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Baby Starr

Look at you sitting there
With your chubby hand
Holding my heart with your laugh
Knowing where I stand

Sweet Baby Starr
I know where you are
Staring at you sleeping
Listening to your baby breath
Waiting for your laugh

Hearing the morning sounds
Under the white mounds
Praying a mother’s prayer
While stroking your golden hair

You are the reason I could fly
My baby
You are the reason I feel so alive

My Baby Starr
Look at you growing up
Asleep upon your bed
Holding your teddy bear
Felling such love and care

With your little arms around my neck
Oh Lord, forgive me I yelled
For some little mistake
That she made


My little Starr
Kissing my little one’s tear stained face
Promising to be better
With each daily light
Holding each other tight
Chasing the fireflies
In the hot humid night
So tiny
But oh so bright

She sat on the table
Swinging her little legs
Her body as released as it could be
Her thought at that time
Was telling the jokes to me
The little girl sat by her mom’s side
“Mom, when will I grow up?”
“Patience dear, it will be soon enough!”
Sweet sixteen her first schools dance

Oh where did the years go by?
“Will anyone dance with me?”
She asks me why
“Patience, my dear soon enough!”

They said you were wild
I said you were free
They said you wouldn’t listen
I said you would to me

Young girl grew into womanhood
And marriage she did go
Love came and love went
Finally one true love endured

The beautiful bride looked
Towards her mother
“Can I make a marriage work?”
“Patience, my dear, patience, soon enough”

Mom it’s Valentine’s Day
I want you here with me
I feel like a little girl
That I want to be
Will I ever be able to see you again?
In the heavenly skies

A cold autumn day, the last leaves
Falling from the trees
Tears falling like rain
“Mom when will I ever see you again?
This is Baby Starr, looking for you”

Soft upon the wind came the reply
“Patience, my Starr, soon enough!”

By: Debbie Brooks

Author and Poet Susan Joyner-Stumpf and I have collaborated on this poetry book to help raise money to help the children with cancer..
here is the following link ...
Please help the children
http://www.lulu.com/shop/deborah-brooks-langford-susan-joyner-stumpf/nothing-but-love/paperback/product-21961423.html
All Proceeds for this book, NOTHING BUT LOVE, will go to the Children of ST. JUDE CHILDREN’S RESEARCH HOSPITAL in Memphis, Tennessee. It is the goal of me and Susan Joyner-Stumpf to make sure that the heart of this book, the words of love spread between these pages, spread also to all these children in their dire needs to know that they are loved and supported by many of us out there wanting to help and do our part. May they never be forgotten. And it is our genuine wish that our book help in some small way make a life better, a heart happier, a child smile and, last but not least, may we give at least one child the hope to carry on in their journey towards health and a long, productive life.
https://www.facebook.com/stjude?pnref=story
770 · May 2015
Always My Life
The curtain descended on the show
at last the cast took a bow

There you were reaching for the stars
my heart you took in you hands that night

You reached for my hand so new
took my life into yours I knew

You told me life was a song
you kissed my breeze all day long

You were my life and love in a sweet melody
we danced into the night

One last time has come as we gather round
all those unforgotten days so lost

Fond memories brought moments of sob'
hurting my heart never to be.... I knew it the moment
again after years of disappointment

Don't go I cry, my eyes gone dry
a hint of goodbye just one more time


This crying for my love my life
I didnt mind the whirl
one last time my love we gather here..


You are and have been my perfect love....

Debbie
United in love.... .............
764 · Oct 2014
My Life As I Knew It
The time was young
To me so dear a time
Holding on to you
and my many maybe’s of tomorrows ...

A time when maybe just maybe
The abuse would stop ...

One day I knew I would escape
One day I knew the tears would stop
The hurting would turn to love
Bit by bit drowning in misery ...

He would come at night
Corner her... ...whisper death shall come to you
You speak a word
You will be no more ...

The hurt she endured
Waiting for the rescue
That never came
The sorrow of life
To follow her as the years went by ...

The sun would shine
She would run
To and fro
Looking for the love
Of long ago
That never came ...

Many years went by
Life’s destroyed
Hurts marred to the soul
Crying never ended
Hard heart seem to live free
There was no ease from the deep
Of the forgotten world
Of yesteryear's ...

Pain should have been love
Sorrow turned to laughter
But the darkness seeped in
Destroying the kisses...

The moments of tomorrows to come
Maybe one more day will not be blocked
This is my life as I knew it ...

For this is the last day of my life
As I knew it ....not any more ...

Sorrow and hurt can destroy one's soul.. Darkness can seep in.. Guard your hearts my friends.

By Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite.
This is dedicated to all that have been abused and hoping and praying for help to come
757 · Jun 2015
What's a Prose Poem?
example prose poem:

The world looks lovely in the setting darkness of time and as I gaze into the mysterious depths of my soul, I ask, Oh Lord let me linger a little time more. Whatever may be, will be, whatever I search for will be, with God's help, even with broken hearts, lots of soul searching, and heavenly intervention what will be, will be. There will be much distance to grow, sometimes we have to be prune to bloom, to grow in life. Yes I am ready to be better, a better person in the eyes of the Lord, I know I have my faults and I know I am a work in progress, for the Light shines brightly and holds our hearts in His hands... In the meantime the hurricanes of our lifes will fly on by, swirl us around and land us in a marvelous wonderful place that holds our very happiness. You see there is no easy walk to freedom, no matter which way we turn, we must work for it and many of us will have to pass through the valley shadow of death, and might not come out alive. But we still hope and pray and work to strive to be a better person. In fact, when God's light shines let it shine on us... and then we will reach the mountain tops of our desires....
The prose poem is a type of poetry characterized by its lack of line breaks. Although the prose poem resembles a short piece of prose, its allegiance to poetry can be seen in the use of rhythms, figures of speech, rhyme, internal rhyme, assonance (repetition of similar vowel sounds), consonance (repetition of similar consonant sounds), and images. Early poetry (such as the Iliad and the Odyssey, both written by Homer approximately 2,800 years ago) lacked conventional line breaks for the simple fact that these works were not written down for hundreds of years, instead being passed along (and presumably embellished) in the oral tradition. However, once poetry began to be written down, poets began to consider line breaks as another important element to the art. With the exception of slight pauses and inherent rhyme schemes, it is very hard for a listener of poetry to tell where a line actually breaks.

