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You are ****** dry and left forgotten
beaten and hurt and oh so struggling
merely a reflection of yet another
so much hate torn and damaged....

Do we come here but for homage to sanctity?
hearts ripped but torn bleeding hands
licking at tortured air like so many others
like a gaping wound that are in our chest....

World.... weep those tears of pain
seeking worthlessness to beat the band
howl at the moon that tore at your throats
as a dying race can understand....

Pain is amplified, not sorted
when one falls, another rises
sequence of birth and death like so many
sorrow and pain overlap to the brink of heaven...

From these peaks and valleys
one bleeds
profound, inexplicable despair
in a explosion's unrequited dream...

Where do we lay our head to rest?
our existence in our ample chest
licking our gaping wounds
weep those tears.... for the blood that runs and burns...

Debbie Brooks @ July 31, 2015
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...
Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...
A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...
Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ..
Inside of us you should always reign
with poetry given the main game
the lamenting heart of a stars heart
like chorus in a distant land
echoing through your star lite chamber
Compassionate parts of poetry of tomorrow...

Capable of infinite sorrow
expressive eyes that see
such kindness
as much as me...

To be special in an indifferent world
makes no difference in your million years
In the mire of your worlds
you hang on to every syllable
when hurt comes in shades
you write and weep in your poetry...

A poet's life, not understood
many shake their heads and go
as each poet's days on paper are born
carrying a message to another's day
the immortal message maker of beauty
fires the souls of God's art, that cries for me...

Through my poetry my heart has grown
contacts are many that share their life
seek their poetry through each strife
sweet to all our visions giving air of love
surrounded by a blazing sphere of sweet doves ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
Let me find my home
my anguish where I belong
that came from our own souls
the ones that we are ourselves
perhaps haven't found the words~

We cry for our pains
wishing to absorb it all
without memory for those
where life was fast and alone
the fear of looking back, scared and not belonging~

We thought we had forgotten
we thought our love had been long dead
deep in our memories, you can't haunt me anymore
I thought I was over you, till we looked in each others eyes
the other night~

We looked so serious that evening
tried not to smile, but the hurts had left us
yes, you were in our peaceful little world, then you cried
and I died, with the knowledge we would be no more, you said
yes, you said.... goodbye~

We were lovers, then we were no more~

Debbie
I myself, walk these ghostly paths

As I am today

A captain of my fate

Crying to a ghostly sea

What else can this be……


Flowing oh so gently

Heavenly now

Dredging into unknown waters

Have stayed the course

What else will this be……


Her majesty drowning in the phantoms

Of her forever more

Strength love will prevail

In your walking dream

Journey to your life

Center of your heart

Finding treasures along the way’

What else could this be…..


Leaving behind all turmoil

Choosing calm and tranquility

Souls shimmering

Today is yesterday

With different loves

Yesterday tomorrow

With fleeting smiles

What else would this be……


Pleading voices oddly quiet

Placing in the failing holes

Pieces drifted off somewhere

Or simply left behind

What else should this be…….


Giving your whole heart

Once again

That turns to shattered love

Turning God's plan for grace

Love and peace desire and good

What else has this been......


Sun Love Eyes Of Flowers

Flowing through the everlasting

Holding faith way beyond

Touching greatness

In flowers eyes there is no fear

Singing melodies of softly

Beyond the distance space

What else can it be…..


Debbie Brooks 2014
Many blessings to you all
Sonnet is love
sonnet is rhyme'
metaphorical pattern
so much sublime

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep writing those sonnets
all you wonderful
poets
that we all adore...

