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Oh Abbey Road
who has walked your heart
singing from way back then
only the most famous of all
only to end with Let It Be
and please Just Imagine in 1969...

John, you wouldn't have many years left
your birthday came and we always loved
Paul, you will continue to sing your heart
and fly with Wings
Ringo, Sweet Sixteen, Your beautiful
and your mine
George singing to your SWEET LORD ...

We miss you John, its your birthday
your words are still magic, as we follow
you down Abbey Lane....although a bullet
took you away that FATEFUL day
December 8, 1980.

It left holes in our hearts
The torture, the publicity and Beatle mania'
took a toll, your life had an aura, you would come
on and perform a miracle just one last time
as we follow you down Abbey Lane and the Yoga
acid trip ...

Happy Birthday dear John
you are sooooo missed .

Debbie
http://www.thebeatles.com/album/abbey-road
By Dee
Debbie Brooks


Restless sleep last night

I tossed left and right

Across the everglades and leas 

I saw you running towards me. 



Out of breath, you came & clasped my hand

My heart pounding, I could barely understand, 

The distress, pain, aches reflected in your eye

Not a word spoken, yet all said by your sigh. 
  

I saw a teardrop rolling down your cheek

Adios my darling, hitherto we shall never meet

‘The dawn arrives’, is what you said silently

Why can’t you linger awhile? I beseeched fervently.



Confused paralyzed, I let you go 

And you were lost, gone – ergo

As I sat on the broken bench to catch my breath

I wondered was I, in holding on out of depth? 



Alas…I pray

Would you come back into my dream again tonight? 

Not to leave, but to stay on even after daylight? 

Not to cause agony & pain

But to stay, forever remain.

____________

My love, I saw you in your dream
I traveled oh so far, waiting for an invitation
To be part of you once again
Your mind entwined with mine
Drove my heart to yours
And dreamed me so many times


Your dreams become my restless sleep
Tossing and turning with touches of your lips
That keeps me flooding with touches and love
That’s when I was running to you
You saw my teardrop, with touch of desperation


My heart pounding not understanding
The need I had for you,
Whispering we should ever meet,
Please do not let me go,
Your dreams are my dreams
Even in the daylight

I can taste your love like rain on my tongue
You teased my dream with droplets of you
With so many wild pleasures that lay in store
As our happiness dazzled before our eyes
Our dreams made one, that last time …
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Sitting released in remorse, what should I do
losing so much, the demon rests, sleeping
and dreaming takes to much time, only hurt
is what collides in my impending flow ...

Where has the time gone, were you really real?
that should be the question that ripples my mind
my voice regresses of what the sound should be
that keeps echoing through the walls,
as he walks out the door ....

I lay perplexed in this storm of raging sadness
that overwhelms me, tears come of a deluge
of a wasted time, salty in taste and bitter
on the tongue, there's no sweetness left to behold ...

I walk around in the daze, looking maybe just one more
time, you might be there, the darkness has set in, blackness,
with no heaven in sight. only the painful gilded happens
of a love that is lost, no special treatment, no more "I love you,
baby" no more sweet love  ....

The goblins curse, our dream resides lost in my mind
erasing all mémoires that might have been kind, in an
unmindful sleep, of an incubus if you will, rogue with
a ripping heart, that is torn apart ....

Seizing the words that hold the heart in check, the tears
rain, as a banshee screams, and vanishes me from my
ambition, evil is the demons of past seeds, your words
ring, oh so true, as you abandon our life, dreams,
hopes, and it seems, never to end,,

Our dream is cursed What did you say?

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dreaming of warmer days,
Walking hand in hand through the sand,
With the one she loves.
She was a free spirit....

Who could understand
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars..

Crying into the wind,
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in.
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker....

Crying to her Lord.
One day soon.. One day soon…

He whispers to her soul....

This day she was a free Spirit.
A spirit was she…..

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew no more
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...

The labor was too much as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth....

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
'I love you'....

Hearts break and bend
On those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin...

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more to come……


Debbie Brooks 2014
The only place
To float in
Feeling tiny in this darkness
Tiny curb place in the space
This only scared place ...

Suppose I shove myself off
To the tiny spot in my brain
There has to be someplace else
To make me happy again ...

We will one day
When we are ready to lay
Soulless you keep telling
The memory of me and you ...