The length of prose poems vary, but usually range from half of a page to three or four pages (those much longer are often considered experimental prose or poetic prose). Aloysius Bertrand, who first published Gaspard de la nuit in 1842, is considered by many scholars as the father of the prose poem as a deliberate form. Despite the recognition given to Bertrand, as well as Maurice de Guerin, who wrote around 1835, the first deliberate prose poems appeared in France during the 18th Century as writers turned to prose in reaction to the strict rules of versification by the Academy.

Although dozens of French writers experimented with the prose poem in the 1700s, it was not until Baudelaire's work appeared in 1855 that the prose poem gained wide recognition. However, it was Rimbaud's book of prose poetry Illuminations, published in 1886, that would stand as his greatest work, and among the best examples of the prose poem. Additional practitioners of the prose poem (or a close relative) include Edgar Allen Poe, Max Jacob, James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, Amy Lowell, Gertrude Stein, and T.S. Eliot. Among contemporary practitioners of the prose poem are: Russell Edson, Robert Bly, Charles Simic, and Rosmarie Waldrop.
747 · Sep 2014
Deaf Ears
I walk the miles alone
a lone highway hard beneath
my feet .... step by step,
inch by inch, elapsed thoughts
with him, my love .....

With my jacket pulled tight
my thoughts running wild
tears falling so fast, with
shivering lips, remembrance
of days gone by, the torment
of love and pain ....

A picture flashes before my eyes
elegant and masterpiece are gone
with stomach turning to pain
flashes of guilt I cry, sets of cold
air, feels my soul, from mind
melting words, living within
my hurt ....

My cries to him fall on deaf ears
DEBBIE BROOKS 2014
724 · May 2015
Your Name Was My Love
My delicate pen has a mind of its own
your name pops up as if it belongs
each single letter entices my heart
as I scribbled it,  thousand of times, it cannot part~

My paper got crumpled dropped up and down
thrown on the wall and fallen to the floor
your name followed me where ever I would go
your name was my love I wouldn't let you know~

I could feel your breath needing down my spine
your lips running along my jaw... making me sweat is all I know
I crave the feelings that follow me ....I knew you were mine
when you would fall off my fingertips into my brow...

Your **** eyes would tell me you want me now
but i was afraid to lick the sin from your lips... ohhh I would sigh
no matter how many times I pray to my God
your my tempation, I could never refuse~Oh My Oh My....

Your name was my only love, you kept coming up in my life
never followed the rules I knew, your a law I wanted to break
your my very sin, please come and help me give in
my muse is very much in love~with every single letter ....strife....

Your Name Was My Love...I dont want to win....
Please help me....I have to give in...

Debbie
720 · Oct 2014
Midnight fall of the Wall
Evolved under the harvest wall
dressed in clothes before they disintegrate as they fall
with bullets and tears so deep nothing left to control
students on the midnight fall of the law.....

We are the Students, ... .behind this midnight wall
such bitterness comes from one and from all
what have we here is pleading from Peter and Paul
As they wrote their Poems no less as they saw...

Splashed into this world
the wall will not get them down
the wall will not ring or bring as they are bound
this train will not stop for the lying man they swear....

We don't need no education... just rock and roll
We don't need no more thought control
We are the boys on the wall
not bowing down as the curtain falls ..oh yes, let us have a ball.....

Teachers, Leave those kids alone
hey people bring those students... where they belong
all and in all, you can get them on the phone
Oh yes, there is another brick in the wall.... Please, Let it be known...

Debbie Brooks...2014
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4oGfVUB83I
I love Pink Floyd but this is a hard song to write from..
Okay I tried.. Blessings.. it was fun trying
717 · Oct 2014
Hello New Friend
Hello new Friend
thats what you are
so nice to see you again
I must admit I have searched
high and low...

Must be you are so nice
must be so wise
you share my words
with others time after time ...

So I say smile and smile
for a long long mile
thank you for being a blessings
in my life..


In a  thousands times of sand
holding hearts sublime
letting me know you are
just fine...

Blessings to you dear Gautham

Debbie Brooks
http://hellopoetry.com/Gautham-kandula/poems/popular/
dedicated to Gautham-Kandula.. for being the best... He shared my book event everywhere.. I thank you so much for being so nice..
712 · Sep 2014
Two Hugs Are One
The shuddering of bodies, with waterfalls from thee
will bring us one,  fluttering like petals on the wind
can you see what may, with many a hugs that two make one ...

Looking deep within, two smiles to be
two hugs are one, as we drift away
this sleep of dreams grow where love we have
you and me makes one, I'll continue to dream,
until reality sets in ...

Someone so charming and far thee away
smiles from both, blows this way
blowing leaves in a tree, and whispering I love you
so simply and beautifully done ...

The hand I do take, with my heart you do see
one of the same soul, like a fairies lullaby
a kiss from both and shaking of knees
with petals of roses, down with me you lay ...

So our shuddering of bodies, I do take
the longing for kisses, you do make
our shaking of knees, oh for goodness sake
we are two hugs that are one, a love to keep me awake ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
689 · Oct 2014
Walking With Vincent
Walking through your minds eye
your strokes are a mighty flush
holding our hearten thoughts
to blend with yours
as we go by....
Vincent, your mighty brain
sees the world as no one can
brilliance was the day
you decided
to paint....
Your strokes glamour the poor
the trees and leaves devour once more
walking through time makes one see, how mighty
may your system thus carry on and be, in your task at hand
that we may understand, walking through your paintings once
in your mind's eye..sealed shut in a great life changed our lives forever...
Drawing your curtain for all to see
your love of stillness returned
hushed as the forest
as a strange cry
as we walk
willingly
Vincent.....
Paint from the grave side
paint from the moors
hold our hearts
so lovingly
Vincent
Van
Gogh....
Debbie Brooks 2014
http://www.vangoghgallery.com/painting/
688 · Sep 2014
Wisdom of Wit
Feet are twisted boughs of night
singing books of tremulous joy
man talks in chosen words
pray for wellbeing in final days,
strive to understand secret desire
becoming old in our cages
minds are clipped inside like hair
a niche of flesh without blood
forget out songs of long lost days ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014

I am attempting at Brevity.. please bare with me.. thanks
Brevity is the Soul of Wit The proverb 'brevity is the soul of wit' means that articulate and intelligent communication (speech and writing) should use few and wisely chosen words. It is associated with the play 'Hamlet,' by William Shakespeare.

