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9.2k · May 2015
Weeping Your Poetry
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
5.2k · Oct 2014
Forbidden Beauty
Forbidden Beauty

Velvet touch was her beauty
Sweet, nonsensical, magical sin
In her clandestine dreams
Detecting her whisper voice
In beauty times does swell
Her silence breathes come alive
With beauty to match no other ...

Her eyes had more beauty
than any rose
with dreams of supreme gifts
her man would explode
with her kiss as a pill
she sings notes of her love
voiced keys and intervals of tenor
she closes her eyes in search
of a remedy ...

She's healed his lonely heart
with only a smile
as she leaves him in awe
of her soul~he drives many a mile....

As a woman of divine
magnifications
her ambiance,
majestic with song
medicine of melody
tune ~ she is one of a kind.....

He realized with sadness
she's his lost fantasy
he escapes from the harshness of reality~
knowing oh knowing ~ she was
Forbidden for all to touch ...*


Debbie Brooks 2015
Is her forbidden beauty
4.9k · Jan 2015
Tasting Her Lips
THERE

he was kissing her dreams,
holding her heart
taking her lips
loving her form
from his manly smell
he envelops her
and kissed her love
as he gives her daisies, roses
and brings his soul to her,
he picks her up
and gives her a loving surprise
and loves her like there will be no tomorrow
as he lays her in his dreams.

He molds her body with his hands
as lips dance all over her
then lifts her to new heights,
giving is he,
and fast falling in love with this man.

He takes her hand
and leads her to his domain
he whispers in her ear,
I will always love you
and his loving is slow and long
holding her in his position
his lips tingle her all over
his tongue explores every inch..

Her body is tingling
wanting more and more,
as she cries his name
he whispers in her ear
as she moans
he kisses her flower
she falls into her dream state
of passion and complete love ...

Debbie Brooks 2015
To My Love
4.4k · Oct 2014
Soul Searching
One must admit the soul searches
high and wide for others to see
as sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
remorse is afloat, in our silk coat
emptiness appears, silence leers
fading shadow, is falling far below
Begging forgiveness, with lots of emptiness, it seems............

Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing who cares
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky....

Soul searches but disappearing
cries please help,
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking......

Soul Searching Indeed!*

Debbie Brooks 2014
4.3k · Dec 2014
Beneath The Clouds
Blazing sphere
There you were
Firmaments beneath the earth
Kisses changing into seasons
Melodic
Rhythms of light
Folding all around
Her body
Holding her tight
Contracts of life
Singing Halleluiah
Great souls fill
Her vision
Simply with love

Beneath these clouds
Of happiness
With loving so adorned
Tears of loneliness
Since he went away
Longing for love with him
Beneath these clouds so grey
Her beauty
Doesn’t shine
Like it once had done
Her wings sown the sky
Of blue

On this day of days
Flying to find
Him in the heavens adorned
Beneath the clouds so new!

Debbie Brooks 2014
4.1k · Sep 2014
I Like My Hat
You said my hat was snazzy
and wonderfully fun, one day
you came to see me and took my black hat
out to play ...

With in the distance of paradise
by the light that lines my vision
I saw you skipping down the path
you had my black hat in hand ...

Hurrying down the road
rising my voice just a touch
'stop my friend,' i yell
'what about my hat' ...

You played and felt my loving hat
calling me teling me you wish I was in it
like the dawns of moonlight
You stood my hat in hand
I really like my hat ..

Debbie Brooks 2014
3.8k · Dec 2014
Toxic Dreams..
""I cannot avoid the pensive glaze
nudged off the percipience days
blood so clean under the artificial moons
releasing into my toxic dreams
the nameless face, and the withered heart
unable to break chains of past
go away, let me rise....""

Debbie Brooks
3.5k · Oct 2014
White Rose Of Aries
As we cocoon ourselves
We insulate life
That we love most
From the affection of our desire ...

The white rose
Of Aries
So beautiful to behold
The evil of destruction
Comes so bold ...

Trust on one another
Is so important
To do or die
Or cry ...

It’s a rare and precious time
To realize what we have gained
Not only love and friendship
But completeness of our souls ...

As the Story goes
They say when we are writing our words
The words we only see
When in truth we see it all ...

Seeing them again
Knowing they have that something special
We can’t help but see the stranger
That we have become ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
What have we become?
3.4k · Oct 2014
I Travel Alone
Do you know me now
As I travel alone....

The road I travel
I want all of you
Like the sea itself
Flowing beautifully
Endlessly....

From your own shores
If you knew me then
Will you know me now....

Like the land itself
Something hard
No lack of mysticism
Flood my lands with seas....

Not my mountains
Would you want to know more
My wandering tides
My wandering mind
Changing oh so silently
So vigorously
Never stop the flowing of our fragrant emotions....

As your rivers flow through me’
I have built dams’
Not to ban you away
To retain you’
When a time
We no longer exist
If only we meant the world
To each other....