Where we are going
Where life is the mysterious gift
Is it still involving
to our magic place ...

Perhaps the answer lies
In the old lives of the wise
Can we wait?
Is it possible?
To be true and maybe hide ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Some where down the crazy river
we meet, heads down, not looking
but a greater passion than we knew
was rounding around the bend ...

As we look around to view our surroundings
we heard a tone in our ears, love for most bearing down
in our hearts ... not just written in the sand
was our life, hearts and souls ...

With a nod of his head, he smiles
reassures me of what is to come,
a love worth waiting for,
as the sun begins to shine ...

Each time he smiles, the hopes and promises
that will come for better or worse
richer or poorer, will be a joy to be
on his arm, as his woman, as a beautiful dream ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
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As I sat at my desk,
remembering the water fall
remembering you...

My muse rambled on and on,
I could not stop my words as they folded to you my love ...

My sin...
Showed one more time as I struggled with your touch.
You hid my heart in the winds of your world,
you found the tears on my cheek.
You never asked me what was wrong.
then you were gone,
which makes me cry to find you so unconcerned for my safety,
and so I write.....

But Darling your love makes me melt like rain,
our starving moon that weeps and weeps for our love to be
is lost one more time..
Why don't you love me anymore ...

You kept asking me and wanting my love
I gave you all of me
but the blessing are few unless I am in your arms
That's where the sin comes in
I don't want just a dream,
but your frozen magic that stills holds my destiny
my heart that bleeds crimson magic and even despair
I want your lips that call me princess, baby, my lady ....

Dear love...
I want your love your special touch that finds my soul,
that holds my tears in your eyes,
that kisses my breath in your mouth...
My ******* long for your matador,
and the moon at our backs,
hiding your hands,
holding me in your embrace
with lavender folding around our bodies,
kissing the dew of tears one last time...

Oh darling,
how you rained down on me slowly in poetry
now snow white rays of clarity that shows
that bed of river flowing in our quietude here ...

I love you darling,
oh so much....
Into me you bleed and moan,
our bed is on an edge of gold....

As our love in the rain,
that dropped millions of drops of you,
falling all around my body and kissing my body so new,
holding this side of light with sweet stars so bright ...
Yes those millions of drops of rain,
that falls on our bodies, as your kisses explore,
the image is brought forward in my dreams as I lay so spellbound
forevermore.......

Hello my love,
my darling,
I am curious to see how your heart Is holding up?
Seeing you standing there,
looking so grand in your black suit,
as I watch you... I realize that my tears don’t affect you anymore...

The sound of your breathing don’t become you,
although I know, It was the purest divine love that we had,
that was turning the wheel with divine blessings ...
It was a thousand high souls that night,
that I wrote,
with a million drops of you,
falling like rain between my life and yours.
then I looked at the rays of midnight sun..
Yet you are gone now..

What did I do wrong?
And I still write...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
Angels don't cry for me
Shadow light sprinkle lightly on my head don't you see. .

Sparkles lightening in the sky
Dying grey day envelopes the way
Where hearts surges to follow the silence of art
with wind beneath your wings
I beg you not to cry ...

Having taken the journey
from dark to light
became the beginning of the end
discovering my own source
hence the reason to look within ...

Soft wind prayers surrounding the hearts
That fluffs like the peaks
Of the valley alms that leeks
Where random fathoms live so well
High on the hills that ring their bell
In a gentle sweet sound
Finally To be found. ....

Angels Don't Cry for me....*

Debbie Brooks 2014
mots simples ils ne écrire des mots
d'amour que sérénade
métissage, sur la
musique breeze tombe pleurant
murmure d'amour
à suivre la lecture de la berceuse
de leur chère notes
par les anges, qui écrit dans
le ciel ...

Leur beauté en porcelaine
pour tous à voir
oblige une swift stride
qui ne peut cacher
qu'ils partagent leur coeur
en vol ludique
qu'ils écrivent dans le ciel ...


Angels Write In the Sky

Simple words they do write
words of love that serenades
mingling, on the breeze
music falls weeping
whispering of love
to follow the lullaby
from their cherished notes
by the angels,
writing in the sky ....