In Shakespeare's day, 'wit' principally referred to intelligence, and the essence or soul of being intelligent is to convey your thoughts as briefly and efficiently as possible. Here is the context of the line:

LORD POLONIUS
This business is well ended.
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go.
(The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 2, scene 2.)

It should also be noted that this phrase is very ironic in the context of the play, as Polonius is anything but brief in his long speeches.
680 · Oct 2014
Love Dreams Hurt
It was one year to the day
He looked at her
Through eyes of love
The smell of her, like roses
Cries a dream that was once stolen
No matter what.....

Slipping slippery off his lips
No matter what
Took her by surprise
As the taste was sour
Dead and gone
Wishing did not make it go away
One Last time.....

Tears were coming fast
The chilled roses turned to dust
Along with love
That was supposed to last ...

With no taste at all
Dreams are ruined
Time is bad
Couldn’t taste her lovingness
Her love....

Build more with her in a year
Than in a life time
He said...

You are my one and only
Once in a while....

Debbie Brooks 2014
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soDZBW-1P04
679 · Sep 2014
Collective Power
A face of the turbulent Storm of the forest

Mysterious, emotional paradox

Unmovable sentry, as the face has power

Magnificent Leaf of destruction

Unrestrained, collective power, arrogant

Is the face, in the leaf,  in the secret hollow


Isolation pulls the soul to ancient dreams

Of faces of the branded child

With eyes wide open in silence

Talons of the sacred leaf

Of the face that pulls souls

To their doom in the morrow


Escaping the dimensions and hollows

Treacherous motes and rescue no

Where loneliness guides them  to shadowed forests

Where legends fall as he waits in the face in the leaf

In the howling winds in the talisman majesty

Where eagles soar, in the forest in the leaf

In its collective power...



Debbie Brooks 2014
In the drawing room she sat waiting her fate.
Delilah knew he was going to **** her. He was ranting and raving, his face so red and the look in his eye. This is the last straw he was saying; this is the last day for you today.
She took her last breath as she watched him take her away. Was it a million years ago that their love was so new? The hopes and dreams were gone never to return.
The distance of him and her
There’s only one thing to do
Is to try and lure
Someone has to change the lock
What question will be asked?
Here they are on the dock
And there he is passing in the night
While a fitful wind has blown in
From the sea and it is such a fright.
The blood that has been drawn
Leaves her crying you see
Folding herself into a miserable groan
While the violets die in her hand
Don’t die! Don’t die! Don’t die!
She keeps whimpering as they fall to the land
He did not love her anymore
The pain was too great, she knew
He had the key to her heart and he had her lured
But now the pain was too swift.
Fairy tales all these years
How long does it take to lift?
Truly her subdued body tonight
What happens to her now?
When she starts feeling cold?
And she never manages to light the fire
Within all could be too old;
Is this what she truly believes?
From a dozen stab wounds
And thrown into the river like leaves
One more second to think
Through the intensity of
Her last thoughts;
Dear God what has he done?
So please my dear, she prays
Wipe the blood from her chin
Will you this day?

She sank deeper and deeper into the water off the bridge she had fallen. Eyes closing and losing the light knowing this was her last night.


©Copyright 2012 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD
Here is an oldie for me.. I wrote this couple years ago..
666 · Oct 2014
Souls Divine
Life
Dignity of love
Heart and Souls
Another chance so divine....

The Sparkle in your soul
Kiss from the heart
Warmth of your skin’
Breath from sensual lips....

The quiver from within
The touch of your warmth
Smell of the essence
Kindness of your face.....

Strength of your stare
Your lips make mine divine
Your body next to mine
Stroke from your touch....

That feeling inside
You make me feel so define
Sound of your Heart
Power in your face so fine....

Calmness from your presence
Beating of our lives
Promise of tomorrows
To never part....

The beauty of your knowing
Magic of our days
Reasons of Heart and Soul
Love so very Much...

Our souls divine....

Debbie Brooks 2014
He inundated me with an ocean of kisses
reflecting all back in the middle
mmmmm kisses stretching into my desires
with waves of kisses elevated by our LUSTFUL touches. ..
Kisses are my sanity
kisses from you make me melt
into your waiting arms
give me your kisses.

every moment she gave me
just a kiss away
each new yearning and pleasure
swimming in her eyes, dancing upon her tender lips
begging to be adored
her kisses are my reckless abandon
such tender mercies of sanity and calm combined
if this is madness, let me lose my mind
pray, kiss me crazy...if you're so inclined


Kisses painted silver and gold from your mouth to mine
kissing in the hues of ecstasy elevated
melting into our canvas in the heat of May
framed by your special kisses in the dark depth of my soul
captured forever in the bristles of our lust*


kissing casual and flirtatious
kissing sensual and salacious
kiss my soul with your fondest wishes
kiss you where you're most delicious
lover, shall i linger there?
kiss your treasures with loving lips and tongue
drink down your nectar when you come undone
and revel and slather in the love we have spun
a real honor and a sheer pleasure
to collaborate with the very talented and gifted
Wolf spirit aka quinfinn
thank you! I had so much fun writing this with you...
650 · Oct 2014
Anticipation
There you are
I have been waiting
anticipation
is great...

This is the moment
you are my matching passion...

Time slides away
faint to our echo
not hearing YOUR soul
distress of searching
brings loneliness and despair...

But with you
Time slips for one...