As travel alone....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Yes darling I travel alone
2.6k · Sep 2014
Kiss A Song
Beautifully written,  full of passion, are our songs of love
they sway with tenderness,  ripe with emotions
so tender are the nights, a kiss for a kiss, lips for lust
a description of the two joined are fused together
a rhythmic heartbeat forms the song, written from
lips of passion, a kiss can inspire  hearts of words
written from a poet to join a song ..

The soft kiss of song, just a slight peck please
its sweet and polite and lets you know it cares
they smile at each other as the song develops
so sweet, the smile touches the others words,
its nice to know to these words
can inspire a song ...

The harder kiss, with the song open slightly
rubbing each other together, no tongue is given
a more sentimental touch of words that makes
the body shiver, when the tingle flows to the toes
its nice to know the song is almost perfect,
that it can move one to tears ...

Last is the french kiss that brings full explosion
the words build up to mouths wide open,
massaging of tongues builds the song of love
to lust, and each holds the other, with no letting go
this kiss is never wrong, as the song builds the kiss
to bring our hearts to write that passionate song...

Debbie Brooks 2014
2.5k · Jul 2015
Simply Wanting
Simply Wanting

Our need was evident
Simply wanting
a shared dream
lost in passions paradox
between the crevices of paragon
kisses so bent around the others dreamy night
lure of diamond light insight with the other
in a tortured love song our need
simply wanting the love of you..

Debbie
2.4k · Sep 2014
Gentleman & Lover Is He
The sun will rise to kiss the earth
as he tiptoes and stands in my life
looking out the window before
a gentleman he is, a lover he will be
and his eyes rises to meet mine
his lips starts with my hand
I hope you slept well my love ...

Melting my thoughts
as they merge with his
we reach through time
and seem so blessed
a gentleman and wow a lover he is ...

His Aroma fills my nostrils
makes me want to reach for him
he sees the look in my eyes
and gathers me to his chest
as i lay my head to dream
of his wonderful love ...

A rose he gives me
a love so full of life
every petal holds my heart
which he has so much to behold
as I write in my poem
I want him to know
what a wonderful gentleman
and a lover of the color of a rose , he brings into my life ...
My tears he blew away,
he knows when my lips need kissed
as I say, I just want to lay on your chest and love the day away....
What a gentleman my man is and wow what a lover
hurry home I cry,
as your pages whisper to me, love melts all around
tell me my gentleman, you are my prince so enchanting
will you always be???

Debbie Brooks 2014
You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss
with my heart clinched in your fist
you touched me... and the dance started
with a gape of spontaneous combustion
you swirled me around the dance floor
dancing cheek to cheek....

we skipped the light fandango
fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango
the big band broke into a swing
while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball
jitterbug jive and a reet beet
dance macabre and so light on our feet

You lead me by the hand bodies musing
all the while... you lead me out by my hand
and made way into the galaxy for our feet
as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated
by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La
with my eyes wide and full of imagination
we danced through tangled forests of light

like Fred and Ginger
tiptoeing upon the backs of stars
dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars
i hold your hand as you pirouette
upon the moons of a mystic world
as our romantic lambada is unfurled
forbidden planets and forbidden dance
the secrets of whirlwind romance

we were like Phoenix that had risen
dancing into the morning dew and nectarine
and I kissed you as the tangerines fell
from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars
and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself
as yours....as we escaped to paradise
dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek
as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....

tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams
sipped of the nectar of the gods
the fruit of creation in the form of love
a blessing from goddess, earth and above
we dance the steps of swoon and lean
and sweet nuances of tangerine
with every blessing in between

I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks
a clear promise of all our tomorrows
as I sleep with love within our hearts
your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams
are part of our creation... straight from above
My heart is dancing and dreaming
with you always a blessing from God.
What a joy and what fun to write collabration with awesome poet wolf spirit aka quinfinn
2.2k · May 2015
Visions of True
My love true
my visions of you
walking on your lips
Lavender flowing all around
we were  lovers bound. ...

A red flower placed in my hand
by my sweet man
Blond hair that glows in the morning sun
Barefoot and a smile unfolds
As I envision you standing there. .....

Fingers trembling as I reached for you
the vision folded into the wind
Behind my blue eyes tears did form
Waiting for the storm to rush in
Waiting for my love. ....

Debbie
2.2k · Oct 2014
Spoken Streams of Insanity
Crude-fashioned like grandma's cookies
from Gold member's lips are best put down,
kisses that are mighty sound
ignored like day and assigned as ignorance.
Although the beggar dreams of the Old Design,
pangs of the new stupidity can’t subdue
a crown (of thorns perhaps, or stick and stones).
But protest words?
that are abound...

That cool dominion summons
but a few to service. Effective prose will act
and do no less
upon the herds as great solutions.
Moxie can isolate the owner's
my way or the highway, let's be friends
mentality with a beyond itself right-of-place.

Vote against this bruising insanity.
Just in case.

