Time matters not

We will pass it

Playing our memory reel’s

You will feel all that you have made me feel

My joy, pleasure, pain

In quick motion you took from me

And gave me back my life

We will forget about seasons

Skeletons have no worry of that

We will only rely on each other

And maybe the folks that lay still in the grave beside us

Will hop on over

Ever wondering how we