Pavanne Veltman

Pavanne Veltman
Apeldoorn, Netherlands
October 08
Dreamer, creator, diplomat, procrastinator, hopeless romantic


JANUARY 29, 2014 1:03PM

Poison Arrow


Mother always said
I was a fool to be
Such an open book
Should keep my
Thoughts and feelings
To myself, "Men won't
Want you laid bare
Keep them guessing
Gagging for more"
As if
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DECEMBER 10, 2013 10:21AM

For The Last Time

For the last time
I said goodbye
Choking back tears
You so pale and weak
Thinner than I
Ever thought possible
So many times
The call came
Hurry home
It won't be long now
Yet you remain
Gladdened by my presence
Regaining strength
Over and over
I say goodbye
For… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 27, 2013 10:04AM

Northern Sky

"We don't have tornados here," he said. 

"But look!  The sky is green and the wind is really picking up.  I grew up in the Midwest.  I know what I'm talking about!" 

Marcel wasn't interested.  He always knew better and, frankly, he took Susan's suggestion as an insult… Read full post »


I'm afraid I don't have any photos for you.  Actually, I have lots of pictures, but the files were too large to upload here!  Anyway, if it's all the same to you, the topic of energy and inspiration got me thinking... 

What inspires me?  Everything.  Nature, citie… Read full post »

AUGUST 6, 2012 12:20PM

4th Gallery Challenge: Trees





And The Trees Sang

Went for a walk in the forest

as I am wont to do on a sunny spring

blue-sky day thoughts racing ahead of me

almost out of sight keeping pace with my dog

sniffing here pissing there running after balls

inRead full post »

JULY 8, 2012 8:37PM

JD's Iron Poet Challenge #13

Persistent Muse


I remember
your scent
smoky vanilla
and dark cherries
the seductive tingle
you always left
on my lips
and the taste of
silver on my tongue
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JULY 4, 2012 3:51AM

Hey baby it's the 4th of July

Of all the American holidays, and there are many, the 4th of July is my favorite.  Living so far away, it’s the one I miss the most and I can never help feeling homesick.  I miss the barbeques, the smoked turkeys, yes, even the jello molds and ambrosia salad.  Read full post »

JULY 1, 2012 3:22PM


You're not the only
in the world
do not own the only
of bedroom eyes
or sultry lips
you're not… Read full post »
JUNE 29, 2012 8:36PM

My final tweet - open call


Why do we tweet?  Is anyone actually reading?  Don't they have anything better to do?  I sometimes think that the internet, however connected it makes us feel, really isolates us.  What do I do when I feel lonely and all of my friends are otherwise engaged?  Do I go ou… Read full post »

JUNE 24, 2012 3:46PM

Fit To Burst


Screen Shot 2012-06-24 at 9 


fully felt
strains my heart
which has lost its tone
from lack of use
pounding fiercely
threatening to break free
of its delicate confines
unbearable and exhilarating
all at once
wavering between discomfort
and euphoria
racing for dear life
in a marathon
w… Read full post »

JUNE 23, 2012 3:47AM

OPEN CALL Repost: The Witch in 5A


Hey there!  So I finally decided to start blogging regularly again inspite of my grueling work schedule, even if it meant staying up until 2am every night, and what happens?!  OS is threatening to disappear!  The Fates are in rare form this week.  I hope this won't be my la… Read full post »

Evening beckoned.  He cleared the backseat. Read full post »
JUNE 17, 2012 12:51PM

Rest With Me

rest with me
a while
take shelter
in my arms
drowse easily
upon my chest
and take comfort
in the steady beating
of my heart
through your head
while it… Read full post »
JUNE 16, 2012 2:37PM

Keeping Up Appearances


so nice
he seems
that's what
he wants
you to think
doing his best
is so easy
for a moment
such a
stand up guy
and I
endlessly tortured
by a cruelty
beyond my comprehension
have barely
the strength
or desire
to explain to you
who cannot see
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JUNE 13, 2012 7:16PM

Meetings 101

 I've always hated large meetings with a passion.  Why, when I know so many others who live for them?  Do I think I can get the job done better alone?  Probably, although it can be impractical and exhausting.  Do they bore me to tears?  Some… Read full post »
JUNE 11, 2012 3:53PM

Blue Monday



uncalled for
blackmailing no one
not even God  Read full post »
So I was hanging out with some friends after a baseball game last weekend.  We were barbecuing, drinking Amstel swill, talking trash, having a good time, and listening to the same 6 summer hits playing over and over, ad nauseum.  We were listening to Lloyd and… Read full post »
JUNE 4, 2012 5:36AM

Naked Compliments


May we ask how old you are?
Silly little girls
Drunk on wine
I could kiss you!

I see you work out a lot
And wondered why
Are you a photo model?
No, my dear old woman
Just vain and insecure
Like everyone else

You look great… Read full post »

MAY 25, 2012 6:40PM



I wonder
if the stars
gazing out
over the night sky
are equally taken
with our beauty
by our light
and do they
connect the dots
draw pictures
in the heavens
using us
as a dimple
on the cheek
of some fair goddess
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MAY 9, 2012 5:51PM

Just Looking...


So what are you looking for?
You asked
Nothing, I said
Raising my defenses
Happily ever after and a
White picket fence?
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APRIL 24, 2012 5:17PM

Open House


I haven't been doing much creative writing lately.  Being a fledgling entrepreneur seems to have taken over my life.  Don't get me wrong, it's very exciting and our success makes me feel proud and accomplished, but my head has become so full of snatches of poems and stories that I… Read full post »

JANUARY 28, 2012 9:02PM

Full On The Lips



I wish for once my mind would stop calling all

the shots threatening me with dire consequences should

I dare to act on impulse allow me to do and say what is in my

heart walk right up to you and kiss you full on theRead full post »

DECEMBER 21, 2011 3:19PM

Secret Poetry



This morning

As you

Lay beside me

Looking up

At the ceiling

Muscles contracting

And releasing


Not to… Read full post »

DECEMBER 17, 2011 8:26AM

Art's Infinite Magic

Read a poem by Emily Dickinson in The Writer’s Almanac the other day:




Her face was in a bed of hair,

Like flowers in a plot-

Her hand was whiter than the sperm

That feeds the sacred light.

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SEPTEMBER 29, 2011 2:42PM

Tales From the Kitchen

Today was a dark day in my baking history.  This morning started out quite well.  I got up in time, went to the gym, and was back by 9 AM to start working.  We had a full day planned.  On our “To Bake” list, were one double New York Cheesecake, one… Read full post »