Not one love
can compare
what I have dreamed
my imagination runs
docile
with a sea of pointless
quest
you arrived in my life....

Desire persisting
the looks of you
I want a man
that makes me feel
like a woman
and I will make you feel
like a man..

There you are
waiting, waiting for me
in my dreams ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
I am waiting for you in my dreams
644 · Sep 2014
My Twilight Poetry
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

My poetry speaks

It says 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


“If it is a miracle any sort of evidence will answer but if it is a fact than proof is necessary.” Mark Twain



Debbie Brooks 2014
dedicated to my friend  Rupal
http://hellopoetry.com/dreamer/
642 · May 2015
Deep In My Mind
Here it is a little after dusk
deep in thought and I must
tell you what I feel~

You see my heart breaks this frightening day
I swallow the misery that lumps my throat
looking for a memory or two
waiting oh waiting~just for you~
looking at my sadness
inside out
fighting one so near so far
fireflies blooming in the twilight so near~
kissing the other so playful dear
glass of wine my tears do fall
choking my heart in misery it seems
sadness, madness, flows to my human nature
blue eyes streaming silver and gold
there is no one to blame
but me it seems
my thoughts are scambled
so many come in the twilights
yes, nights without you are so hard
gripped by desperation I guard
that leave me to my dreams so real
the only hopes I have to tell
sitting at the window straining to see
the bright lights that used to fall
around you and me~
darkness deepens so many more
leaves me to dream my memories
enveloping  like a plague and so many for sure
is what's left of your heart tonight?
attempting to douse my inner life
a turbulent storm rises from the east
trigger unknown so mighty deep
the wind starts to swirl around the trees
bringing my life all around me
the window is is my protection as I strain to look'
maybe oh maybe, you are looking at what you took
my heart was there for you to have
branding me that cuts my heart
and pesters my spirit so deep~
I will never belong to your faithful few
you will be always gone to me
your hurtful words I hear, I cry
deep in my mind you'll always be
Reaching into my deepest heart this night
you are deep in my mind
oh my love, I am fearful and full of fright.

Debbie
640 · Nov 2014
Beauty of the Beast
In Arctic stillness, where the whiteness becomes as the sore
a deep call of redemption, her pack alerted to the wind
caution reflect not fear, somewhere a wolf is near
a ravine down below, detects movement a little slow ...

Crunching way down deep, somewhere a wolf comes face to face
with humanity on hunting and little knowledge
survival is the norm, by a bullet and a deadly whim
wilderness is his blood, mankind to such atrocity ...

But bent, it seems, is humanity, on hunting in scared boundary
leaving destruction in their paths, the wolf forgotten again
with mortal animosity, brings sadness that emits a warning
a she wolf brings her flight, the while wolf brings much fright...

Frozen tumble waiting to sink, watches the wolf as her voice will be heard nature adorns her various fur, leaves try to break the incurable fall off in the distance, sings an owl, a turtle lay basking on a pebble bask slowly the wolf sprints over the mask, before swopping to catch the ill fate of the hawk....

So beautiful is the wolf, as she sleeks to and fro
catching the rays of the sun and the darkness of the night'
dusk settles, the horizon becomes orange
as the beauty of the wolf, fades fast to the midnight hues....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Wolfs are being killed by the thousands.. they are such a beautiful animal please lets help save the wolves.
http://www.defenders.org
637 · Oct 2014
Shades of my Red Rainbow
I sit alone by my red rainbow
taunted by my own feelings so strong
surrogate of my own fate that is so empty
translucent of my colors of red...

Black and white shadows of grey makes me drown in my waterfall
as my dream unfolds it is misplaced and forgotten
the colors of our passion that has the taste of salt
and the rain on my lips I know and the loneliness of my fear...

I try to stay within the lines as it fades into the twilight
of memories not too distant of love in the darkness shadows of night ...

As my warrior heart sparked to life can it withstand any war and lose
a holy ground that bleeds can never be just a whisper of a lustful embrace
painted scarlet red...

as I struggle and I breath...

The more I give my soul with the casting under tone
the words form to paint rays that stimulates my hidden calm
of the evening sun..

With each stroke of his hand leading into temptation
it transforms the blank canvas to red tones with blood coursing
to a maroon color of dawn to give new life, never to rest
That turns our golden love in this outbound heart that breaks ...
Into shades of my red rainbow...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
637 · Jun 2015
Darkness
Darkness begins as soon as you leave me
My soul rejects me because your not with me
But when I think of you my heart comes alive
Telling me how unigue you are with that angelic smile
And those lips that taste so sweet and feel so soft
If we both were ever alone together
I hope you would surrender all to me
We would make passionate and impulsive love
You have imprisoned my heart forever.

Paul

As Darkness followed my heart, tears held my soul
I felt a pull within your walls, making me want to be alive again
you brought the magic back in my life,
as you kissed me into the night
held me through all the pain, dried my tears,
and made me one with you
You became gold in my sweaty palms,
I felt you breath, and your manly smell
as the intense of your manly calls,
I am foolish mercenary in your fortress
rivaling the greed of a thousand thieves
yes my darling make me yours ...

Debbie
© Deborah Brooks Langford, 2 months ago
thank you Collabration with Paul Brown
Collabration with Paul Brown
636 · Sep 2014
Walking Along The Vine
So many walk along the skinny vines
scared to look down among the rolling seas of want
are the lives of so many that created their dreams
that was buried inside this body of mine...

We have this shelter above our heads
from auto pilot to cruise control we speed along
being stuck in the rat race from nine to five
exchanging time for money of a life that is dead...

In all moments of silence come the breaking news
I let you see the authentic me, the release of my destiny
lifting me to higher vibration, is my poetic contemplation
In this very moment , I am free....

The sweetness of your smile, your look of love covers me
it makes me walk a mile, and the more time we spend talking
the more I start to feel your warmth, our intimate moments
last all night, as I sleepwalk through your dreams....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Insert from the new children's book "SWEET SERENITY"
"COMING SOON"


Sometimes in the night her frozen voice would crack
In the tight mountain hedge, she could hear the horse’s hooves
just knowing the princess was coming to snack
a sad tale unwinding , that so many could meet....

