"deb" poems
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At the sound of my name, I see the faces
turn and smiles of many friends;
Queen Sue of Ruikruya in her lilac silks,
Queen Sarita of Khaikar in orange silks,
Queen Deb of Daegeral in magenta,
Queen Kim of Geniael in creams,
Queen Robin of Naeneiana in periwinkles,
Queen Fawn of Yuamor in red-violets,
Queen Dawn of Khesian in dandelion-orange,
Queen Jugnu of Enuryn in jade-greens,
Queen Yidna of Puhan in indigos,
Queen Cne of Phelyra in turquoise,
Queen Xaela of Lonusea in peach,
Queen Ayumi of Wadia in tan-gold,
Queen Sheila of Naizzuzia in cornflower-blue,
Queen Stars of Yurithireatha in green-yellow
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King Edmund and his wife in matching
forest-greens attires,
King Omni of Khaniel in silvers,
King Emeka of Ghalali in white,
King Devon of Monait in blue-violets,
King Fugue of Thavia in blacks,
King Yacov of Igrador in olive-green,
King Joseph of Eaqellurene in bronze,
King Fredrick of Emirinait in mauve,
King Rob of Balan in sea-green,
King John of Khesian in melon-red,
King Aslam of Ikaesa in deep plum,
King Brandon of Huarean in ocher,
King Kikodinho of Izugalla in taupe,
King Jobira of Zavalon in orange-red
and many many more.
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And last but not least, King Paul of
Luciuscemi himself in emerald-and-gold.
He wears his favourite emerald green
jacket with ruby buttons, bright gold
embroidery of suns and lions; his sleeves
stitched with pearls and rubies to match
the red sash across his chest; his trousers
black as are his boots, but even they have
gold laces.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
shaved my head again last night,
watched empire records and saw deb and shaved my head again last night.
ate spaghetti, my best friend got into college
my best friend got into college and we ate spaghetti and shaved my head again
we shaved my head again cause we watched empire records and i saw deb and i saw deb shave her head and i thought that looks awesome
so we ate spaghetti
and she got into college,
she’s already in college but she got into a different college
so i made her spaghetti and we watched empire records
and we watched empire records
and ate spaghetti
and she shaved my head cause we watched empire records
and now she’s going to college
a different college
she’s already in college
she’s going to a different college
i didn’t text that dude
i didn’t text that dude, and he didnt text me
i saw his girlfriend on instagram
his girlfriend posted on instagram and i saw it
a picture of that dude
i was maybe going to text him
i was maybe
going to text him
but then i saw his girlfriend
on instagram i saw his girlfriend
his girlfriend posted on instagram
a picture of that dude
so i didn’t text that dude
cause i saw his girlfriend
i woke up and my cats were on me and my arm was asleep
my arm was asleep
my arm was asleep cause my cats were on me
my cats, both of them,
two of them, my cats
were on it, one of them, one of my arms,
both of my cats
both of my cats were on one of my arms
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Haiku
Candle Flame
one candle flame
burning all alone by dark
in stillness wax lava
dripping in scent
down in fragrance aroma karma
sultry is flame heat
in the hours
of quested beauty of passion
tempting is desired harmony
lingering is wick
in the haunt of hour
by the darkness realm
Haiku
Candle Flame
By Deb Harman©
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Haiku
Dark Hello
Darkness is dusk
dreaming in shadows of daunting
hello is dark night
Dancing is ghostly
white soul by moon dearest
upon the misty surface
Waves in heavy
dreading of night windy dust
gritty is the cry hello
Dark in tremble
ghostly white is by moon
echoing the hello dark
Seldom in rage
haunting by gate of bay
to reside you dear
Haiku Dark Poetry
By Deb Harman ©
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Dark Hour
Dark hour
Is risen in fire
Eyes still by flame
Is risen in haunt
Night is crimson
Black is delectable
Ghost by the fire
Risen by the dark
Twined I dance by
Smoke of white aura
Risen is the spirit
In darkness of soul
Dark Hour
By deb Harman (c)
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Into the Seasons of my mind I wander.
The gentle laughter that teased my tender ears,
Of my grandmother and her friends meeting,
Like ladies used to do.
The aroma of fresh baked cookies, cakes and pies,
Wafting in the cool Autumn breeze.
Back when women baked and were proud of it,
Back when there was Time...
Time to gather and just be glad to be together.
No harmful gossip, just the joy of friends
Willing to help each other through trials
That Life throws.
The strength of velvet bonds
Tied together for the common good of all.
Leading by examples, not needing to pontificate
On the deportment young ladies should show.
And me, proud to be included.
My Grandma's Shadow, adding my
Youth and exuberance to the occasion.
Learning about Life on that vine covered porch.
My apron was sized for my small frame,
I wore a dress, like the ladies present always did.
My hair coiffed, just because
I wanted to make my Grandma proud.
Oh yes, those were the days.