Debbie Brooks 2014
2.2k · Sep 2014
Like Falcons
Like Falcons, Kestrels and Hawks
They swoop low to look and stalk
Holding breath for silence sakes
Looking for gullible easy prey
Talons around the throats of the genteel and shy
Uncaring of flowing tears, they make them cry

Recalling a sunny day so bright
When clawed and swooped in delight
Not knowing the heart that would break
That day, piercing ties did penetrate
Learning others spirits would wound
As the Falcon made his way around the night for doom
As his blackness did loom
All were hurt, tears were shed
Face after face he did skim
Heart rending cries that were abhor
For them no tears no more
Never spoken to again, they might
the evil kin do they despise
Torment and cruelty they do throw'
Gnashing one's teeth thinking about ado,
Bruises of blue they carry, bleeding of heart
A cold sweat trickling down the spine, apart.

Take away the face oh please
leave life alone, let all be in peace
Pain and heartache that  created, O' bemoan
Saying and caring, oh no just want to be left alone ...
For the uninitiated, lonely hearts
Lending tears of sorrow, leaving soul debased
Romance here, a wild goose chase
Holds so many as the Falcons swoop again ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
2.2k · Oct 2014
Imperfection Visible
He stood before her
Imperfection visible
In long drawn out prose
With sentences and paragraphs
That seemed longer than earth
She smiles and kissed life
And remembered pain
The sun drops cuts from its sting
Yet they drift
A thousand miles away;

Her words dissolve like a broken record
Distracted with failing light
Each drop of them
Is collected
Natures gift to those who come
To put out the shimmering fires of the
Life of thine.
A rhythmic melody of light and sound
As the touch of them
Bestows her;

The kiss was bitter at first
The shyness over took them
Then it was nourished
And then was strong
As her imperfections were visible..*

Debbie Brooks 2014
dedicated to my new friend.
Michael Haile
I challenge you to answer it..
2.1k · Sep 2014
Basking in the Morning Sun
Warmth of the sun, and not so far away

holds my very soul, on this lovely day

I read every word over and over again

each precious note sung thousands of hymns

to our love, as you leave with keys in hand....


You call me your beauty, you call me your lovely

so many times before, each word grabs my heart

strikes me one more time with tears, as we part

on this very lovely day.....


I thought you were gone, like an old newspaper

sweeping through my life, with your tidal waves of thought

basking in the morning sun, so very alone

I look at you remembering , the love we had so new ...


Realizing the words won't come, the nonchalance of it all

the dreams are no more,  please let me bask in the sun

my longings you never kept, next to your lonely heart

you just didn't know you consumed my very life ...


You want to taste it on your impish plate

you want me once again, so sorry you have to wait

that day has forever gone, but it was so very sweet

that precious love of ours, you had sweep me off my feet ...


My darling this is goodbye. in this warmth that had begun

our love can never be delivered in the original form

the scent of your closeness, brings wonderful memories

but please just let me bask in the morning sun.....


Debbie Brooks 2014
2.1k · Oct 2014
My New Cookbook
I am so proud to announce my new cookbook

The Four Seasons

Let's cook, lets sing and shout
have fun with each recipe no doubt
oh I so hungry I have went all out
oh my I hope there is no drought...

I need my herbs thats in my garden
so please I cry let it rain, don't let it harden
oh yes dear Lord give me a pardon
where my veggies can grow but not random .....

To make all our foods
so delicious that they include
the best tastes that concludes
our hearts and stomachs so happy to alludes.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
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I am on Amazon and kindle fire

I have four cookbooks published
A CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR OWN HELLO POETRY  CARL JOSEPH ROBERTS

he is now a  NEW AUTHOR of his OWN AND NEW POETRY BOOK...
"THROUGH MY EYES"

THE book has been discounted for CHRISTMAS

come one come all ... come get a WONDERFUL POETRY BOOK FOR CHRISTMAS ....

Congratulations Joe... your awesome!!!!!
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1.8k · Oct 2014
Sit and Ponder
Oh beautiful rosy shade tree
Do you touch the spirit of me?
Which way will you fall?
I will wait and cogitate for you,
My love, just for me too
A family of giants
That we are;

A body hunched over
With precious shards;
To know so simply the touch
As I sleep alone
In my broken world;
The molasses air
Slowly shroud in mists
Across the straits
To hear our echoes cry,
As I sit beneath the tree branch and ponder
About you, just you;

Sitting there waiting and looking for
Hopefully the spirit heals with time
And tide
Oh gentle waters
Bring my heart home to you.
And sitting beneath a branch
As I sit and pounder
And wonder
About the shores with my favored eye,
And your kiss of past times;

As my mysteries past stir
And arise to thee my love.
Oh sweet spirit
Spirit of mine
Keep me safe for thee
As I sit beneath the branch and ponder
And wonder
About my love for you and me;
So my darling hold me close
Let me feel your love to me
Touch my hair so gently
Tell me of your lasting love
So wrap your limbs around my form
Tell me sweet things
Before I hear the news
Of the goodbye of long ago;

As I sit and ponder
As I sit and wonder
As I sit and dream of the love of you.