As Rupal says,
Wordsworth too..
Debbie Brooks- 2014
Sonnet is love
sonnet is rhyme'
metaphorical pattern dove
so much sublime....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debbie
How to Write a Sonnet
All sonnets have fourteen lines. What makes a sonnet a Shakespearean sonnet is that its fourteen lines rhyme like this:
Line 1 rhymes with line 3
Line 2 rhymes with line 4
Line 3 rhymes with line 1
Line 4 rhymes with line 2
Line 5 rhymes with line 7
Line 6 rhymes with line 8
Line 7 rhymes with line 5
Line 8 rhymes with line 6
Line 9 rhymes with line 11
Line 10 rhymes with line 12
Line 11 rhymes with line 9
Line 12 rhymes with line 10
Line 13 rhymes with line 14
Line 14 rhymes with line 13
Last, most sonnets have a volta, or a turning point. In a Shakespearean sonnet the volta usually begins at line 9.
An easy example of a turning point would be, lines 1-8 ask a question or series of questions and lines 9-14 answer the question or questions.
Our example sonnet would look like this:
he TURNED the FOURteenth GLASS and SAID, “beGIN.”
and I had FOURteen MINutes LEFT to LIVE;
and I had FOURteen UNrePENted SINS,
and FOURteen PEOple WHOM i WOULD forGIVE,
and FOURteen UNread BOOKS uPON my SHELF,
and FOURteen LOVES i KNEW i’d LOVED in VAIN,
and FOURteen DREAMS i’d KEPT withIN mySELF
(the FOURteen I’D most WANted TO exPLAIN.)
but FOURteen MINutes QUICKly PASSED aWAY.
i FILLED my PEN with FOURteen DROPS of INK-
the FOURteenth glass had offered one delay;
and fourteen final grains retained the brink.
this SONnet FLOWED like FOURteen FInal BREATHS-
the FOURteenth LINE, t
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.
A thousand sands in time
holding hearts sublime
crying their tears again and again
watching as they slip away
what will be will be....

Wanting what I can't have
and scared to try something new
please let me just stay here and hide
bring me my surprise
kiss my lips one more time ...

You are so full of laughter
so full of love
its not that simple
don't you understand?
love is a beautiful dream
it's just waiting for me ...

Life is not what it is
life is random pen musing
a unhappy cry
crying the blues
no more songs,
It will be new for me
don't you see ...

What will be will be*

Debbie Brooks 2014
There you were a darling man
standing with your hand in the air
pointing to whatever it was
when your eyes darted to me
it was love at first sight...

I could see it in your eyes
what our first embrace would be
how our lips would search and search
for the others heart and soul...

Tears welled up in my eyes
the longing was a good disguise
sparks were flying when you walked towards me
a lump gathered in my throat
my feelings I could not hide
you threw me a poem with words
and love flew in the air
it hit me square in my soul
told me not to let you go...

The fire I felt when you touched my hand
then you brushed it on my face
swiped the hair from my eyes
and took a kiss so quick  .....
It took me by surprise....
My gasp was just the beginning
oh yes my love,
it was love at first sight....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Threatening to shut out all memories, my wounds threatening to open again..
When I was a young girl of ten, my heart was heavy, my skin was thin
I was born a regular child, never to know why i was wild....

Roaming here and there, feeling the fire as the torments roam....

Though it keeps me here and I pray that it burns, but i know not
to scream....it will **** me in the end ...

As I roam, not knowing where I go
I keep asking where have I really been???

Debbie Brooks 2015
I heard our song last night
it was your whispers in the rain
just one more time you held my hand
and you told me one last time, you loved
just me, and me only, our song held my heart
and made me cry for your love, that last night was
amazing, I knew I was lost, and I was found, when we
made love you fulfilled my every whim, when you were my man.
You didn't want to break my heart, you told me over and over
but I drifted and I didn't realize you were the world to me
you gave my heart a break, when i walked out of our
life, there were things we did not discuss, the heart
breaks, and singing of my life, with your words
that were whispers in the wind, I heard your
love and your touch in the day of our
hearts, Singing my soul so raw, so
new and being blue, looking for
love, with promises from
you ..

"listening for your whispers in the rain."*

Debbie Brooks 2014
I miss your whispers
As we cocoon ourselves
We insulate life
That we love most
From the affection of our desire ...

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

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

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

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

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

Debbie Brooks 2014
What have we become?
I am,
Sorrow that weeps,
A little bit happiness that creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness that appears, as silence leers
Fading a shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness~

I am
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up in the sky~

I am
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion that is no more, trying to ignore
Breath held, trying to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn~

I am
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking~

The Disillusion Is Me~

Debbie Brooks @ 2016
Who is the perfect man

All the links of dripping bonds
words of no hope is her missing man
fighting among life so cold
blindness would be a gift she was told~

Her deepest emotions, are links to hard to breath
all that is weathered askew that she needs
her mans heart beats with the moon
breathing one breath in last darkness noon~

How long does a woman weep
does it last from the past
screaming for a better life to live one more day
with nothing and no more strife
this typical surrender is often betrayed
that has bowed to divinity presence~

So you see, there once was this perfect man
he loved her from head to toe
took her in his mind,
and promised to never let go~