A spell wonder to a nonchalant breeze,
stood the princess wanting to succeed
a beautiful hidden disaster, the dragon was to come
fragments of her shattered life once more will become ...

Prism wonder frozen to the core
ice castles hidden from many an eyes sore
stood the dragon in all his beauty just waiting to succeed
in walked the princess not knowing the deed ...

Here my pretty eat the HONEY tonight
tomorrow you will be happy as a lark
disappearing towers ancient and tall
would swallow the princess once and for all ...

Reckless deeds neglect and hate
looking in the mirror to find her fate
Asleep falls the princess so sweet
as laughter and the Beie, our sweet honeybees
cry and plan to escape ...

Continue, as she would fly down the dragon’s path
to her surprise meeting the prince's wrath
one little kiss melted the arctic thaw
the princess was awake and a little raw......
By Debbie Brooks 2014 Copyright
an insert from my new children's book "Sweet Serenity"
626 · Sep 2014
Unknown Taste
Lose my lips in unknown taste
let me sip the nectar of your mind
climb the corridors of no return
as paradise seems to fade away....

The once old fashioned heart I knew
fell by the way side many a days ago
where Angels forfeit their immortality
to feel what us humans throw away....

The taste that was once so sweet
filled the soul of of blossom seed
cherished the giver of her needs
ohh dear darling, bring it on till it bleeds....

Debbie Brooks 2014
625 · Sep 2014
Sweet Serenity
The birds break into song
as they see sweet Serenity
ride on by
the morning mist dances
the sky swift changes to bright light
as sweet Serenity dances into the day
Eluding memories of summers splash
water temperatures just perfect
Little Serenity tiptoes in
as she sings her song ...

"Red leaves fallen upon the dock
and the birds fly by, the butterflies
with striking colors, touches my nose
and makes me cry."

Little Sweet Serenity riding shyly
on her little bicycle
sweet as pie, loves to eat blackberries
on the hill by the railroad track
until the train came racing by ...

As the twilight begins
the folic in the air
little sweet Serenity
has a tummy ache
to many blackberries
to many songs
sends little Serenity
to say good night
until tomorrows new light ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
This is my insert from my young teen book I am working on....
625 · Sep 2014
You and Me on the Rug
A black silhouette forms around me
holding me fast as you arrive
The fire is blazing in the background'
glasses of wine for two tonight....

Dinner and candles as kisses blow
As we cross each others paths
Holding our love till it cherishes
We give our hearts to the other.....

You and Me on the rug....

You walk up to me and stretch your hand
May I have this dance?
Your lips nuzzle me, little kisses oh so nice
Excited to see what come what may...

We talk into the night
You bring my emotion of the life I had lived
From the vibrations of our lips
We soak in each others love...

You and me on the Rug
In front of the fire
Holding me fast
Telling me of undying love..

You and me on the Rug...

Debbie Brooks 2014 -
Would you kneel on a table to kiss the one you loved? -
625 · Oct 2014
Because
Because

I love you, love you..
Because you were mine
You ask me why?
Many reasons, I replied
Feeling over whelmed
Savoring your touch one more time
There won't be any tomorrows
Without you wouldn't be the same
And I don't want to be afraid...

She lifted her chin and walked back to the love seat
Back to her feelings
To many tears
Indecision on her face.
Looking over her shoulder
She whispered with a crack in her voice..
"Do what you got to do."
Just know,
I will always love you."
Because...


Debbie Brooks 2014
617 · Sep 2014
Cherished Life
Composed with the fragrance of timeless love
cherished life is hard to find, but love will find a way
eternity will become....

Pleading for inner life, hopes and dreams may be dashed
bless you for wanting me....just like I am..

All these imperfections, all these tears
where life has harmed my soul
for the warmth of your heart
beating next to mine..

The consequence of time is an endearment
the moment you enter my mind
love seems so real, all I have to do is reach out
and touch, the entity of our souls...

Cherished life, cherished love is what we are...

Debbie Brooks
615 · Sep 2014
Entrusted My Heart
You who has shown me everything
in every way,
by blessing me with such love,
bestows me with knowledge of you
my love ...

My benevolent heart, and your gentle smile
makes me cry with joy, in our crowning city
that will spark the nocturnal flame.

You stand firm against my heart
what is cherished on this earth.
My eyes speak tongues like Saints
in accents of sweet
passion ...

Bit by bit my passion
your presence becomes a stairway
embodied by your image
that sealed my sacred adoration
within the true inspiring love ...

My time on earth will be bound with heaven
and its industry supreme wisdom
and power, the pleasing light
that passes through the portal of my soul
that brightens with your proud
towers of love ...
As I untrusted my heart to you...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Your words pulverized me again and again
I saw each little arrow
that lead me in circles
back to your doorstep,
wanting to reach out, touch you
but was afraid you weren’t there,
Did you understand the love we shared
Deeper than the depth of the Pacific,
but the schism of the abyss deepened,
like a cracking Mariana, imploding unto itself,
as I play each scene through my mind
what did I do to make you turn away
I wonder…
it was hard to say
good bye…,

My angel, it has been long, since I saw you
yet whatever little moments that we spent
were blessed pearls in shining oysters,
worn around our hearts
I aver it still hurts to know
you are still there somewhere
How I miss…
the endless, senseless talks
wishing for more of those precious moments,
but life, does it value treasured seconds?
I wonder…
then why is it that
I miss the most…us?


I hope to awaken when the sun comes up
and rubbing my eye, I see the dream crash
see you standing before me
as if you had never left my side.

