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Poetry: My Heart

2 Feb

February is “The Month of Love” as well as ❤ Month (heart month).
This is a poem I wrote and was last edited on Valentine's Day in 2011.

I believe in visions and dreams. How can you plan for your future without knowing what's in store for your life. Even though we may not know the entire plans for our futures, I believe that you should get clues.

A lot of the things that I write comes from my dreams and aspirations that I've had since I was a little girl. I couldn't have made them up during that time and they're still with me now as an adult. I know that my dreams are real. Some of my poetry comes from the places that my dreams are.

My Heart.

2/14/2011 (edited)

I put it in your hands
And I’m giving you the
Chance
The opportunity for you
To handle with care

To hold and treat it like
Your everything
Your honesty, truth and
Dedication says much more
Than a ring

I ask nothing more than
When you come to bring
Your best
As long as you stand by me
You pass, there are no tests
My heart is with you
A pillow for your head to rest

Not for those who I pass
On a daily basis
Who see me in jeans and makeup
Who look for pretty faces

You know me as much more
Than a shape like the number 8
Than an exterior to anyone
That would looks great

Inside, you say is where
You’ve found your surprise
The key to your soul
Don’t speak, I believe your eyes

You’ve held my heart
Through whatever came my way

Now you’re holding my hand
Your word is your promise
You promise to stay

I’m like a school aged girl
Writing letters, poems
Literally Adding you as a chapter
To my book
I’m excited to write about
Love again
Look how long it took
The best collaboration yet
You write the verses
I’ll sing the hook

The words fill in my heart
My mind, I can’t write fast enough
You came like a thief in the night
I was about to give up on love
At least that kind

Life is moving
I felt like I was running out of time
The moment I stop worrying about
It,

You came
And turned on the light.

No Sam and Mollie
But you mold clay
With me.
You’ll read and write, sit
Silently or pray with me
You choose your words carefully
Because I listen to the things
You say to me,
You hold me in your arms,
And say you’ll take your
Last breath before you’d walk
Away from me

I have no expectations
They’ve all been met
You say what you mean
You’re words behind your actions
Just a few steps
You’re the best secret that I have ever kept*

Whether we’re in the studio
Or a movie, swimming, or in the park
Even in the winter with the dogs
Or just for a walk

If a couple of days pass
And we don’t talk
The test of loyalty
I know you play your part
Before I even met you
I knew that you were royalty
I’m head over heels, don’t
Let go of me

“The Kind of Woman’ I am,
Was made for you
“Ever since I was born, I was trained
To serve you” J

All jokes aside, here’s what I need
You to do,
Take this gift, keep it,
Nothing else really matters
HANDLED CARELESSLY BEFORE
AND IN THE WRONG HANDS
NOW, IT SHATTERS.

Once you’ve got my heart,
You’ve got all of me
Strong, confident, handsome
Talented, gifted, much
Taller than me

The chemistry was there just being
In the same room
Before you walked over to me
Integrity, proud, faithful, big ego
I knew you’d fall for me

And the rest, stuff I don’t
Have to mention, it’s
Already a given.

I’m good for business
Or in the kitchen
Work hard at what you’re good at
Those hands should never touch dishes
Tell me what you need, I’ll write the prescription

A songstress, a seamstress
When life tries to cut you open
I’m good for stitching

A writer, a word-stress
You read my verses
We can take it straight to
The stage
No need to rehearse this

Whatever you need, you’ll find
In me

There is one thing I require
One thing I ask
That you hold much higher
Priority to any other task
Carry it like it’s made of glass
Hold my heart dear to you
Its crystal clear to only you
No one is in it where you are, but you
You’ve made a home for it, it
Lives with you.*

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Poetry- Out In The Cold: Cold In The Winter

12 Jan

By Veronica M. Benson

No leaves for cover bare are the trees
To the south all the birds flee
Cold the weather will very well be
Still nobody knows how cold
This winter is for me.

How pleasant, how peaceful
Should a woman be
With warmth from the heater
And more than enough company to keep her
From falling into any sorrow
Or from going any deeper
There is nothing more
Heart wrenching than being alone
In a room full of people

No leaves for cover
Bare are the trees
All the birds fly away
They find a way to be free
As cold as the weather is sure to be
Still nobody knows how cold
This winter has been to me

Even though the longer this gets
The stronger I get
She haven’t began singing her song
Just yet.

Even though the pictures in the back of my mind
Those have been taken
And the sound of my heart
Keeps on breaking

The ways I’ve had to pray to keep from hating
Lord knows I struggle with waiting.