Their porcelain beauty
for all to see
compels a swift stride
that cannot hide
they share they hearts
in playful flight
as they write in the sky...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Tout comme la musique classique, la poésie ne doit pas forcément être ennuyeuse et confinée dans des endroits guindés réservés aux spécialistes.
Qu'écririez-vous sur un mur, sur une porte de garage, sur le trottoir, dans le ciel ?
What would you write on a wall, on a garage door, on the sidewalk, in the sky ?

Pour ceux qui écrivent en Français ...
For those who write in French ...
I saw you but a glimpse
a distance in the night
we once were so right ...

It was another hidden day
as my restless mind wandered
in dreams of you ...

Your velvet kiss was there
your fingertips down my back
your heated gaze singeing ...

Lovers soot upon my skin
a forbidden, sweet, nonsensical
magical sin ...

My wanting overwhelms me
remembering our secret,
clandestine day dream ...

You my desperate addition,
tears my conscience to shreds
can you hear me screaming ...

There you were in my hidden day
you saw my tears and you turned away
why can't I have you, my hidden love ...

When I close my eyes, there you are
just like before
in my hidden days ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
"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
Evil lurked so close to her heart
held her  tight, closed its eyes
sinking lower fear set in
closing and squeezing the life
from this form of her's ...

Its like the sound of the wind
full force and frightening
thousand miles an hour
tearing every inch of her apart ...

Dead is dead forever
life could be no more
choking lives that devour
Thats what evil is ...
Apathy is the glove in which evil slips it's hand in
by Paul Harrison
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
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She sits on the earth, looking up to the heavens
tears begin to flow, heart pounds,
she feels empty and lost,
all hope is dying ...

A dream of a tale, her Romero to come
but only horror in tow, only God knew
the nightmare
the dream ...

A dream of lonesomeness to believe, deceitful
and cruel that others have been, feelings
start of corrosion, intimacy
with fools only
weakness
builds ...

Her face is flush, from the hurt inside
anger lives to know she's alive
wiping way from moisture
from her eyes, a feeling
is felt untold ....

Her heart knows she is strong but the bricks build,
more walls to come, the muscle of life hardens
no light or darkness can seep into this
comfort of being one with herself
and her Lord ...


Debbie Brooks 2014
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
I kiss the thoughts of memories

You were disturbingly calm

And you seemed

so indifferent...


This is to let you know

My love is still there

No matter what

I’ll always love you....


I’d give anything to make you

Feel the way you used to.

You caught me suddenly and I knew

I wish I could make you understand....


The feelings inside my mind about you

I’m so confused. I’m sorry if I hurt you.

I stay awake at night,

Trying to understand what happen...


I just wish that you could understand

What I'm going through.

Like a hallowed spot my dear

As I stare at the moon...


My soul wishes

Things would go back to normal

So we could talk like we used to.

You’re my only haven....


And now the mountain glows

As I dodge the clouds of awkwardness

And the tears of forgiveness

Doesn’t mean a thing....


When I don’t have my true love

Nothing can escape

For he lies beyond me

Just know the word is love....


And the melody of the stars

Used to sing our tune

Of heavens that might have been....


So bathing in our needs

That we might have been

In our veils of light....


Yes, you were a scared lover

That's what you were

Your look will be in my image

So maybe just maybe

Tonight this night might be the one of

All nights.....


Maybe one day my love, my heart and yours will be one, but just know the spirits of our hearts will be forever more…

Just maybe one day

My love,

We will be bathing in our spiritual needs!*


Debbie Brooks 2014
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
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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
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
As the pitch black night covers her face
it was her guiding light
that her search was unworthy of being a woman
of one's dreams
she feels as if life didn't matter
yet she still climbs her lighted ladder ...

Looking in the mirror she is blinded to her madness
she starts to disbelieve
she still dreams, even with doubt or meaning
within time her dreams will cross,
so full of truth and without falsity
she holds on to her life, her love
one last time, not wanting to let go
for her dream has to be real as she fades into the clouds ...

Her heart is raw, her hair draped around her face
she cries in her hands, she feels undesirable
unwanted and losing her reality
she longs to be part of the one that has her heart
she searches for, for any sign
to be the purpose of his never ending dreams

Please she begs, with tears falling and her soul torn in half
please she begs, Beware of her heart...