The parallel worlds.
My princess, just peep out of the castle window
Do you see that glorious steed?
A knight atop, in his shining armour
Perhaps not…
Since with changed time’s dimensions
I stand on the tor while your castle is in the vale,


Each looking at the other as a mist
Yet still there, where we were…
Nothing has changed, yet there is no constant
The eye of the storm has changed the breeze
The sailboats changing tack, yet on the same course
All a matter of perception…*

Look out of your dream and you shall find
Us, standing on the same shore that we last left,
The travels and travails seem to keep us adrift
Bobbing up and down, times tides
Synchronous, dancing to the beat of the waves…


Debbie Brooks.
Dee
Thank you Dee.. its an honor to collaborate with you
Do not be afraid
She heard him say
“I am here to hold you dear”
Her stillness became acquiescence to her still
It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say
But her heart knows the better
The disgrace was still the footnote.
The night wind made a faint whisper
Telling her over and over
The time has come and gone
Forget the pain of evermore.
Dancing took her to a time
Her feet would fly and fly
Sweeping steps of every beat
To see those days that would go by;
Just to remember his words so dear
To clear her mind of pain
The slightest motion of his hand
To kiss the smiles she must be;
The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air
Klung, klung, klung of the wood
Reminding her he was there.
She remembers his words.
As the faint breeze lifted her veil
But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago;
With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote
The songs were sung to her heart
Etched forever more this day
With colored hair ribbons all so new
Ponytails askew;
He took her hand to strange places that were so few
On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss
She remembers the words he spoke
The bell tolled once and then twice she heard
Sound exploded and glass flew.
As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly,
The pain of it all so gone
Just to remember the words he spoke;
The farther and farther he tolled
The longer and longer she was gone
So now the years have passed
The pain is as she remembers
And the WORDS HE SPOKE
Was so light
That it still tore her heart.

AS SHE REMEMBER HIS WORDS THIS NIGHT.

BY: POETESS Debbie Brooks
Free verse is a literary device that can be defined as poetry that is free from limitations of regular meter or rhythm and does not rhyme with fixed forms. Such poems are without rhythms and rhyme schemes; do not follow regular rhyme scheme rules and still provide artistic expression.
598 · Oct 2014
Withered Silver
What a loom of withered silver

As it spoons its satins lairs

As the tears weeps lonely tears

Drops of love gone down the glare ...


The heartless door to no return

Screaming at the cursed door

as you walked one last time

Telling me you're never come home ...


The withered silver lies on the floor

Holding my heart one last time

Tulips blooms seems to taunt me

Love dies... as I cry the death of tears.....


What luring pride of caustic nature

The kiss came like a whiplash like no other

That tore my throat in yellow sunlight

That carried him away one last time ...


As the grieving process began

As I lay among the field

In the withered silver snow

You never came back again....



By: Debbie Brooks 2014
How Love blooms and then is swept away as you lay down to die.
You unlocked my heart and invited me in
You whispered so slightly
That tickled my ear
'A little spark kindles a great fire within'
Once you got the blaze going
Deep in my soul
That tickled down to my toes
Delve into all my being,
This night I realized
You are my hint of sherry
My cup of loneliness
With lots of steadying breaths of regrets
My hand reached towards heaven
Waiting for the spark I will receive ....
___________________________________________
*The spark that kindles the fire in you
Was lit by the gust of wind
That kissed your soul sighing
Igniting the embers that were dying
You failed to see or feel…
The flame of eternal love
Was what the heavens threw
Fusing your nights into mine,
As my fingers reached to grab your sadness
The knuckles and digits entwined,
The sherry, your cup of loneliness,
I took away…
Spilling each blood’s droplet of mine
I was there each dawn,
When you woke seeking a brightened morn,
You missed what that little leaf saw
Laughed over…smiled
That drop of dew glistened in my presence
In that little droplet of rain that formed the rainbow
I arched over you, protecting you so tall!!
596 · May 2016
My Silver tongued darling
My Silver tongued darling
He approached me at the park in the dark
Sitting on a bench watching lovers
A smile and his eyes screamed at me
A sliver streak through his hair
I smiled as he sat next to me
His hand touched my knee
A silver ring on his little finger
We said not a word just a silent stare
Message received we walked away
My skirt fluttered in the breeze
Silver shoes upon my feet
My place close at hand
Inside the door a kiss that lasted all night long~

Always wanted to be a poetess
With a skip and a jump into
A silver tongue darling, that he is...
589 · Oct 2014
Mermaid Love Battle Cry
They saw her form so raw
Heart beats wildly one more time
Oneness is the form
Passion was their battle cry ...

Love was their steadfast armor
Cradle each other in their thoughts
When they saw the other
Inviting the other in their dreams ...

Now,all the aches of dripping words
Cry for the other in this world
With loving arms she did come
Before the waking moment was done ...

When they breathe each other so true
Their sleepy eyes lock once more
Their one power that makes them weep
Passion arises one more time...

This was their Battle cry...

by Debbie Brooks 2014
By: Debbie Brooks
And Dee

So golden like with rays of golden mist
As a pair of loving birds seem entwined
With visions of beauty adorning eyelashes
He is the only one I see …

With eyes lock in the flame
I transform, morph in his love
With every moment that runs by,
My face blushing hotter as he stares …

His making love to me with his eyes
As I melt into his being, I exhale a heaving sigh…
As he touches my face and travels low
With the lowest of whispers, I murmur now please …

With a rush of electric ripples running through
From head to toe, as he peers deeper in my soul,
There is gentleness as he brushes my face with his,
As his passionate kiss, flows through my release …

______________
*With you standing so close to me
Aromas of your presence wafting with the breeze
Is it possible for a mere human like I
To restrain, pause and wonder why

Even Gods, in your presence
Would forego their piety and prescience
Your love, I catch with the tip of my tongue
That escapes your parted lips with a deep sigh

My eyes firing a staccato of cupid’s arrows
You standing in all your bare glory
The first touch is heaven’s ecstasy
The second, a desire for symmetry

As in fantasized temple’s libations
We climb mountainous manifestations
In a dancing and pirouetting flamenco
Reaching a rhythmic crescendo…

libations is the flow of liquid...as an offering in a temple
La poesía de mi vida
las palabras en
los labios de mi corazón el suyo no sólo reflexiones de
uno al otro en los espejos de ayer...
Nuestros dos mundos oscuros habían chocado
lanzando estrellas brillantes a los mares
de iluminar un torturado luz para los demás
para ver
en el centro de las estrellas
nuestra existencia lleva los besos a mi pecho
nuestros sueños trae risas en nuestra cama.
Nuestros años llorando
las lágrimas
de tantos temores...