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.8k · Sep 2014
Dripping Madness
Within the night, deep into the wellness of her mind
which hides pain, that lay hidden in her Pandora's box
are the tears and loves she has no more
as her sanity was slowly slipping way....

With her labyrinth of dreams she grabs hold
drips with madness this day
she grabs hold of the screams of the night
all she hopes for has flown out the door.....

If her life is between fate and hope
then her reasoning wouldn't last
with blood angels in the distance
she braces her attack from descent madness...

She sings the starlight serenade
her sadness grows, only her fingertips
grasp for the edge of the world
with her last breath the reflections of long ago....

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.8k · Oct 2014
Our Inborn Passion
Lips touched
passion sought
standing still listening
to our hearts, wanting so much
the others lives, so we will ever fall
drinking our fill of our dearest hearts
and then we must part, the pain we feel.....
That moment our lips wrote poetry
on the canvas of our hearts
from our eyes to kisses,
are a must, wanting
our passion
to the
fullest.

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.8k · Sep 2014
Embraces
Embraces of the fore long ..
the dreams of spirits draws us near
embraces wraps us with love
even when we are gone..

Our pen holds us captive
memories threads us through
each others fingers
kissing the air we breathe..

Our mind holds on to the loneliness
fingers write with a flair
arms draw one near
that loves the most and the deepest
eyes see what is written
of the dearest one of all..

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.7k · Sep 2014
Varied Timbre
Death near
don't open the door
forgotten ruptured sky
sees you and I
riches are impossible
in the blinding dust
vision is beyond the horizon
fighting to win
you back
come close to losing all....

Each selective thought
will bring about
pieces .......
that we will think is love
discarding the rest
in street dust
of many tomorrows to come

It has been years since
you left me so long ago
trying to forget
daily life .... that we loved so
this is the last poem
that l will write
of the pain
you brought about


Time schedules
Timbre slows
so very far
in a varied substance
of liquid foam
as death
knocks
don't open the door.....*

By Debbie Brooks
We all know death is coming and remembering all the yesterdays of pain.. can seem no more..
1.7k · Sep 2014
Direction Of the Sun
As he blows her in the direction of the sun
she hopes he will return with her love
as she picks up a amber red light
holding the stern with thorns in place
what she fears the most is the deadliest of all
no love to bring to her bow,
he is the reason she is most happy
every single night ...

Ever in the darkest hours
the days turn to brightest
with the loveliness of flowers
finding out its not real
the primal heat, a lover revealed
something she can touch, see and feel
marked by the moon, of the yellowish nights
with scared scares, with a veil of shadows
that only comes when she is alone
Oh wow, here comes the direction of the sun ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.7k · Oct 2014
Ravage The Brain
Loneliness can ravage our lives
destroy the brain
hug our forms
knock us off our feet
when will the day come
for me to totally be free...

One stubborn poet,
one note orchestra.
let the New Design
be your guide ...

The times require no less.
The longing impossible
falling in one direction
towards the emptiness
of a long emotion
that ravages the brain....

Rank opinion
from poets
must subside
or else the rabble's
babble will defile
this poet's whim.
All spoken streams,
crude-fashioned
that ravaged the brain ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.7k · Jun 2015
What is a Sonnet
Sonnet is love
sonnet is rhyme'
metaphorical pattern dove
so much sublime....

Popular with poets new
the Elizabethans too
their mistresses so few
used it to woo.....

John Donne, his life
catching the spirit of the Jacobean age
his need to express his love for his wife,
Anne, backstage......

Expression of religious passion
and simply reflections of death
The Victorians fashion
and so many more breath.....

Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
the Rossettis, so blue
and George Meredith were around
were so new.....

American poets noted
Longfellow, expounded
E. A. Robinson, devoted
Elinor Wylie, and Edna St. Vincent Millay, astounded....

Sonnets make us sing
makes us laugh
cry with saving grace brings
universal themes of love mon behalf.....

Keep writing those sonnets
all you wonderful and many more
poets, keep wearing your bonnets
that we all adore...*

Debbie
How to Write a Sonnet
All sonnets have fourteen lines. What makes a sonnet a Shakespearean sonnet is that its fourteen lines rhyme like this:
Line 1 rhymes with line 3
Line 2 rhymes with line 4
Line 3 rhymes with line 1
Line 4 rhymes with line 2
Line 5 rhymes with line 7
Line 6 rhymes with line 8
Line 7 rhymes with line 5
Line 8 rhymes with line 6
Line 9 rhymes with line 11
Line 10 rhymes with line 12
Line 11 rhymes with line 9
Line 12 rhymes with line 10
Line 13 rhymes with line 14
Line 14 rhymes with line 13
Last, most sonnets have a volta, or a turning point. In a Shakespearean sonnet the volta usually begins at line 9.
An easy example of a turning point would be, lines 1-8 ask a question or series of questions and lines 9-14 answer the question or questions.
Our example sonnet would look like this:
he TURNED the FOURteenth GLASS and SAID, “beGIN.”
and I had FOURteen MINutes LEFT to LIVE;
and I had FOURteen UNrePENted SINS,
and FOURteen PEOple WHOM i WOULD forGIVE,
and FOURteen UNread BOOKS uPON my SHELF,
and FOURteen LOVES i KNEW i’d LOVED in VAIN,
and FOURteen DREAMS i’d KEPT withIN mySELF
(the FOURteen I’D most WANted TO exPLAIN.)
but FOURteen MINutes QUICKly PASSED aWAY.
i FILLED my PEN with FOURteen DROPS of INK-
the FOURteenth glass had offered one delay;
and fourteen final grains retained the brink.
this SONnet FLOWED like FOURteen FInal BREATHS-
the FOURteenth LINE, t
1.7k · Nov 2014
Breathless
She closed her eyes
The air was crisp
There was a little wind
No sound...

