Sympathy

September 13, 2016

Ms. Vee Cage,Bird, Uncategorized Paul Dunbar, Poet, Writer Leave a comment

African American Poem

February 19, 2016

Ms. Vee Black History Month, Poem, Uncategorized Frances Harper, Poet 26 Comments

The Slave Auction – Poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper 1825-1911

The sale began—young girls were there,
Defenseless in their wretchedness,
Whose stifled sobs of deep despair
Revealed their anguish and distress.

And mothers stood, with streaming eyes,
And saw their dearest children sold;
Unheeded rose their bitter cries,
While tyrants bartered them for gold.

And woman, with her love and truth—
For these in sable forms may dwell—
Gazed on the husband of her youth,
With anguish none may paint or tell.

And men, whose sole crime was their hue,
The impress of their Maker’s hand,
And frail and shrinking children too,
Were gathered in that mournful band.

Ye who have laid your loved to rest,
And wept above their lifeless clay,
Know not the anguish of that breast,
Whose loved are rudely torn away.

Ye may not know how desolate
Are bosoms rudely forced to part,
And how a dull and heavy weight
Will press the life-drops from the heart.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Prey

February 9, 2014

Ms. Vee A quirky Thought, Emotion, Fiction Fish, Poet, Thought, WordPress 18 Comments

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Sometimes I feel like a gold-fish swimming among the sharks. I am not going to drown in the water I need to survive.

I would rather be eaten alive, than to drown in my natural habitat.

9:56 PM

Grey Mass

February 9, 2014

Ms. Vee A dark place, Fiction Amber Eyes, Grey Mass, Poet, Short Story, Warmth, WordPress, Writer 13 Comments

The room is large with a cathedral ceiling and the recent winter storm has caused a power outage. The flickers from the burning candles light my path throughout the freezing house.

Mother Nature has isolated me from the outside world. It’s a blinding white-out. I keep the drapes closed so the brightness of the snow and ice doesn’t hurt my eyes. Sudden flashes of a grey mass appear down the hallway. Feeling quick burst of air I am succumbed with a heightened awareness of something I can only describe as sinister. The hair on the back of my neck and arms are raised to needle point.

Not knowing what to do, I grab the heaviest comforter I own, and seek refuge on the couch. With my eyes tightly closed, I pray the monster will disappear; and for a few hours, it did as I slept.

When I woke it was night and the wind was howling. I shuddered at the sound.

I walked into the bedroom, and the monster was waiting for me. The huge grey mass with amber eyes, but the glow was radiating heat, giving warmth through the night.

All things unknown and feared aren’t necessarily monsters. They could give comfort in one form or another.

7:07 PM

Open Arms

January 30, 2014

Ms. Vee Emotion, Fiction, Life, Peace, Serenity Emotion, Peace, Poem, Poet, WordPress 8 Comments

With outstretched arms

When…

I was feeling blue

You…

Enwrapped my ruptured

Soul…

And warmed me through and

Through…

My words were cruel

With…

Pleas unkind, I took a

Moment…

To ask myself the reason

Why?..

My heart was cold

I…

Made a valiant effort

To…

Keep my emotions

Under…

Control, but once I came

Into…

Your arms everything begin to

Unfold…

10:34 PM

An Agonizing Silence

January 20, 2014

Ms. Vee A dark place, Emotion, Fiction, Life, Silence Agony, Poem, Poet, Scream, Thoughts, WordPress 2 Comments

The mind is in

Overdrive…

Runaway thoughts gaining

Momentum…

On an uncontrolled

Raceway…

All else is timeless

A…

Distorted haze caught

In…

A maze; suspended between

Reality…

The imagination is

Twisted…

It needs to unwind

The…

Agonizing silence

In…

Search of solace

Please…

Don’t let to

Scream

It would shatter

Your…

Dreams…

10:36 PM

Comfort-Zone

January 16, 2014

Ms. Vee Emotion, Fiction, Future, Life, Serenity Life, Poem, Poet, Psychic, Stepping Stone, WordPress 2 Comments

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Today is a cheery

Day…

Spending it alone

Gave…

Me time to tap

Into…

My psychic abilities, I

Took…

An adventurous walk

Into…

The unknown, which

Deemed…

Positive and relaxed

A…

Tone that boosted

My…

Comfort-zone

As a woman on my

Own…

I’ve reached a challenging

Stepping stone…

I am not

Afraid…

I am not

Alone…

3:10 PM

A Profound Awakening

January 5, 2014

Ms. Vee Clouds, Encouragement, Fiction, Future, Life Awakening, Future, Poem, Poet, Positive, Soul, WordPress 3 Comments

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I meticulously explored the depth of my

Soul…

I heard a voice that screamed so

Loud…

A bellowed sound came forth from the

Deep…

Discovered a hidden glory waiting to

Unfold…

It then spiraled me up to the

Sky…

The transition blurred, like a cloud so

Grey…

Lasted for a second then cleared a

Passageway…

The vision is positive, clear and

Precise…

Like stars shining bright on a majestic

Night…

5:55 PM

The Journey Home

December 16, 2013

Ms. Vee A dark place, Clouds, Death, Fiction, Moon, Nature, Peace, Wet Bleed-out, Blogger, Creepy, Eerie short story, Forest, Poet, Writer 9 Comments

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The forest is dense with the overgrown bush, off the beaten path. I lost all sense of time during this walk, and sense of direction. I’m lost in my thoughts, since my memories are blowing in the wind.

I have no recognition when the day gave way to darkness. The clouds are menacing and casting a thick blanket of shadows in the woods. The tree branches are waiting to attack me, with outstretched limbs.

A calming misty fog dampens my hair, and sweats runs in my eyes. It’s uncanny; yet peaceful.

My ankles are cold. I bend down to pull up my socks, only to see I am barefooted. The moonlight cast a pool of thick, dark blood on both of my feet.

I look behind me. There are tracks of blood that have been following me. I think I’ve bled out.

I’m dizzy seeing red. I’m going home.

Good night world!

10:21 PM