Debbie Brooks 2014
How mad is she?
Time was...
Stranded in your present
laying in your loving arms
you reaching for my form
stimulating my lips
plunged restlessly what may
discovering each other
inside and out

Walking towards me
a little wildness knowing what was coming
holding my breath
between the roses of stars
kissing the inside of my mind
coming apart at the seams

He touched me low
made my lips part
my breath cease

Opened his hand on my stomach
I might never have been touched before
while we become one
so fervid was my reaction
a shudder and soft grasp
I drew his hand down
claimed his mouth with mine

holding on to tomorrows
Beyond the beautiful forever's..*

by: Debbie Brooks
Oh How Grand Love Can Be
Blue tree of life

Holding your arms for all to see
dripping with wonderlands regain to be
peaceful upon stoic breezes
kissing the cascading rain
there you were once again...


There were moments we once belonged
but now everything seems so wrong
sitting beneath your branches so strong
reaching for my life once more
waterfalls spray and wash us clean

Your blue limbs for all to see
holding my hand till eternity

Crying the tears of beauty....... your broken Sun

wondering where it had all begun



My blue blue tree of life

cry me a million tears tonight



Debbie Brooks 2014
Cry cry cry
Your world is a continent away
your skies of blue rise in the sun
dusk comes like a nurturing spring rain
and yet you stand and wait ...

Your wisdom springs into action
a place to dream of your serenity
your soul bound by this utopia of beauty
always you use your muse with a flair ...

I am hypnotized by your timeless face
while the oceans rise the waves crashing at your feet
you are at your realm of peace
by the reaching of the dawn you say your morning prayer
you are a good man ...

As this lasting night comes to an end
and a new day awaits, and yet you began
another day to sail away
in your dreams and blessings to come ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to my Friend Billy
© Deborah Brooks Langford. All rights reserved
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
Atlas

It cannot be found

Within the confines

Of my mind ...


Years have stalked me

Somewhere in the deep

Hanging on to the precipice ...


Emotional

As In life my face to the sun

Defying the grip that comes ...


From below

I feel the warmth

The glow on my skin

The grip is loosed

As the beast transforms ...


From clay to wax

Warm rays of life giving

Sun

Have radiated through

My being ...


Only for it have been melted

Fast away

Once again summer is here to stay ...


No One

Wants you so

The way I feel for you

When summer has ended

Will you end too ...*


Debbie Brooks 2014
Shining light you are
Nightingale by far
Who flies up high…..

That brightens the song of love
In their hearts of gold
By which
That the soul feels delight ...

Echoing nature’s melody
Of pure white
With feelings of rhyme
That sings a song to all
Your crafted poetry
Blends for all to be ...

Speaking of your glorious nature
Makes all blind to see
As you walk in the garden of loveliness
Your light shines forth
Your eternal aroma blends with your life
A wonderful love you will be ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Candle lights in the room
as a poem is born
dressed in white
shadow on her face
that was adored...

Hearts beating fast
happening in clear view
their gentle faces tear a new
whispering I love you...

It wasn't always easy
this life they had
holding  each others hands
with memories that were true...

With their voices
that filled each night
to their dream
that held them tight....

Life goes by
children grow
age falls around them
tears do flow, laughter too....

Their devotion grows
as one passes on
the pen does flow
a poem is born, just one more time..

Debbie Brooks 2014
Hurry home, I would cry, please darling
I am waiting for your love
for your slow hand
that guides mine
and you declare your love
one more time ...

I call you on the phone
and send  you a  text,
dear darling, please come make love
to me,  I am waiting
you whisper 'I can't imagine not doing so....

You thrill me with your words
my life has changed like a whirlwind
you my love, are the best
please don't let love die
my heart is yours
please whisper to me
one more time ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
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 -
It was  a certain summer
A special Rain
A loving moment
That couldn't be bought again
Remembering the love
Asking the how
Rolling in the moment
One last time...


Oh , do you kiss the same?
Do you make love so glorious?
Would you look deep in my eyes one more time?
The same way as you used to do.
That is ripening in your touch.
To slowly touch your face to hold each other so tight
it has been some time ago.
That at the start of one certain summer;
besides we are not so old to be mystified with flowers;
after... the summer rain;‟*

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
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
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
Give us this day
enchantment
fantasy
visions of mountains
towering
compelling
symbol of strength
believing
forever seeing
childlike
innocence
mixed with truth

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
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
Where do horses go when they die????