Except for the evening song of birds
She turned and looked into his eyes
Filling a vacuum...

They came together and kissed
Deeply without restraint
When they finally parted
She was breathless...

Her eyes slightly open
Eyes unable to leave him
He looked into her eyes with
Deep intensity....

“I love you” he whispered
“With all my heart” she cried
Closing her eyes to feel his words
A warm breeze brushing past her....

Then leaned forward as they kissed
Softly at first
Then with growing passion
Wrapping their limbs around one another....

They were grasping
Clenching
Entangling
As if drinking from his mouth....

Soft lips
Quenching a thirst
From years built up
Sliding from the wall....

In embrace
Kissing her face
Tipping her head
So he could kiss her neck...

Pulling him into herself
Wanting to hold this moment
Forever....

The valley was quiet except
For the wind
Hearing their breathing
Touching their skin....

He leaned back from her
Saw in her eyes a great
Comprehension....

As they parted
She was still breathless
In the pink glow of the fading light
He vanished in her heart
As he left her breathless in the heat of the night...

Debbie Brooks 2014
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8Nw22yn1Zk
1.7k · Sep 2014
Complexity of Feelings
The gap is widening
the look of a bottomless abyss grows
as she craves the admiration, abiding
an attention of a raging life that arose
that flows like a raging waterfall,
with every sunset of the heart
a magnified life that will not call
it's what she lived for in her art
but to no surprise,
with feelings that were so complex abreast,
that dreams that advise
was welcomed to her quixotic quest ...

Her caring hands hold her heart
as she cries,
from her man she is apart
stroking her child's hair with little lies
she is about hope and dealing
when life lets her rest is rare she tries
she's brave and stands strong and she might
but still has unfathomed wounds
she fractures easily with the words of smite
of the profound that looms ....



Debbie Brooks 2014
1.6k · Oct 2014
Dangerously Sexy
Brooke hit it off with Edric from the moment they met.

The dangerously ****, tattooed ex-SEAL and always a poet, Detective for the LAPD, remains as one of the best friends she’s ever had, the main star in her wildest fantasies.
When they met he did not see her that way. And she would have died of embarrassment if he found out she was still a ******. And he was about to stake his claim, struggling to keep his attraction to the beautiful, blond dancer a secret.
He was not good enough for her; that is what he thought. On a day when an attacker targeted Brooke, Edric’s protective instincts went into overdrive.
With the attraction between them burning like a torch flame, he would do whatever it took to protect her and tell her they were meant to be together.  
One evening, deciding to express her love for her, Edric waited outside the door, keeping watch over the woman he loved secretly. Then he saw her through the curtain, dressed in her black fur coat.
Not realizing that she was being watched, yet fantasizing about the man of her dreams, Brooke lowered her fur coat standing in front of her mirror.
Her soft ******* protruding out from her black lace bra, in her mind waiting for Edric’s hands to touch her love her, want her like she wanted him... As the coat slipped down her black lace skimpy ******* seemed so inviting. Her dreams of him were getting so vivid. She would imagine him standing over her, kneeling, as he slipped his hand under the cover, exploring her body, wanting her, making her desire so real. Seeing Brooke in her lingerie, he was awestruck by her beauty and wondered what to do next.
Hesitatingly, he moved towards the door and to his shock saw a shadow, moving slowly, stealthily, trying to pry the windows. Failing to open the window, he moved towards the door. He pulled out a bunch of keys trying out one by one. Edric’s first response was to call for backup. He called leading detective Donovan Mallow his partner. Then the shadow opened Brooke’s door and started creeping in, Edric wasting no time, Edric charged to stop him. Suddenly he heard a shot that rang out into the night. There was Brooke standing in her black lace bra and *******, holding a gun and the intruder lay dead on the floor.