Their whirlwind romance traveled the worlds
tears and laughter were shed she was told
but beauty ruled the day~ and never went away
he made his humble way, with love and satisfied tears to stay~

Across continent and roaming in her heart of hearts
and pleased her every whim....kissed her eyes
cried when others tried to part their lives
but never and never did anyone hurt their love~

She wanted him for herself ... but knew that could never be
for their worlds extended bounteries ... that she could never know
to be in a safe mode, she withdrew into her soul
and fell into her mold ... that tore her apart she knew~

Anger did grow... she withdrew... hated herself
didn't know what to do~...maybe just maybe
she would love another one day~

Was he the perfect man?**

Debbie~
Love
It happened upon a WEARY starry starry night
that brought us together TO FIND ANOTHER
weary starry day to find who may WE be....

EACH TO HIS OWN, the muse finds even more
to help us confuse the other so we may be
not alike, so completely different, cant you see
what May?

Maybe we are a dream, someone so charming
are thee, and far far away...

Maybe we are smiles, blowing leaves in the trees
a whispering wind that blows through us that
is looming over the sea....

Just follow the road, follow the stars
the yellow brick and green, then let
us sit awhile and smile ...

A glass of wine, cheese and lime
lets hold hands, talking a mile,
looking deep within, missing our muse
in this sleep of dreams, two hugs are one
telling us Who We May Be ...

Debbie Brooks
This is dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh... he was quite mad and his painting to me were and are wonderful... so among his madness he was and is a great artist.
William Shakespeare - baptized in 26 April 1564, was an English poet, playwright and actor, widely considered as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon".

His extant works, including some collaboration, consist of about 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, two epitaphs on a man named John Combe, one epitaph on Elias James, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

If you want to learn and know more about William Shakespeare’s bio, history and best works, please go visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare


One of the best poems of William Shakespeare:

Carpe Diem

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sit me in front of this beautiful fire
speak to me your poetry words
as we drink our glass of red
as the evening flows and our laughter explodes
your hand finds my hair as it travels my neck
and yes I cant wait another moment
as your lips touch mine
with one swoop you take me in your arms
across the rug....

The moment is at hand
you touch my face and your eyes
memorize mine, and I knew at that moment
I would be yours..
Yes darling this is my fantasy ...
the night you make me yours....

Our night you took my shoes off and read me your poetry..

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
n morning sun, I ask you
will you walk with me....

With the rise and the fall of every breath
I cry to you, will you walk with me...

As rays of light, cast away darkness
will you still walk with me....

Remembering our birth design,
as the morning sun sets
as the darkness falls around
to brightened our conscious
the rise and fall of life
the tears that become
that fall around our souls

I ask you and I beg you,
will you walk with me??
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..
Once upon  a time;
There was but a girl of sorrow that did not know love
she kept trying to wipe away moisture from her eyes
as she looked for guidance from above:

A feeling of unkept told
her heart knew she had to be strong
but the bricks were building up
more walls to climb she knew not what ...

The muscles of life harden hard
no light or darkness would be charred
the comfort of hers would not be won
as she searched for the truth be done ...

As the next sun, come with one arms
the dark tower he shall climb to no harm
his heart be pure, his words  carried no vernon to come
his eyes shall never look towards another, will always one will become ...

For the man she dreams about, walk through the narrow door
handsome and strong, loving belong, like never before
on the gathering water she will find the gift that she longed
love for her in the light of the dawn ...

She finally wiped away the moisture from her eyes:

Debbie Brooks 2014
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.
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.
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
In our timeless paradise
our dreams reach the other side
heart- to- heart of spell bound love
calmness and desire we caress
the gift of us in our dream ...

The night is coming, the sun is fading
laying here, emotions take over
we try to devour our reflections
with a heart so full of sweet rapture
alone with these we own ...

Waterfalls floods our cheeks
a cry for love,
entranced into our delicate passion
sweat drops on our lips
would you come into this dream ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Writing the Stars makes one weep

with each word

bears ones weight

words slip through ones fingers

life quicksand

through life's door ...


The catacombs of my mind

aspires writing the stars

gazing upon the world tonight

in the evening breeze

flies without a ripple

to each fallen star

that is thrown so far ...


Like a caged bird

fluttering around

words upon stars

will they fly

even death calling

doesn't really matter ...


Writing the stars

makes one wonder ...


