Come, enter into a forbidden world.
Truly, a most exclusive club.
Where membership is for the elite,
And ill-gotten coins do rub.

Faces painted as ****** masques,
To hide those lying eyes.
Promises made, but unfulfilled.
Trapped in a perfect guise.

Smoke-filled rooms, behind closed doors.
Not knowing with whom they slept.
Strangers meet from time to time.
Not caring of tears that wept.

Lives entangled, integrity lost.
The stench of perfume clouds the air.
Trust obsolete, what can we do?
Our very souls lay bare.

Shadowed eyes to draw one in.
Honey falls from puckered lips.
Hands clasp and arms embrace,
Crimson vows so rancidly drips.

With breathless anticipation.
We dare the ****** a second glance.
It's election time, oh, who to choose?
As politicians begin their Poll Dance.
Deb Nixon

Into the Seasons of my mind I wander.
The gentle laughter that teased my tender ears,
Of my grandmother and her friends meeting,
Like ladies used to do.

The aroma of fresh baked cookies, cakes and pies,
Wafting in the cool Autumn breeze.
Back when women baked and were proud of it,
Back when there was Time...

Time to gather and just be glad to be together.
No harmful gossip, just the joy of friends
Willing to help each other through trials
That Life throws.

The strength of velvet bonds
Tied together for the common good of all.
Leading by examples, not needing to pontificate
On the deportment young ladies should show.

And me, proud to be included.
My Grandma's Shadow, adding my
Youth and exuberance to the occasion.
Learning about Life on that vine covered porch.

My apron was sized for my small frame,
I wore a dress, like the ladies present always did.
My hair coiffed, just because
I wanted to make my Grandma proud.

Oh yes, those were the days.
Before emails and internet,
When we spoke to each other and
Learned how important communication truly is.

Days, when it was good for girls to look like girls
And be proud of approaching womanhood.
Not subservient, but a partnership
That made men proud.

Yes, those were the Days!
Unforced laughter,
Able to face the world without fear,
Because we knew "Good" would win.

I'm grown now,  I don't always wear a dress.
I live in  a "Man's" world, contrary to my early years.
But I still smell the baking cookies, pies and cakes.
I still sit on my front porch .

My heart remembers my childhood
Though I must adjust to this fast moving Life,
I will always carry in my Soul,
As I long for the days of Poise and Ivy.

Deb Nixon

The day was hot, the hours long.
I couldn't wait to go home.
Covered in sweat, from toiling outside,
I was reeking of sandy loam.

The clothes dropped off on my way in,
I could hardly wait to shower.
The faucets running at top speed,
It would take more than solar power.

The steam rose up, the water poured,
At last! I found some bliss.
Scrubbed until I was glowing pink,
Not an inch of flesh I'll miss.

Finally calm, I relaxed a bit,
The vanilla scent made me smile.
My hair was clean, I felt brand new.
Now to get perky for a while.

Turbanned hair gave my eyes a lift.
I just knew my face would glow.
As I sashayed in my fluffy towel,
To the mirror, I turned to show.

As I wiped the mirror, so I could see,
I started in surprise!
Surely, THAT couldn't be me!
But, yep, the same green eyes.

The temporary face lift fell,
The cat-eyes started to droop.
Dreading to take the body towel off,
Fearing the rest just looked like ****!

My oh my, where did it go?
That *** that looked so fab!
My age crept in when I was asleep,
And, turned me all to flab!

Deb Nixon

I opened my eyes to a crystal day.
Frost lay heavy on the ground.
I look at my darkened Christmas Tree.
There is silence all around.

No one else astir at all.
This is time for God and I.
So, in this quiet of time alone,
I wished this year good-bye.

I thanked God for His blessings.
So many, they were hard to count.
His Grace for mistakes I made,
Strength when troubles seem to mount.


I shed tears of happiness
With reflections of family and friends.
For the good times and laughter,
The times to make amends.

My tears continued flowing.
For my loved ones gone away.
Their memories bright as diamonds
For in my heart, they will always stay.

Yes, this year was one of trials.
But through tests, we are made strong.
With no promises of tomorrow,
I won't wait to right my wrongs.

I thank God for His Mercy,
His time He gives me, I'll use for good.
And never take for granted,
All the times I knew I could.

For now, I shed the pain of the past.
For the future, I'll grasp it tight.
Knowing God is in full control,
This next year will be brilliantly bright.

I share with you my prayers.
My loved ones, far and near.
We'll make our mark in 2011
God's blessings for this coming year!

Deb Nixon