deanna-repose-oaks
American
Born in the San Francisco Bay Area in 1973. Deanna started writing poetry in 1985, but her first published book of poetry, "Lost Loves...Found Strength" wasn't published until 2007. Lost Loves is a compilation of 90 poems written between 1988-2007. Currently, Deanna is self-publishing all new material to Amazon Kindle, (www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks). New books announced on twitter @dmro or via her blog deannareposeoaks.blogspot.com. In her spare time, Deanna is also working on her first full length novel.
Time passes all too fast
Things forgotten, left behind
Looking around seeing what's there
The future I'm destined to find
Found me at last
Wandering through the pages
Written long ago
Seeing they still make sense
Through time's ebb and flow
Lasting through the ages?
Hmmmm, it's been a while
Since reading anything here
Wondering if I can keep up
Or if I will be tempted to disappear
Knowing it is all worthwhile
I am going to try again...
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Chaos erupts through the screaming
The words jumbled, corrupt, unusable
Meanings lost
Thoughts backwards
YELLING doesn't help
Anger boiling, spilling over
The order all confused
Emotions explode
Feelings incorrect
YELLING doesn't help
I was trying to say one thing
Out came another
You didn't hear me stumbling
Or even try to bother
To see past the screaming anger
Neither of us listening because
YELLING doesn't help
I needed to air my frustrations
Not scream for an hour
Then cry for three
I needed you to hear me
Not fly off the handle
Then see my point an hour later
Next time I'll write it down
YELLING doesn't help
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
We join together for: We together fight We together walk We together winTo champion a causeTo inspire each otherTo defeat cancerIn honor of our mothers our sisters our friends ourselvesWe don't do this because we have toWe do this because we are inspired toWe band together, a sisterhoodOvercoming what we mustTo give what we canWe ask only this of you: See us - Cheer along our route Join us - Donate to our cause Be us - Walk these 60 milesThese 60 miles, walked by my sistersSoon to be walked by meWill touch the hearts and lives of Those we love Those we join Those we meet YOUWe call ourselves "The Sisterhood of Pink Sneakers"We walk the greatest distance we can to fight breast cancerSee what we are all about: The3day.org
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 5:04 AM UTC
Hello? Are you there?
I can't hear you
Can't see if you care
All I see, from where I stand
Is an empty email box
And an unheld hand
After all that I have done
All that I have given
I am still only one
Hello? Are you there?
Are you ok?
Do you want me to care?
I think I'll leave you alone now
I'm too hurt
Too afraid of this emotion somehow
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
Look behind you - sirens blaring and lights ablaze
Pull over you SOB - stop driving in a daze
There is a person hurt behind all that noise
Stop using your cell phone or playing with toys
Behind you - that is the issue at hand
The ambulance's patient bay is manned!
Sirens announce the patient needing
Someone is hurt, possibly bleeding
Get out of the way, you worthless ****
Get out of the way, super double fast quick!
The sirens are there to warn you to move
The lights are there to see you through
Would you like to be inside
When someone doesn't pull to the side?
I think not you horrid man
Next time stay out of the way of the ambulance van!!!
© Deanna Repose, January 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
Watching scenery pass me by
Under an ever darkening sky
Wondering as the trees **** by so fast
Am I here or just reliving the past?
Am I pounding new pavement under my feet
or am I making my rut a tad too deep?
Where was I yesterday?
Am I there today?
Is there a difference? I can't say.
Watching the sunset burn through the trees
I see the scene change in front of me
It is the same road I just passed
But in a different light, surpassed
Seen a new under the sky of night
Changed my mind and my worrisome flight
Even if I tread upon the same path
I walk a new road, always, at last.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
I have mixed feelings
About the winter
Cold, bitter, and gloomy
I have mixed memories
About December
Gifts, love, and death
I have mixed thoughts
About my family
Love more, miss horribly, and remember fondly
I have mixed drinks
To forget.....
(c) December 15, 2009
Dec 15, 2009
Dec 15, 2009 at 7:09 AM UTC
1500 ft.
You speed up
1000 ft
You speed up
500 ft
You speed up
0 ft
You swerve into my lane
To avoid the blinking sign
As if you didn't see
The warnings staged in a line
You'd rather hit my moving car
Than the signs you dissed
Never heading the warnings
You put my life at risk
I wonder why you have to be
This way on a Monday morn
Then I remember all too well
Every minute an idiot born
Although I don't want
To think so ill of you
If I don't
I'll go crazy too
I'll speed up
Faster still
Getting my rocks off
On a chasing thrill
Neglecting to heed
Your brake lights
Crashing a tad too fast
Into your fancy flight
Getting out to ask
This question only once:
"How does it feel - you stupid dounce!?"
© November 9, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Nov 9, 2009
Nov 9, 2009 at 6:10 AM UTC
Sitting here, waiting
For the fun to start
To keep the good times rolling
Waiting, in near silence
For the car to pull up
For the plane to board
For the lights to dim
For the music to start
Waiting
But not impatiently
Just in anticipation
Wondering what the waiting will bring
Some new adventure
A different perspective
A newfound hope
An old love found anew
Something different to do
Love this feeling
Waiting
© November 7, 2009
Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com
Nov 7, 2009
Nov 7, 2009 at 2:02 PM UTC
The moon rises through a blue violet sky
Glowing white above yellow orange trees
As the sun's light wanes
The blue gives way to a sparkling black
The moon grows brighter, floating
Through the diamond starlight
Casting a glow upon the shadows
Cast by the fire colored trees
Split only by the shining rails
Laid upon the ground
As the moon reaches its pinnacle
Its glow is joined
By the piercing light and sound
Of the train
Heralding the night's end
The moon falls slowly to its fate
Fading behind a blue violet sky
Behind yellow orange trees
Now alight by the sun's fierce glow
© November 3, 2008 Deanna Repose
Nov 3, 2009
Nov 3, 2009 at 6:29 AM UTC