“Brooke drop the gun, please Brooke drop the gun.” Brooke was shaking… “Brooke, sweetheart, drop the gun. “She looked at Edric and let the gun fall to the floor softly.  On the verge of tears, petrified out of her wits since she had never used a gun before,  and to **** a man, she shook violently. Edric walked over to her and picks her and covered her half naked body with his coat.
When Detective Donovan showed up, Edric held her close while the former checked  the body and called for the paramedics and further back up. When the police came, CIS took finger prints, investigating the crime scene.
Edric found Brooke some clothes and dressed her, escorting her to the precinct for recording of her statement. She was questioned and released.
With Edric’s story and Detective Donovan backing her up, she was released. Not wanting to disturb the crime scene, Edric escorted her to his home and put her in bed. Brooke, I need to tell you something, is what he said.
“I am listening”…Brooke was shivering after having gone through the trauma, yet attentive listening to the man that she had secretly admired. “I want you to know, I love you”.  “You love me? I love you too. I always have.” Brooke looked at Edric with an adulation emanating from her very soul.
As an instinctive response, shivering, she let her head lean on his shoulder. “Edric then please make love to me. I have yearned for you so long”.
As the sun slipped from its perch in the sky slowly, drawing well into the darkness, the shores where the waves would roll and sigh, Edric slowly undressed Brooke, one piece at a time. As he took off her blouse admiring her beautiful soft protruding ******* with each moment her ******* getting hard. Taking  off her pants and there were the black lace ******* he had seen from the window. Her firm and tight stomach and legs, she looked so delectably **** and beautiful. She was lying with a look of anticipation on her face. He enveloped her with his arms and kissed her softly, passionately. He didn’t want to scare her.
“Edric, I have to tell you.” Brooke whispered in his ear. “Later Brooke, you can tell me later.” He was so aroused and was getting so hard. “No, Edric now.. I have to tell you now.” Edric stopped and looked at her, “What is it darling?”
“Edric I am a ******. You are my first man. I have never been with another man.” Edric sat there and couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew then that he had to be gentle. A wrong step and he would scare Brooke. He held her hand and kissed it.
"I kind of suspected but am surprised. You always had a naïve gentleness and girlishness about you. You always seemed so vulnerable that I always wanted to protect. You always had affected me in a way that I couldn't explain; no other woman has ever done that to me.”

Saying that he helped her dress and holding her hand led her towards the ****** beach outside his cottage. Wrapping her in his arms, they watched the beautiful glow of the stars, eyes aglow with passion of locked hands. Edric spoke his favorite lyrics, into her mouth as he started kissing her.
What a poet was he!! Impatience getting the better of her, “Edric, please make love to me… Oh! how I want you.”
His kisses were soft but passionate; they started at her lips to the base of her neck sliding down to her *******. When they got to her stomach her breath trembled, yearning for more.
Electric shocks ran down her spine. She almost screamed. The winds gently swirled, dancing to their rhythm of their passion. A girl, morphed that sweet evening, as Edric make sweet passionate love to her and made her into a blossoming woman.
Guess, there is nothing in the world that matched the feeling of eclectic emotions that were born that night. When a tired sun finally arose as a grim reminder of the end of an ethereal night, it sighed endlessly, spreading a gentle caress across Brooke’s cheek, pledging that she was bound to Eric for eternity.

Debbie Brooks 2014 -
1.6k · Sep 2014
Green is Thine - Haiku
Color Green and mean

Emeralds Fine devine some time

Just this time - So Fine


Debbie Brooks 2014
Rules for Writing Haiku
There are no specific rules for writing haiku; however, the structure of haiku is always the same, including the following features:
Only three lines, totaling 17 syllables throughout
The first line must be only 5 syllables
The second line must be comprised of 7 syllables
The third line must be 5 syllables like the first
Punctuation and capitalization rules are up to the poet, and need not follow rigid rules used in structuring sentences
Haiku does not have to rhyme, in fact many times it does not rhyme at all
Some haiku can include the repetition of words or sounds
1.6k · Sep 2014
The Affair
You caught my eye that first day
the hand and the looks drove me wild
I tried not to look when you would smile
until the drink, the love affair...

Your hand would brush my hair away
touch my lips with a soft touch
telling me I was beautiful, lets love just this once
not being able to tell you no...

As I drank my martini, your hand touch my leg
my eyes got wide, and my heart skipped a beat
and there you were so close to my lips,
with your hands pulling me up
lets go get a room, you would say....

My new black dress felt so good,
my bond hair hung to my waist
my blue eyes shone with delight
but the room, and your look of hidden desires
and the lost of self....No, I just can't..

I want more...

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.6k · Sep 2014
Fragrance
Our fountains fragrance is better than perfume
lick orifice and love the sense and sensation of song
I began to devour our beautiful masterpiece of blooms
there is no greater drink than love that has blossomed along ...

Its the home of fantasy and desire of exotica
with each mutter of voice, I want to materialize
the delight surpasses all other tastes to be so ******
flesh to flesh, a beauty so full of discovery and naturalize ...


I adore so passionately, as anticipation arises
with every moment, my paradise is our fountain
my desire of tasting, with tender expression of revises
smooth on top....lips go moist, on our love mountain ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.6k · Oct 2014
Cherokee Justice
Cherokee Nation was ******
From their way of life
Their blades and knives
Were banned and their wives.....

Cherokee Justice I will ask
Where is the saneness to this life
So proud to live and so sad
And death welcome to those so bad ...

Took their way of life
Turned them to shirts and ties
Took their way to live
As their young still cries....