I’ve been alone
I’ve been cold
Who will ever know?
Just how heavy the load
That my heart did hold

I go in to come back
Out and their words
Of condolences & sympathy
Many can’t fathom swallowing the pill from life
That I have to take

Life is a game
That others enjoy playing
When they don’t feel the pain

Dressed up in layers
From the cut of cold

Hoping to keep covered up
So my heartache doesn’t show

Bare are the trees
The birds they are all free
Nobody will know what this winter
Has been like for me.

(Winter 2011-2012, Chicago)

Poetry: You Need Not Watch Me

6 Jan

YOU NEED NOT WATCH ME
By Veronica M. Benson

Don’t keep looking around
Trying to figure me out

Trying to look at my face, just to investigate
What I’m eating and all that’s on my plate

I have no reactions for your distractions

I’m glad you’re all in my movie
But its literally “closed” caption

If it looks like I’m happy and that I’m making things happen
That I’m tapping into me
Unwrapping all the gifts put under my tree
Then you have clear vision, that’s exactly what I’m doing for me

But you better not get too tuned into my station
As it appears on your side of things I see slipping ratings

I’ve been patient Lord knows
I struggle in the area of waiting
But I took the test and it seems I aced it
Stood up to my fears and I faced them
The pain you served gave me the grain I needed to grow, thank you I’m grateful
It seems to me
That my life has the attention of my enemies
They have so much fun when they think their damage is done
And surely this time, unlike before, you are permanently destined to stay on the floor
Until they realize, you’ll remain “unbroken” and there’s more
Moments away from my destiny
What God has for me, is ALL FOR ME
My eyes on God and theirs on me
Although you haven’t seen nothing yet
I’ll tell you,
You Need Not Watch Me.

There’s a sweet abundance, inheritance being ushered right to me
I don’t say it’s “All For Me” selfishly but
When I see my struggle all I see is me
Once I’ve received what’s due to me
You’ll continue on living simply
Realizing you were on the wrong team
So I’ll say it to you again
In the midst of all of your schemes and plans
What God has for ME
Is all for ME

YOU NEED NOT WATCH ME

In the presence of my enemies I shall reap
In the presence of my enemies I will eat
In the presence of my enemies I will not face defeat
In the presence of my enemies I will become all that I’m meant to be.

YOU NEED NOT WATCH ME

Poetry

27 Aug

The Queen Has Left Her Throne
By Veronica M. Benson

The Queen has left her throne
She’s left her royal place in her home
As she walked away in her royal gown
She threw both her loyalty & crown
Carpets rolled out before her to cover the ground

She’s removed herself from her seat in the palace
No more big feasts, fine drinks & private islands

The Queen has moved on,
To start the rest of her life, in the land
In the hands of whom she belongs

She usually offers love
After many moments of being mistreated, beaten & tossed
Like a royal rug

The Queen has left her throne.

No need to discuss her dismissal
Your enemy, is the one who used to serve you & kiss you.

If you’re in town
And watching the sun go down…..

Drive-by the palace gates
There’s no company nowadays
Oh how things have changed
Since the Queen has left her royal place
The King is not willing to show his face.

If only the walls could speak
Of how it is to live royally
It’d make every fairy-tale dreamer,
Stop and think.

She considered the crowds & Kingdom before she left;
As they all stood in tears, shock & disbelief to learn what’s next.

The Queen is long gone
Not to be recognized by the life she has once known.

All the bondage & burden she once kept hidden….
She’s flown away & is free from
She’s gotten rid of it

The Queen has moved from the prison
And now rests forever in the palace of the heart of her King.

I would know. How could I know?
Because the Queen, is destined to one day be
Me.

Visual Poetry: Single Motherhood

30 Apr

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#SingleMotherhood

Poetry: LOVE

25 Apr

What I never saw as love

came and showed me love

All that I’ve labeled as love

came & didn’t stay, but called it love.

 

Love was there during a time

but now it is no more

It’s OK to say it’s love

If it was love once before?

 

Love should never be a passing by

Like there is no ending to the sky

 

If we’re in it, we’re there

unless we never are

 

Love, it does not expire

Love, only is or it isn’t.

It grows, never dies.

 

Love is, and then it takes you higher. *

 

 

WE

16 Apr

By Veronica M. Benson

We persevere

We push on

We press on

To continue to hold on without letting go of

A love that I dreamt of & have come to know

It’s not ordinary

Our circumstances,

Are demanding

Hard to handle

And to love all at once….

But We Do.