October 31, 2009
I got your back.
You’ve got mine.
Don’t listen to the haters,
We’re doing just fine.
Voices, looks
And exaggeration.
What they say means nothing,
Just causes needless aggravation.
Believe in you and me.
Now is what we have,
No one can tell us
What it ought to be.
Our only concern
Should be loving each other.
Enjoying the gift
Of the love of another.
Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm
September 24, 2009
From the archives:
This is the most popular of all my poems for the past year so here once again About a Friend.
Yes this is personal and yes it is true.
It is my experience that I am sharing with you.
We were so close like sisters people said.
Closer than that we were, it was over your head.
A bond that sparked instantaneously much like new romance.
Of course those that insinuated such did not follow the dance.
Give give, take take, it all seemed so equal at first.
No shadow of doubt, we would never be cursed.
Hours and days were spent sharing the past.
The laughter and tears were flowing and vast.
Each told of old sorrows and pain we had endured.
Consoling each other, we were each others cure.
We had found one another, knew it was different this time.
The ying to her yang, the partner to our crime.
We turned heads and made people wonder.
Quite a few tried to quiet the thunder.
This gave us our strength, like forces of nature together.
She and I against the world, no storm we couldn’t weather.
Life would charge in and test our power.
Tempted and taunted to see who would cower.
We prevailed time after time, year after year.
We drew lines for others that were perfectly clear.
Then one day it happened, the first of the clues.
A weakness exposed and a hint of a ruse.
“Not us I thought, this was not our path.”
Rips in the fabric, hidden agendas, you do the math.
And with just as much power as we united.
Truth had snuck in though reluctant and uninvited.
The face I began to recognize was that of a stranger.
I saw it clearly and knew of the danger.
I had heard the voice before and I remember I had shuddered.
Those combative words thrust at me she had finally uttered.
The loss was tremendous the grief devastating.
I now understood the line between loving and hating.
I missed her so, wishing for a branch or simply a leaf.
Yet not until I let her go was their any relief.
Why today of all days to write this for all to see?
Perhaps, maybe it means I can at last be free.
Copyright ©2007 Veronica Romm
September 24, 2009
February 18, 2009
anger and fear, rage, hatred, revolting.
in one second sparks ignite nothing in its trajectory safe.
words sputter through clenched teeth, raised voices, prickly tongues.
jabs, slices, punches inflicting maximum pain.
no rational thought, respect, or love.
deeply planted wounds seep with fresh blood.
a storm so out of control demanding attention.
no cure once blinded by the rush.
it spins through each cell and fiber.
hoping, trying to regain control as the venom attacks the soul.
breathing steadies, pulse no longer blaring.
around, tossed in the rubble is the evidence the damage done.
despicable words spoken replay on the tape.
left standing amidst intolerable shame.
Copyright ©2009 Veronica Romm
November 19, 2008
When all has been tried, nothing being a mystery,
How are we expected to appreciate history?
The most brilliant minds that came before us.
The teachers, our heroes, and always the infamous.
Einstein, Tesla and Salvador Dali,
Allowing every sense to make a decision
Never lose sight of your personal vision.
Will it ever be equal?
We don’t need anymore sequels.
Why so politically correct?
Say what you mean you’ll earn more respect.
The police shoot first, with little concern.
When will these bullies actually learn?
What are the new taboos?
Doesn’t anyone have a thing to lose?
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