Their Mother town given by the creator
Just one drop of blood to each
Each one important as the last
Cherokee, all was taken but not the past ...

I have Cherokee in my blood
So proud to say
With the flashback of their lives
They Cant take that Away....

Debbie Brooks 2014
I am proud to say this poem won gold on ALL POETRY...
They are a proud people and I am so proud...
Native American Indian Tribute by tony sercia
Tribute to the Native American Indians,write a poem honoring them,the pain they went through,and the joy of there life.below is a list of tribes pick one and write a poem or tale you think that would honor them
1.5k · Jun 2015
She is Woman Alone!
She Is Woman
The bottomless abyss grows
As she craves the admiration and attention
of every sunrise of the soul
that shelters and protects her
love that grows~

It is about hope and healing
for the passion of life and dreams
all the adventures past and present
that connects to her very life and being~

She feels like she is brave as she stands alone
but fragile as life passes her by,
each word of smite, breaking her heart
oblivious to her surroundings that she doesnt belong~

As she hears the rustling of love,
her blood boils from thoughts in her head
as it rages through her body
her need starved to be fed ~

She is Woman alone!

Debbie
re- edited ...
1.5k · Sep 2014
Life Has Forgotten
Sitting alone in the dark,
I wonder what has happened to life
has it forgotten, or got lost with time ...

Life of pain rolls down my cheek
rolling around my eyes
but that's alright, everyone says
that's just life ...

Orange and pink fall from the sky
and I wonder why?
What could it all mean
when life could have had me?

'It tears you down
spits you out, and then
you fall by the wayside',
this is loneliness to me
with regret rolled in ...

'Failure is not an option
you have heard this said'
maybe just being thrown away
would be better, even if life
has forgotten me ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Its Been A Great Year
so many friends i have
some have come and gone
some have stayed so long
have had so much fun
cried a few tears
loved a many
my heart has rejoiced
and been broken
but have learned to move on
.........
What a great year
I kissed my sweetest honey
I wonder what I have done
to deserve such riches and gold
we embraced the warmest fires
and walked the boldest desires
until life took you and foretold ...

-------------------------

Life has been so great
love was always so blessed
what a great year
now a new one is starting
alone i must be
to walk the tallest mountain
to swim the deepest shores
because of the way you loved
only me...**

______

HAPPY BLESSED NEW YEAR TO YOU!!!



DEBBIE...
HAPPY NEW YEAR MY SWEET OLD AND NEW FRIENDS
LET THIS YEAR BE THE BEST...
1.5k · Dec 2014
Chartreuse Light
Chartreuse Light

What brilliance Yellow might you be
Maybe green contours don't you see
Bled into one another
Limestone edge of mastery.....

Echo blend and mortar
As cool as the evening light
Feel the shivering soul
Oneness with brilliance control...

Alive with Amber flow
Steep with passion
Eternal light torn in afterglow...*

Debbie Brooks...2014
1.5k · Oct 2014
Apart
"What brings us together pulls us apart"

Dripping words,
Pains of silence
Closed out, definitely alone
The past you cannot see
Crying pain....

Breath too shallow
Came from ringlets of devotion
Joined the old, with the new
Now forever gone, torn apart
Forevermore.............

Beautiful colors blowing away
Beautiful bridges that are after me
makes me turn my head once again
back to what I could have been ....

I don't want to fall apart
I don't want to cry and bleed
I just want to love you all
Please help me be myself again ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.4k · Sep 2014
Power
Broken down today
rising up tomorrow
taking control come what may
potency to borrow
degree of intensity
Strength to follow
Speed of force strong
emotional support belongs
great friends
super strength
physical power amends

Debbie Brooks 2014
My emotions broke down today
1.4k · Sep 2014
Forever...(Vignette)
i.
​As the looking glass feels the soul
strength will be revealed
in the song book of life,
as it is told true beauty fully wonders.

ii.
​Were we born in the arms of Angels
with heaven standing by
thats finds a way to the heart,
that had been bound by love forever.

iii.
Fate somehow bestowed on us
the arms of a shooting star
no one will ever love me,
that will be forever more.

iv.
The forever was willed upon this earth
pursued my way along
the corridors of heavens horizon,
in the vessel in the land of the stars.

Debbie Brooks 2014
1.4k · Oct 2014
Hurt To Behold
How many hearts will die tonight
from the hurt you threw around
don't you care for others pain,
in the darkness which cannot see ...

Our fire consumed for a while
it evaded our hearts and made us smile
now tears well up, because I just don't know
friendship is vacant for me, I cry ...

Dear old man, i heard your stories
more than once, tell me, yes tell me
why you make me cry, your lies are building
you are hate, you wrote yourself to death for a while...

Because nothing ever goes as planned
your cold hard heart that incurs the indignity
of everyone that knows, how you are letting go
your life, and love, for nothing but greed and no smile ...

Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite..
this is for those that throw friendship away
1.4k · Sep 2014
Time to Write
Dreams of Tuscany
With drawn lips
Portrayed like a silver chain
Where hearts surge to follow
Feathers from wings of night
Sits a poet with the stirring of light
Paints a pretty picture
With their words of life
That echoes through their corridors of their mind
Their hearts hold many sorrows riding low in life
Many battles have been won
With their mighty muse
Many blessings to each dear
Poet for all the obstacles
To overcome.
Sweet thoughts to each one that must write this very night....*


By: Debbie Brooks
Dedicated to all the writers out there that struggle.. Never give up!!!
1.4k · Jun 2015
Poetry to me
Poetry to me is the expression of one’s own heartbeat.
Just as its rhythmic presence fluctuates or subsides at different intervals of our lives.
Poetry is universally recognized by all.
There is an immediate touch
Melancholy
Yesterday
Tomorrow
Skulking somewhere in the deep
The voices echo
Through my head
The voices are foreign
I cant quite make out the sound
But you are here I know
Please kiss my love
I say to you
Kiss the thought I have so new
In the shadow of the dawn
There was the touch
That everyone looks toward
The light...

My twilight poetry

Debbie
“If it is a miracle any sort of evidence will answer but if it is a fact than proof is necessary.” Mark Twain
1.3k · Oct 2014
Canvas of my writing
I used to think
The world was my canvas
I would paint upon
And speak my thoughts
That I ponder on
A World of love
I would write them unto my mind

That would hear my words
So I try and try
But to no avail
Our hearts are ripped
From day to day

We paint
We write
We love
We pray
In this world of canvas

Among all the meaningless time
In the end they are all the same
All the feelings that flows through our
Veins
As we discover life of the arts
In various ways
In the world of canvas...

Debbie Brooks 2014 -
1.3k · May 2015
Taste The Moon
Taste the moon, my friend

listen it will sing at night

a generous portion of love

with dark colored  sun filled glass

causes this somber sad expression

fills this anguish of mine

to melt my tears of hate....


Let me feel the moon in my bones

behind my wounded heart of mine

a ballad, oh moon, you do sing

from the deepest part of my mind

harbors past missed opportunities

of events through my lifetime~


The moon is raining my tears at night

feeling the sadness of many a years

bounds to my very soul

to take my pain of the disturbed peace.....


The world has gone mad

my life is your equalizing song

rain moon rain, with all your might

Let me radiate in your light....


Let's taste the moon tonight...

Debbie Brooks
1.3k · Oct 2014
Mysterious Woman
In her steamy neglected darkness, a passion buried in her bottomless pit
to have what others have, with life being the paradox of the soul
he has forsaken her, and the God given right to live with the temptation
to love. She lost her soul when his words fell to earth with no name to be named.
A walk down the lonely path for one, as she wants to escape her life.
She walks under the stars pulling her veil over her head, trying to grasp hold of a vehement hunger and to give her yearning as he bashed her with words of hate, devious that she has no discerning.
With the lowest of whispers, she cried why, why, why???
She dreams of hope in this strange new world, of a promise he had made unto her, remembering the lies, the promise of love and adventure and promises of a life together when he gave her nothing but abuse..
As the hours, months and years went by, she quit trying and realized she didn't want to die.
So she ran....
Ran with fear.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all the women out there that are fearful for their lives.
1.3k · Oct 2014
A Rose For Thee
The beauty I see when I look at thee
with your solitary tear down your cheek
hypnotizes our hearts and makes us cry
as we touch the dampness as our gaze collides ...

I can see your longing in your words of poetry
of beauty you write each and every night
through moonlight midnight lingering in a trance
we hand you a rose to your distant glance ...

Facing your heaven waiting for the prize
holding your heart on your sleeve
tears of sorrow we can feel
your the beauty we see in your painted sky ...

Behold our aurora entranced we are
shimmer of energy on gentle wind
exploding radiant that you stand
peace overcomes in the gift of your dance ...

Dear Poetess's, here is a simple rose
you deserve more I hope it grows
one day someone will come in your life
a prophetic dream will make your day....

To my lovely poetess friends and to the ones that read every day..
You've got a friend

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all the lovely lady poetess's here on HELLO POETRY
I could list all your names but I don't want to forget anyone...
ERENN
RUPAL
HILDA
Keaoss
Weeping Willow
A life in Ruins, a hurt far wide
alone and alienated from the world
a fairy tale lost of all imagination
made the hurt open wide ...

Inside this life
I close my yes I live to tell
with dreams cluttered and whirled
people change I can't wait for them
TO TELL ...

I can't explain if your listening
lock up in silence a living hell
a loving hand that saved me
you step across my threshold
how could you I cry ...

The Angels sing to me like the wind.
throughout the trees, with echoes of
thundering walls, my mind is blank
of all synchronicities, I can't explain
only if your listening ....

A brave new world awaits for me
under its spell, waits for me to explore
if only I take can a leap of faith
and unmask my veil of shadows
masked by the moon, it's way to soon
PLEASE DON'T tell ...

You stepped across my threshold
one last time ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Read between the lines.. I know who will understand..
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