About Veronica A. Odum aka omblivnju 1027
About the Authoress, Artist, Songwriter, and Poet
Veronica A. Odum, aka omblivnju 1027, is a child of God who is blessed and highly favored. Blessed as a wife, a mother, and a grandmother with a host of family and friends to love. A retired educator in the field of mathematics, Veronica enjoys dancing, singing, writing, painting, and all sorts of fun games, especially the game of Pinochle.
Throughout her life, Veronica has been a humble servant of God, trying to understand and embrace His infinite love and wisdom. She knows He is the only one who can save her soul and the souls of every living person. And with this faith, she hopes to enlighten other people toward the righteous path and help others embrace the Holy Spirit within.
Someone posed the question, “You are born, and you die, what is your dash in between?” I pray my dash to be an upright, working child of God who believes in God’s promise in the name of His son, Jesus.
Other Works By The Authoress:
Selected poem, “TGBTG,” in Collected Whispers published by The International Library of Poets
CD omblivnju 1027 Book of Songs Vol.1, 2008, streaming on Spotify
Raw Wisdom I.XIX.XXIII is diversified
Artwork | Poetry | Memoirs
A thought provoking, inspirational and wholesome book that ages twelve and older could appreciate and enjoy.
All works have a story to tell encouraging discussions and friendly debates.
You may laugh, cry or feel total contentment as you critique the artwork, read each mini-story or recite a poem.
The book filters in the goodness of Yahweh aka God to inspire you to do right and be wise.
omblivnju 1027
Rainy Days
It doesn’t take much to want to stay home some days. But a rainy day is a notch of yes added. Relaxing while watching your favorite game show, movie, or detective drama. Rewinding if need be or recording if necessary. This twenty-first-century living is to be in awe. I’m at an age where I recall folk planning their day around soap operas or even a commercial in order to run to the bathroom or grab a snack. And hoping neither will take more time than the commercial.
daddy
One of my fondest memory is the fishing trip. My brother and I baited hooks while sitting around the campfire. We had so much fun talking about all the fun we were having.Needless to say, we were so talkative that the fish took notice and stayed away. That day was the day I ate fried eel fried in a frying pan over a campfire. What a Kodak moment.
rock steady
I’m bobbin and weaving all over this danger. Trying to steady myself. I don’t want to fall. At my age, the worst scenario is seeing myself fall to my knees since they hurt frequently. I don’t care to borrow anymore hurt.
jughead
Why am I screaming? Why am I crying? And why am I in such excruciating pain? I’m bleeding profusely from the right side of my forehead. Must press down tightly, for my blood will flood the ground. I’m getting lightheaded. Ready to faint on the spot. What happened?
jailbait
No, I didn’t want him locked up. Yes, he did harm me when he stole from me. The feeling that only a victim would and could understand washed all over me. He could be my son. He appears to be around the same age as my son. My only child. Is he somebody’s only? Is his mother thinking of him at this moment in time? Is she tearing up? Is she praying?
No, I didn’t want him locked up. What could he really learn in a world of hurt?