Weeping My Years


The poetry of my life
words scratched into my heart
lips of yours not merely reflections
of one another in the mirrors of yesterday...
Our two dark worlds had collided
throwing bright stars to the seas
lighting a tortured light
for others to see
****** in the center of stars
our existence brings the kisses to my breast
our dreams brings laughter in our bed.
Weeping our years
the tears
so many fears...


Debbie Brooks 2014
To all who weep Poetry
582 · Jul 2015
Lovers In The Mirror
Lovers in the Mirror
She does her best not to be bad'
wishes she could remember why
until he finds her in the mirror
that speaks to her mind...

Her body is aching
for the love in the mirror
two in one, lovers past by
two of a kind......

Just one kiss
and his famous embrace
that gets her started
this wondrous night...

The night has come that she has waited
to prepare for her lover in the mirror...

******* slowly, waiting for his touch
anticipation breaks the norm...

The music would be soft and low
never ending sound on the shore
as his hands finds her body and explores
as moans comes from passion...

When he held her and their lips met
a breathless longing for the other
tonight would be such a delight
with all those fleshly, raw sensations...

How they would kiss the other
Loving traces of their mark
Glowing all through the night
Waiting for the the others spark...

The mirror showed so much
her nakedness so raw
hearts crying for the other
she stood in the breeze
of the mirror for him to see...

She could not back down now
she waited so long for this
the mirror and her lover
her flesh could not settle just for his kiss...

Ah yes, the kisses were so frantic
that put their burning thoughts to a whirl
the passion from his hands did bring screams
put her willingly in deep sensations....

A portion of her lovers ******
demanding her attention
she should share it all the way
through the course, he must have her first
As he took her first gently
and then with a urgency of a beauty...

They are lovers in mirror her satisfaction a plus
he taunted and teased her passion
as she dreamed and moaned for more
for the love that was in the mirror....

Debbie
I will write a poem but my heart hurts so much right now. It seems life is not very fair at this moment.
I know bad things happen all the time and it’s how we react to it that shows what kind of person we are. But right now I feel like a weak person.
Things that are important to me might not be important to anyone else, I realize that. But right now they are very important to me. I pray tomorrow it will not matter so much.
I know we get lonely and lose loved ones and make bad choices that we are sorry for later. I know we have a God that loves us no matter what.
I just want to feel better and writing always helps me to do just that and I am going to try and write a poem that says how I feel.
The day started like all the rest
It took me by surprise
It’s apparent
It’s obvious
When life tears me down
Fear fills my heart
All I ask
Please hold me in your arms
The nights of endless pain
Suffering that I can no longer stand
Just help me through the fright
Hold my hand through the rain
Teach me how to face the world
Shelter me against the storms
Help me hold my head up high
In the scary night
As I sit on the side of the bed
Waking up with a fright
As the storms of my life
Grabs my being
As I say goodbye
In the blink of the eye
I chase away a tear
As life continues on
Even if it kills me
I might not write
Very well
I might not be the smartest
And I might not go very far in life
This I do know
But as life continues on
Slowly oh slowly we die.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
575 · Oct 2014
In my Vision
You’re my tortured skin begging to feel your touch
Your words kiss me on my lips, your description
Fascinates me, with mouths wide open you hold me
In my vision….

You tell me I am your temptress of emotions, as you outline
My face with your fingertips, you touch me with a hunger
That burns, as my hand glide across your chest.. my face
rubs your manly hair, as my vision of you makes me smile…

With every step you make me in an ****** vision tunneled
I swallowed your intoxicate silhouette, as sweat drips
From my eyelashes, my lips tremble, as you approach me
I am open in the vibration of the vision …

Our bodies molten by the hot liquid of our lava, we gyrates
In our convulsion of each other, I see you turn In my direction
My pulse races at a faster impulsion, you stand there, soaking in my sight
I don’t want to walk away from this vision ….

Debbie Brooks 2014
571 · Sep 2014
He Called Her Baby
It must have been the stars
must have been the night
must have been the kisses
that struck her right ...

The tingles from her head
down to her toes...the first talk
butterflies churning, palms wet
breath hot, seeking forth ...

Running into his arms
never letting go, seeking passion
in their steamy room with deep
sounding voice, he touches her lips ....

Whispers in her ears, excitement comes
again ... rush of electric rushes through
their beings, she leans into him, lust
has arrived he peers deep into her eyes ...

Come to me my love, let this be the night
let it release and let me call you mine
he brushes the side of her face
As He calls her baby ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
570 · Jan 2015
Will You Wait For Eternity?
Yet close and real
we found our hearts
forever tied and yet so close
our dreams that love
that finds our life so far apart
will you wait for me?

We let our eyes close to tight
among our *******, we find the light
we feel our hopes with the lightest touch
If the best of all would go astray
till the day our souls would stray
with dreams so deep to give away
would you wait for eternity?

With words so serene that holds us deep
stars in our eyes that follow abroad
to places far, among the stars
and many more, that dreams
can't seem to meet,
Darling, will you still wait for me?*

Debbie Brooks 2014
567 · Nov 2016
Let Me Tell You
Let me tell you what I remember
hot stormy nights in my south land
running barefoot through the field
hearing mom call us out the back door
momma cooking fried chicken
drinking sweet ice tea..

Trying to be quiet not seen
with tears of desperation just staying alive
dreaming of kisses from the boy next door.
Listening to the beatles on my transistor radio
and Johnny Be Good and so many others
waiting for Daddy to come back from the war...

Trying to find clothes to fit me
from the clothes the church laid at our doorstep
being poor as a church mouse
eating grits for breakfast the third week in a row
finding my two little sisters in the cubbard eating dried jello
out of the box to fill their hungry souls....

Dreading going to my uncles, he was such a pervert
wishing my daddy would come home and beat his ***
believing no one would believe us, we hid our hurt and shame
crying to God or anyone that would listen
love was never very fitting in those days......