Its a starry bright, that longs for night
that flies by her wings, to look for you
its star light, stands where we see Beauty
from the earth to the sea
she lies and waits for the sun to appear
far yet so near ...

The sun peaks over the land,
a smile knowing she is in God's hands
her flying is amazing as she flies so high
she's with Him, we sigh with relief
as we know she is happy one last time ...

We look upon this land and wonder why
God gave us this beautiful gift as our Beauty dies
she pounders on land to fly to the stars
when our emotions soar, with desire deeply
to be withheld, as her crown is like a gentle dove ...

Her perfection is and always will be
our Beauty our love, our gift from God that made us sigh
and cry, with happy tears, of understanding
of love that knew no bounds ...

Thank you Beauty for gracing our lives
making us laugh, with each little nigh
I thank our Lord on high for giving us
our perfect little Beauty for a season
and now and then rub us with her nose
while we cry ....*

Debbie Brooks 2014
love horses and I have come to love horses even more because of Susan Joyner-Stumpf. so I dedicate this to her and her three horses she has left on her Colorado mountain that she has grown to love.
Just know sister i will be there soon to see you and your loves..
Can you see, what? come what may?
a dream to be what do you see?
someone like you so far away
seems to me like it comes to thee
smiles from both, blowing leaves in a tree
a whispering wind blowing oh so gently,
looming over the sea
whose hand do I take?
as i whispered silently
with my heart i do cry
one with the same soul
do come what may,
so you won't go astray
a kiss from both
shaking of the knees
like petals of a white rose
blowing over me,
down you lay as we drift away.
bruises of blue
thy heart of black
no kiss mislaid,
only night from you
prayer to Him with scared eyes
take me away and leave misplaced
come what may.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
It was 1950, his name was Corporal Bill.

The army had routed him to this God Forsaken Hill, that they called ‘ Pork chop’, for God alone knows why! He was new to the Unit’s Love company and had already been shot at and almost blown up during the earlier mission. This assignment was surely going to be another nightmare.
Arriving on the hill was no picnic. He was told to get ready for the next wave of North Korean troops, expected at any time. With 150 men, they knew they were outnumbered because the enemy always came in thousands.
He sat in his tent looking at the picture of his wife and their first baby that was coming. She was so lovely and he was so excited about their first child. He missed her so much. Holding the picture so tightly to his heart, he wondered if he would ever see his wife and their new baby. Thinking about her he said a silent prayer,
“Dear Lord would You please watch over them. Watch over us here in this unknown land where we fight a battle for an unknown cause. But since we are here, Lord so do please protect us.”
At that moment he heard warning shouts. Grabbing his gear he ran to the nearest foxhole. He jumped in and started shooting, shot after shot. It was as if a hail of a thousand bullets whizzing past everywhere. There was no time to think. The priority was just trying to stay alive. All around him he could see friends dropping off like flies.
Finally a lull in the shooting and the meds were swarming, trying to get to the injured, knowing that the next wave of the enemy would soon be upon them.
A miracle…!! Reinforcements arriving, another hundred men from Mike Company showed up.
‘Well at least that is something,’ Bill thought to himself.
It was the moment to catch their breath. Where ever they could lay their heads. Just trying to rest and eating out of their sea rations. They were all starving and so tired but afraid of going to sleep.
Then the voice from the loud speaker came on. Telling them how they were going to be killed, since they were outnumbered. If they surrendered, their lives would be spared.
‘I wish it would stop’ thought Bill. He looked around to see so many scared and petrified faces.
Then it was night. It was so dark one couldn’t see a hand in front of his face.
Bill found a place away from everyone near the cliff and settled in, wondering what was going to come next.
He must have dozed off, when he heard warning shouts. As he ran he heard the staccato of bullets firing. An offensive had been launched by the North Koreans. They were everywhere. He was being attacked caught off guard without his rifle; he fought them in a hand to hand combat and rushed to where his rifle lay. Stabbed in the hand he shot three enemy soldiers in quick succession. He didn’t know where to go since the enemy was everywhere. Jumping off the cliff, he held onto a branch for hours.
It was hours later and the sun was coming up. Bill pulled himself up with tired strained arms and bloodied hands. As he looked over the cliff, he saw bodies strewn everywhere. No enemy was in sight. As he was gathering his wits about, he saw movement and froze. Watching cautiously then he realized the four were his co-combatants of Love Company, badly bruised and shot. The five of them looked at each other and walked down the hill. Airlifted by helicopters, only five men out of two hundred and fifty survived the battle of Pork Chop Hill.
Corporal Bill
You are alive
By the Grace of God
You are alive.
Just wait Bill, there is more to come.
Your life is only starting
You have so much to do
The brave men of so long ago still
Spells out today.
He leads out of the fire
He gives His blessed assurance.
He gives His grace.
Oh enemy you cannot keep them down
They will be back and back.
With the Grace of God;
They will be back.