So fly high and write higher

among each star

sing your blues away

as you are writing among the  beautiful stars  tonight ...*


by Debbie Brooks 2014
let's write write write among the stars...
Lady of the wandering sea
She was fifteen
When he came wandering by thee
The leaves would fall that very autumn
He saw
The wind blew amongst her hair
She would call
Oh lover, please take me here
Where butterflies are yellow with dawn
Life is green in the spring
Year after year would come
Left time of regrets be sown
In the full strength of years to be
Of the ages of blue diamond’s you'll see
So years would simply breathe one more breath
Lies one more day till death
Simply year after year
When she was sixty three
One more day
Was she*

By Debbie Brooks
Lady of the wandering sea
She was fifteen
When he came wandering by thee
The leaves would fall that very autumn
He saw
The wind blew amongst her hair
She would call
Oh lover, please take me here
Where butterflies are yellow with dawn
Life is green in the spring
Year after year would come
Left time of regrets be sown
In the full strength of years to be
Of the ages of blue diamond’s you'll see
So years would simply breathe one more breath
Lies one more day till death
Simply year after year
When she was sixty three
One more day
Was she

Debbie Brooks 2014
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? -
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"
Dear Kind Sir

You could be the kiss
You could be the one I dream of last
The longing that lasts in my trembling
The far away feeling that has me penned to the wall..

Dear Kind Sir

You could be the Kiss
That envelops me one more time
That takes me on trips in my mind
That holds my very heart, that treats me kind...

Dear Kind Sir

You could be the kiss
That wakes me up under the covers
That holds my hand as you watch me dance
That tells me, your be my knight, so far as we are lovers...

Dear Kind Sir

Just one more kiss
I beg to see those eyes look deep in mine
Tell me you long for my love, just one more time
Just one more kiss, do or die...

Debbie Brooks 2014
To the one I long for.....
That rainy night

Writing me your heart

Holding the unknown

Like love in the chest

Emotions ran high

As you kept me so tight!


Not knowing what’s to come

Sitting at my window

Imagining I saw you at the gate

Running down the lane to your flying arms

With no plans for tomorrow

With a love so true!

Through oceans of tears

And a broken heart

So incomplete

Knowing we must part!

Promises of love

You would be back soon’

A year went by

Expectations were high!

Waiting for that plane to land

With a letter in hand

You came in a coffin, my love

I stand with tears that are breaking me down from above.!

Now all I have are little pieces of time

Hoping upon hope to find

A little bit of you that is ever so true

In our little boy so new!

You handed me a song from your heart.....*

By: Debbie Brooks  2014
A life in Ruins, a hurt far wide
alone and alienated from the world
a fairy tale lost of all imagination
made the hurt open wide ...

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

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

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

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

You stepped across my threshold
one last time ...

Debbie Brooks 2014
Read between the lines.. I know who will understand..
Remember that day we were talking
you were so wonderful, you wanted me
and I you,....it was a beautiful day... just you and I...

You guided me on the boat, it was exciting
my heart was beating, you bent down and kissed my lips
and you fondled my back....you said.. this is our's like you are mine
forever mine..

we would go sailing, you would hold me at the front while the wind blew so fiercely in our faces, we couldn't talk .... just kissed...

but, darling.....I am still waiting for the sail boat, for the race of our lives
for your many kisses, for our lives....

Sweetheart, you promised me a sailboat....

Debbie Brooks 2014
Where fortune gives to light
where love has bought the night
he is my fire of the earth
when he makes love,
wow passion of the fullest
he opens the portal to my soul
he is my miracle and desire at a glance
revealing himself under the cloak at night
one I feel I cannot live with out..

My beloved, thank you for coming into my life
light of love has hit my eyes
his strength of his own creation
come to me my love, bring such joy
to my body I need this very evening
until the burning sun shines once more
as you invade my being, and leave me breathless..

My Love....*

Debbie Brooks 2014
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
Hello old friend
so nice to see you again
yes its been a time
oh no, I am on my own, have been awhile ...
\
It seems like forever
as the days and weeks have flown
the children have grown
you say, you have seen him around, where did I go wrong??

The day is breezy, kind of hot to
sickly I know, bruises of blue
no kiss was mislaid, only night
that was so new, I feel this way
you see, the sickness follows
my heart still breaks, the day he left
cries of help fell, with no one in sight ...

What did you say, he looks good?
does he ask for me?
No, oh dear.... thats okay, it will be just another day...