Growing up to be people with problems rising as tall as the celing
just wanting to hide and float away..
Christmas would come with nothing under the tree
or maybe a pair of socks and we would cry with joy
mom would make us a cake for one birthday
with money she made from the blood of her hands
with eight kids we looked like we were starving
so many of us had hollow looks as we could not stand...

Yes life came and it went.. some died and ran to find peace
it took a lifetime of wants to find the way at least
with millions of tears that fled down the hillside of time
we all take what we can get but finally learn to give
with little laughter in between...

Learned to live with butterflies and hearts
with little ones like us gives us a another start.
Life turns us around one day at a time
then one day you look in the mirror and cry'
what in the hell happend I use to be young
now I look like the northern sun
with wrinkles and weathered with time
hair so white, maybe just maybe I pray
it's the wrong time...

One day I will be gone from this world
God has promised a life with him
in gold and jewels of heavenly sent.
I have been blessed these many years.
but It sure will be nice to be in glory with Him..

Debbie..@ 2016
561 · Oct 2014
World of Colored Lights
The smell of sawdust
Tell me what do you see
Is it little O me??

The mixture of emotions
that lay endlessly
hides my sorrows
tremendously

The constant noise
makes me wonder where
my soul might be, where the roots
where Angels do lay

In the northern side of life
with the sweet tears that die
stirring the rays of light
from midnight sun that cast
with the purest blood of divine love ...

Where the colored lights
shine so bright, even the smell
of sawdust, brings the nights
too days of purest height  ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
557 · Sep 2014
My Dark Shadow Night
Unsettling as it may be
as dark as dark reaches
a dark shadow looks for me
that left me bleeding into the night
because of my heart I will close for fear
as i know its following me, with extra care
I've always known the darkness was there
never wanted things to be so solemn
as this unsettling dark shadow faces
me, this has started the end
no dark shadow, you cannot
be my friend ...

Until the knife started cutting
the darkness around my heart
as my blooded mess covers the floor
there is no room left to cover, no room
to be my friend, as unsettling as it can be
the darkness looms way over me, for fear the light
might shine in, although you have started at the end
the laughter cannot be heard, only moaning of haunts
come to talk to me, my thoughts of this unsettling
night, that wants me to join in and knowing
tomorrow is through the nights dark door
as images circle my head, tells me
it is beginning to glow, as the
darkness looms unsettling
dark shadow night ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Walking Along The Vine
So many walk along the skinny vines
scared to look down among the rolling seas of want
are the lives of so many that created their dreams
that was buried inside this body of mine..*

with trepidation on this tightwire act
no safety net lies below
and where the heart goes the body follows
trusting kindred souls to catch us when we fall

We have this shelter above our heads
from auto pilot to cruise control we speed along
being stuck in the rat race from nine to five
exchanging time for money of a life that is dead...


surrounded by a violently swirling
and turbulent , tempestuous world
trying to find peace and dignity
in a passionless and brutal place
we have only ourselves to run this race

In all moments of silence come the breaking news
I let you see the authentic me, the release of my destiny
lifting me to higher vibration, is my poetic contemplation
In this very moment ,We are free....


free to be, or not to be
but freedom is relative
as all at this event horizon can plainly see
waiting to be drawn into the singularity
where all is one and one is we

The sweetness of your smile, your look of love covers me
it makes me walk a mile, and the more time we spend talking
the more I start to feel your warmth, our intimate moments
last all night, as I sleepwalk through your dreams....


as Morpheus guides us along that ethereal plane
drawn toward what we do not fathom
a glittering paradise, resplendent with the dew of tomorrow
journey, do we, hand in hand to the edge of then
and open to possibility

Deborah and Wolf
Thank you again Wolf spirit aka quinfinn.. you are an awesome wonderful poet.... you honor me by writing with me
554 · Oct 2014
"Church Bells Rang"
Church Bells Rang from Heaven
on this sunny day,
as she stood one last time
feelings had become timeless
as she wanted to fly away ...

As death became the beauty of life
just one more line, like precious pearls
soft and pink, fall one by one
as the church bells began to ring ...

Immortality revealed
death had become a moment
as she flew away
with wings that flew around her
on that magic day ...

Standing in awe as the church bells rang
the warm breeze and not a cloud
as the music played, no more pain
not a tear was shed,
as she flew to a new life
she was an Angel today ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
Inspired by Debbie Embrey and Deborah Renee
554 · Jun 2015
You Called Me Today
I saw your name on my phone
I caught my breath and knew I longed
to hear your voice so near
although you are so far, I fear~

I close my eyes and hear your voice
"Are you there? My love, I just wanted to hear
I just want you, my love to be so near~

I have returned in the quiet soft gentle of life
hearing your underlined voice, I cry, I might
get on a plane, if I could, I would
where I would nestle contentedly in the orchid
of our love~

I will continue to write on, into the soft shadows of midnight
I will smile and wait for the day, our muses will write as light
as one~ in passion, desire, in our long lost echoes that need
where the sweet words will be stirred in the gentle breeze
in a world that our hearts will be skipped in our pages
of poetry ~that will close the doors to all except our passion~

"Hello" you said, "Hello, open your door let me in, I will be your
secret sin."

"HELLO"
554 · Sep 2014
Dear Oneness
My heart opens to nowhere
as I look through brown glass
I hope to see you one last time
that maybe just maybe, my soul
will quit searching and peering through
a thousand eyes of poetry....

I have lived life as it meant nothing
everyone was invisible as I prodded on.
Those were the days, hot summers, nights
of meanings. There were the days before we
had our own place, small but affordable many
nightmares of love drifting away...

Heaven calling loved ones, one at a time'
I close my eyes, what else can I do, but wait
and years have passed by, and now the oneness
and the loneliness that creeps in the very way of life....

Your chance, and the many feelings I have to
discern and disarm, trying to listen to reason,
not knowing what the times will bring
but thats okay, time will slip away...

Dear Oneness you cant have me anymore..

Debbie Brooks 2014
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