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  VCNettles Inspirations and Letters

Celebrating National Poetry Month

April 18, 2022

I Was Wrong
I was wrong
            To have insisted that you change.
            That you become the dream
            In my head of who you were
            Supposed to be.
 
I was wrong
            For not hearing you
            When you said that
            You wanted someone to love
            You for you.
 
            then I loved you
            for who I thought
            You would become.
 
But You, too, were wrong,
            When you could not see
            All the greatness I saw in you
            That made my head swim
            With joy and my heart
            Swell with love.
 
You were wrong
            When you could not
            Embrace all the potential
            God stored up in you.
 
And, We were wrong
            For not telling each other
            Of the fantasies in our head
            Of not sharing the possibilities
            Of our lifetime.
 
We may have loved
            Each other then,
But we were
            Wrong.
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 17, 2022

April 14, 2022

​I Was In My Feelings
With my beating heart out of rhythm,
I blamed you for my torment -
Afraid of you,
Afraid of me - 
In that moment.
 
So, I growled at you 
And made you feel my discomfort.
I made you feel as if you were wrong,
So you could be afraid of me,
Afraid of you in that moment.
 
Because in that moment
I could see behind your eyes;
I could see me 
And you;
I could feel your hands
your breath;
I could see me in your arms 
One more time
In that moment.
 
But that moment was not to be.
So I made you hurt,
Because I hurt.
I didn’t realize,
I couldn’t see
Your olive branch of kindness
Because you missed me too.
But not how I missed you,
Deep and breathless
 
I was in my feelings
When I called you out;
Afraid of you,
Afraid of me
In that moment.
 
I was in my feelings
In that moment 
 
In this moment 
Please forgive me.
I miss you, too.
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
March 21, 2022

April 10, 2022

Incognito
Do you really see me
Or am I the vision that you
Would prefer to see?
 
Do you really know me
Or am I the one that I
Would prefer you to know?
 
Did you know that
I am incognito?
 
That who I am
Who I truly am
Is hidden from your view?
 
Did you know
That I have concealed my truth
From all to see?
 
Scripture says do not throw
Your pearls before swine,
Less they are trampled.
 
Do not give what is precious
To those who do not care,
Yet care to see your fall.
 
So, I do not give my all;
I do not share my best.
I shall clutch my pearls,
Only to be released
To him who is true
And truly mine.
 
Did you know
That I am
Incognito?
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 10, 2022

April 5, 2022

My First Grade Teacher
My first-grade teacher
Told me she was proud of me
Then, now, and always.
 
I remember her
smile as she ignited my
flame of discovery.
 
Today she teaches
Heaven’s littlest angels
For she has gained her wings.
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 3, 2022

April 4, 2022

We the People?
When did politics become
A platform to speak ill of others, 
To spout untruth,
To express personal misgivings,
And decide for themselves the will of the people?

But has it ever been any different?
Have they just picked another target?
Will history only repeat itself, by simply
Choosing another target that may not defend themselves?

When will politics become
A platform for the people?
To speak truth to unjust power
To promote the general welfare of us all
So that we may all secure the blessings of liberty?
When?
There is still time… don’t you think?
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 4, 2022

April 3, 2022

​This is My Year
I closed my eyes to sleep
But my brain would not shut off
As ideas whirled around in my head,
And the number 22 floated across my eyelids.
I am convinced that this is
My year.      
 
For there are new ideas
In my head daily,
To stretch me, to grow me,
To change the direction of my life.
 
And I pray for guidance that these
Are HIS ideas and not mine.
That this is HIS direction for my life and
Not my journey into self (again).
 
I am excited and giddy and restless
About all of the possibilities
That will shape this year and beyond.
So as the number 22 floats and I finally
Drift off to sleep -
I am convinced that this is
My year.
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
March 9, 2022

April 2, 2022

Resolution
Resolve the old
Embrace the new
Cherish the yet to come

The old builds
The new reflects
The yet to come is still to be defined.
(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 3, 2022

April 1, 2022

Time Slip
.Time slipped up in me again
I waited excitedly for the date
To begin my journey
And suddenly it was here
And I was late
Again.

(OOPS!  I'm a few days late for National Poetry Month.  LOL)

(c) Vernet Clemons Nettles, Ed.D.
April 3, 2020
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