Okay, see you around
I will go on my way,
it's been another long
heart wrenching day,
another unhappy move along not caring,
Oh, he is happy you say?

Does he still have those baby blues
that ripped through my heart no matter what he would do
please don't tell him you saw me, I don't want him unhappy
Can't you see. that would only hurt so many, not just me and you ...

Debbie
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!!
You Surround Me


I find in your aura
a mighty tide of emotion
into the long hours of every night
with an endless yearning of joy and light.....

The time does not permit to have you with me
you bolted and ran after the ******* was over
why did you leave and find another, the canvas is gone
your muse i lost, in the faraway lands of tomorrow
your tender touch has faded, the devotion
I had for you, makes me wonder what could
be could be....

Your aura surrounded me, your passion for life
astounded me, as the tears flow they know me
as your presence had drawn my face....

Within the strokes of your artist touch
your inevitable emotion brings me to my knees
you were the sweetest heaven i knew
now draws the tears as they flow
to the scented candle so low...

You may be gone, our passion destroyed
but love yearns for you.... through you I know
and maybe you hate me, maybe you despise ...

I was caught in a current of surprises
melting upon the current of my tongue
drawing the strings of love
that held me captive....

You surround me even though you are gone....**

Debbie
Copyright Deborah Brooks Langford ® ♫
* No part of this poem may be used or reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any way or form or by any means electronic, mechanical, recording, or otherwise without the written permission of the author.
Forever in the thickening
in your splendid heart
I felt your soul
Shadows huddle tightly
no remorse etching of this life
down by the waterfall
we were forever
on that sweet day
recalling what it was like
to be
forever in your arms
with stained starved memory
against the starlight night
with storms on the horizon
time slips away
in the peaceful ride
beyond the tomorrows
of yesterdays
You were forever
in my loving mind...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
Is Love Forever?
Forever in the thickening
in your splendid heart
I felt your soul
Shadows huddle tightly
no remorse etching of this life
down by the waterfall
we were forever
on that sweet day
recalling what it was like
to be
forever in your arms
with stained starved memory
against the starlight night
with storms on the horizon
time slips away
in the peaceful ride
beyond the tomorrows
of yesterdays
You were forever
in my loving mind.....

Debbie Brooks
You were my friend
You held me from afar
You kissed my lucky stars
You sang my songs
Read my poetry
And held me tight ...

As my lover
You took my love
As my Friend.
You took my heart
As my life
You left me barren ...

My lover
My friend
It's been a long long time.


Debbie Brooks 2014
You Are The Music
Simply said, as she wove ahead
dancing lightly to his charms
kiss these lips one more time
just know you're a friend of mine~

Friends come and go
knowing you are my music
my hopes and dreams that seem to fade~

Wow what a picture of means,
with hands that have held time
lots of kisses followed thee
to the ends of earth and more~

Lines that tell a story
folds the soul oh so fine
life so hard but what a life
never to be but oh the glory~

I swam to the shallows every night.
Nothing but shadows and the deep moonlight.
I longed for you as I had before,
but in my heart I knew that you didn't love me anymore.
I waited and sang our favorite song,
wondering exactly where our friendship went wrong~

I missed the way you smiled at me and sent me little notes
till that day was turned around
our laughter was no more,
now all I have left is the memory of us
and a quick hello....

Debbie Brooks @ Septembr 1 2015
The time you look my way
'So beautiful'
You would say
'You are always on my mind'
Always this very day
‘How can I tell you?'
How beautiful I think you are?’
The time you looked my way
Was so very nice today
‘Oh so beautiful
That you make me cry’
The time you held me
Until I signed
So gentle to the touch
To let me know
I was the one
'You’re my angel'
You would say
‘I am the one
Who feels blessed?’
Oh so many days
Holding my Angel song
In your hands
You knew me
We couldn't go wrong
You were leaning into me
As our lips touched
No matter how much fun it would be
I was not in my right mind
You said
‘It didn’t matter
You loved me anyway’
Then the letter
I sent
That was sealed with a kiss
It was special to my heart
I thought it was you
As you blew it
Brought to my heart
With a fright
Beauty lies within
As it flies on by
Tell me why?
What beauty you shall see
As it walks on thy hand
Hold me you say
One last time this day
I am no exception to the rule
There always is a fool
Just one more time as I am blue
As you walked out that
Door
You said
“One Last time tonight and no more."

Debbie Brooks 2014

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