Now time out fellow poets, I'm not here to start nonsense
These words were ankle weights on my conscience
Let me just speak up for a little while
The doubters are verbally strangling my smile
I stared at the local news and couldn't believe the madness
Th
Let's following the journey of the diamond as it lands in the store
dugged out from the sand by the hands of the poor
Kimberely South Africa had the world's largest hand dug excavation
it's so deep it's next to satan, and if you check the date and time
y
Read more…A recent invention, the Bop was created by Afaa Michael Weaver during a summer retreat of the African American poetry organization, Cave Canem. Not unlike the Shakespearean sonnet in trajectory, the Bop is a form of poetic argument consisting of thre
Read more…Loneliness and heartache had surrounded me
And everyone I asked about it, said “certainly”
What I felt inside, they gave me in spades
When the waitress poured my drink,
She left in the lemons,
But took out the –ade
The sun still brought day,
But withheld
Read more…A day out and about was our plan today
But now it’s raining
And I feel a certain kind of way
The rains done changed my mood and now
I’m feeling a movie in bed for two
What about you?
On this rainy day
We could go for a walk
In this dreary rain
Or sit and ki
Read more…Excitement has buried itself so deeply into my psyche that
I feel an enormous pressure building
In my core being.
Like a child that fidgets when a nap is calling
Or an athlete walking the tunnel to the start of a game.
Up for hours, writing….not writing
Cr
Read more…I need you to know i am missing.
lost inside silent cries for reciprocity,
a shattered reflection an image disturbed,
lost in a 3d world filled by 2d expectations,
I need you to know i am absent.
You've colored in all the lines,
Stark black shadows punctu
Haiku 1
sure as blessed morning's sun,
roots, sprouts, then blooms in your palm,
so did my dewy heart.
Haiku 2
the fold of your hand,
envelopes then smothers my salt laden tears,
so does the sea succumb.
Haiku 3
Finally as brash bitter winter,
lay docile at
From your plate I ate,
All of your sweet, dark, melting chocolate,
And I loved the taste.
Read more…Moonlit dreams
as smooth as silk
touching you with
warm massaging hands
you belong to me only
your body's design
Like a curvaceous country road
Lips flavorful
juices sweet
Like mango
My heart is captive
hold me baby
Copyright 2009 Quinton Veal all rights res
Read more… Miles And Nine Years Apart
And it feels like I can almost hear it drop from its place, my heart, slowly so slowly does it
fall. Miles and nine years away I can see it, fall. My eyes can only but watch,
and my mind ca
I could have used your company last night
Could have talked or had a tongue and kitty fight
And no, I’m not all right
Until you come over and fix my plight
Had a most stressing day
And was looking towards some one on one word play
Your presence is
Read more…Demons are angels too
They just bad like you
But I love them like me
Cause like angels, they living free
Hell, that’s me
They say the woman gods became the masculine demons
And I love them just for this reason
So I guess I’m just saying I love my se
Read more…Misery is a B
My misery bounds uncontrolled
Can’t keep her home
She hugs me close to keep my cold
By her solitude I stand defined
My ties to the world
Each one she has untwined
She loves to laugh when she sees me frown
At some abandoned carnival
In the dar
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And when I look into this tea
I see a world of things meant just for me
And it’s just some damn tea
But it’s filled with so many ways I want my life to be
Brown eyes turn gold staring
Read more…"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
it was never my intent
to give silence sovereignty,
dominion over my kingdom hub.
nor did I mean to gather
self-pity and lay it about,
a
scripted predestinations
equations and revelations bombard my mind, I cannot hold the weight. company bequeathed me, a fresh page of hidden words and mysteries. the quill of life writes unexpected verses, full of anathema and exclamations. destiny and
at highest hilltop, I pause world-worn bones
and gaze below at the indigent state
where, in beggarly raiment, I reside.
a sullying fate, this circumstance of impoverishment,
from which there seems no evasion, and insipid
tales of the daily warfare of tene
inception of untimed exactitudes borne of almost infinite unproximity brought soft lined shackling to me. the rhymed dance of bliss with similarities bore me to ignorant unrealities. the incompleteness of the matched severed the bond save an unravell
Read more…I've often been told that my eyes speak volumes,and all the thoughts and emotions that wander,at times aimlessly, through the dimly lit corridorsof my spirit self,are written plainly withinfor those with the ability to translate themfrom whatever anc
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