©Copyright 2014 by POET DEBORAH BROOKS-LANGFORD
Debbie
I want to honor all who have died protecting their country. Thanks, protectors of freedom!... and a special thank you to MY DAD Sgt. Floyd Bill Brooks ..Retired Army... he was in Korea on Pork chop Hill in 50-51.. and then Vietnam in the 60's ... twice.
Since I have wrote this my dad has died.. He cried when he read this.. He never knew how to say thank you.. but when he read this.. he finally said it.. and I cried with joy..
In this crazy mixed up world
dance and dance away
come see what may
your delicate surpasses all
as your heart is truly blessed
what a wonderful person
you are
what a wonderful life you have
as your pen has a flair
like flower arrangements so dear
your movements that make music
your laughter that reaches millions
this is what you are ...

The weeping red bud-- as beautiful as it is
your garden of roses
lilies are full bloom
like the limbs of a Lace leaf Japanese Maple
is your poetry that writes those magic words
from despair that turns to beauty
Debra dear friend, you are a wonder
and don't let anyone tell you no
your a beautiful masterpiece of love
your the home of fantasy
you are the best ...

You are Debra my friend the sweetest
so go dance you dance
and write with a flair
love your heart away
just  be yourself
and laugh like there is no tomorrow
Yes... Dance away this crazy world and play ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
This poem is dedicated to my girlfriend Debra.. that is dying of cancer.. she has lost the use of her legs, and each part of her body is going.. we do not know how much longer we will have her..
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 -
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
I sit here in the darkness

Hoping for a dance

Looking to the future

Singing my soul to sleep again!


Angels flying

Trying to stay a float

They say I am holding on

And slowly sinking the boat!


I do not want to go outside this night

It’s too cold

For Angels to fly

Saying things are

Going to change

But the emptiness

Just doesn’t understand!

Debbie Brooks 2014
Cyber Love
So Tall, Dark and Loving were thee
Pressing for time
Feeling the rush
Kissing your lips
Through outer space
Inescapable trappings
Of yesterdays blurred nights
Slow drawn out speeches
Offerings to my growing eyes
These sentiments
Too deeply rooted in old soil
To discard like worn-out shoes
Into the mountain light
To see its rose suffuse
A ****** blush upon the evening
Air and cool
Into a swaddling blue
As night falls
Deep within the valley
Are the Angels of a departing day!
Flash like fireflies
Across the blurry screen
Communion on the terrace
Is subdued
Wine and moonlight
Tourmaline leaves rustle
Beneath the ledge
In breezy shadow
While high atop a tower
Bright beams upon inside an upper room
Of shelves and books and words
To live by
Computer rush inside the brain
Embracing the touch
Of forever love
That opens cuts blue midnight
Sapphire grey sky
Now rush into the rush to sigh
Who are you? Who am I?
Echoes within the heart
Into the mountain light
To see its rose suffuse
A ****** blush upon the evening
Are the Angels of a departing day!

Tourmaline leaves rustle
Beneath the ledge
In breezy shadow
While high atop a tower
Bright beams upon inside an upper room
Of shelves and books and words
To live by
Computer rush inside the brain
Embracing the touch
Of forever love
That opens cuts blue midnight
Sapphire grey sky
Now rush into the rush to sigh
Who are you? Who am I?
Echoes within the heart
Passion will prevail
Will be endure
To the lovely end...............

Debbie Brooks 2014
Dedicated to all those that fall in love on line......

‘Philosophers and poets concur on one fundamental truth, love will find a way it’s just a matter of time.’
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
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