Pocket Full of Poesy

By T. E. Vera

Poems for all ages and all stages of life. Spiritual, contemplative, regretful, thankful and humorous.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387161102

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Pocket Full of Poesy

Pocket Full of Poesy

Poems for all stages and ages of life

Copyright c 2017 by T.E. Vera

Published in the United States by Yours Truly Publishing www. Yourstrulysuite.com

Second Edition, First Printing

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in retrieval systems or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior permission of the author.

This book is dedicated to:

Poppy, Mommy, Daddy, Paul, Nana and all my other relatives and friends who have preceded me over the rainbow.

Wish we had more Sundays, more fun days,

more walks, more talks, more laughs

More hugs, more kisses, more sand in the hourglass…

The Flag

If you shoot at it's Stripes will they rupture and bleed

If you choke hold it's Stars will they cry I can't breathe

If it's raised in surrender will it stop a brutal beating

No. It's just a symbol. It's not a Human Being

If it's wrongfully convicted will that make it less free

If you stopped and frisked it will it feel angered and aggrieved

In the face of an injustice will it try to intercede

No. It's just a symbol. It's Not a Human Being

For the poor and oppressed can it acknowledge their need

Is the right to protest it, still a guarantee

If it's disrespected by taking a knee

Then how can it wave, O'er the Land of the Free

When We The People deny each other's freedoms

And those in charge help to mislead them

Then the flag becomes a cloth just blowing in the wind

Much like the master's laundry our ancestors once took in...

Tortured

I need love to sustain me

Uplift and contain me

A passion so pure and sweet

It calms my anxiety

When teetering on the ledge 

Standing close to the edge

I need love to set me free

From this tortured mentality

Keeping love at a distance

Why am I so resistant

Others would feel holy blessed

But me, I'm a tortured mess

Like water rushing out of control

Drowning out my very soul

No need for an S.O.S.

I am just a tortured mess

Trying hard to abstain

From love's warped and twisted games

There's a mystery to untangling it

To growing without strangling it

But I'm so scared of losing you

Some say I'm abusing you

Regret that I can't enjoy 

What old patterns could destroy

Ancient wounds scar the heart

A bad love has left its mark

Can't seem to let it rest

Guess I'm just a tortured mess

Like water rushing out of control

Drowning out my very soul

No need for an S.O.S.

I am just a tortured mess

Set the Mood

Suggestive shadows cast by the moon. 

A sensuous smile from across the room. 

Inhaling the scent of a fragrant shampoo. 

Intimate things that set the mood.

A confidential whisper that tickles the ear. 

Caressing the skin with a flick of the hair. 

Toasting with wine from a vintage year. 

A candlelit dinner for two to share.

There are no rules for being wooed. 

You just have to set the mood.

A surprise gift just because. 

A warm and loving dialogue.

Aesthetics so pleasing it gives you pause. 

Beholding the beauty despite the flaws.

Rekindling a memory for sentimental means. 

A melody so sweet it plays on the heartstrings. 

An exchange of vows and wedding rings. 

Affectionate, loving, intimate things.

There are no rules for being wooed. 

You just have to set the mood

Foolish Foodie

You tried to trick and scam me

You wanted to biscuit and ham me

I noticed you can't stand me

But you're always quick to Yes Ma'am me

Choking on you like bitter candy

Cause your style is beginning to cram me

You're begging to hold me and