Before emails and internet,
When we spoke to each other and
Learned how important communication truly is.
Days, when it was good for girls to look like girls
And be proud of approaching womanhood.
Not subservient, but a partnership
That made men proud.
Yes, those were the Days!
Unforced laughter,
Able to face the world without fear,
Because we knew "Good" would win.
I'm grown now, I don't always wear a dress.
I live in a "Man's" world, contrary to my early years.
But I still smell the baking cookies, pies and cakes.
I still sit on my front porch .
My heart remembers my childhood
Though I must adjust to this fast moving Life,
I will always carry in my Soul,
As I long for the days of Poise and Ivy.
Deb Nixon
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:18 PM UTC
Ghost in the wharf canal
Sweeps the surface of water lucid
Upon the lighting storm of rage
Darkness is luminous silent
Echoing is the call of the ghost
By the hour call of the black raven
The wharf of canal road is daunting
On the soul as the spiritual ghost
Creeps in the shadows of the wharf canal
In the mood so seldom so feared
Swimming the ghost is twined deep
In the water reaping for heart
From it's haunted depart
Trapped in the canal
Is the spirit of wharf of canal road
For eternal surface
Ghostly Wharf
By Deb Harman (c) 25/8/14
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
do you care to walk the darkness of alley
under the pitched moon of soul cries
haunting is wake upon the darkness alley
fearing a tremble to the spine
cold is the winter dark by misty smoke
lingering in the air surrounding dark
dormant in the still by the lamp post
flickering is the light above the dark alley
by the ghost of poet soul is
circle in the alley by midnight doom
by the gate by dark
Dark Alley
BY Deb Harman ©
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Soul Dark Of Poetess Heart
soul dark mysterious heart across divide
poetess heart aches pen in hand side
writings of thrill and dark twisted fate
mind is the books play upon date
soul dark haunting emotion of condensation
poetess heart aches pen in commission
dreaming in words war in dark shadow
mind is books play upon pail window
soul dark opened angel of wings broken
poetess heart aches pen in token
Soul Dark Of Poetess Heart (dark poetry)
By Deb Harman ©3/10/14
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
I opened my eyes to a crystal day.
Frost lay heavy on the ground.
I look at my darkened Christmas Tree.
There is silence all around.
No one else astir at all.
This is time for God and I.
So, in this quiet of time alone,
I wished this year good-bye.
I thanked God for His blessings.
So many, they were hard to count.
His Grace for mistakes I made,
Strength when troubles seem to mount.
I shed tears of happiness
With reflections of family and friends.
For the good times and laughter,
The times to make amends.
My tears continued flowing.
For my loved ones gone away.
Their memories bright as diamonds
For in my heart, they will always stay.
Yes, this year was one of trials.
But through tests, we are made strong.
With no promises of tomorrow,
I won't wait to right my wrongs.
I thank God for His Mercy,
His time He gives me, I'll use for good.
And never take for granted,
All the times I knew I could.
For now, I shed the pain of the past.
For the future, I'll grasp it tight.
Knowing God is in full control,
This next year will be brilliantly bright.
I share with you my prayers.
My loved ones, far and near.
We'll make our mark in 2011
God's blessings for this coming year!
Deb Nixon
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 2:56 PM UTC
Depression- Deb
Suicidal- Sue
Anorexia- Ana
Bulimia- Mia
Self- Harm- Cat
Schizophrenia- Sophie
Bipolar-Bri
ADD/ ADHD- Addie
Ednos- Ellie
OCD- Olive
Borderline- Bella
Paranoia- Perry
Insomnia- Izzy
Maybe, Just maybe our worst nightmares are real.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Light To Dark
Light is shining by sun angel wings -O- grace day
circles around in beauty of faith -O- oddity way
so surely blessing for the soul -O- tender joyful
light is magical radiant in heart -O- dear wonderful
Light love crossing by girth wings sing ,by sweet
look forever in majesty by mineral ,by no ache
beat a heart desire ,answer thee beat
sleep light enchant wings adored for delight,Light sleep
Dark comes by moon of desire sweet -O-attire
waiting in shadows wings embrace -O-dear admire
join me by my wings ajar come into my -O- demeanor
beat with me my friend by risque into my -O- dame manor
By the light of sun to the darkness of the moon
love will be your stir in the dark i touch you soul
dark is the love -O- heart is mine by the noon
Light To Dark
© by Deb Harman 1/12/14
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
love in the enchanting light
by the globe of forgiving sight
has a hold of your heart all mighty
see in passion creation of emotion
love in the diction of words embrace
by the world of carving of heart all ace
has a hold of your soul virtue of dance
see in passion creation of emotion
love in the justice of value faithful
by the connection in trust hopeful
has a hold of your spirit kind of nature
see in passion creation of emotion
love in the brave of circles fortune
by the treasure of classical all tune
has a hold of your sound of peace
Enchanting Light
By Deb Harman ©
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
In a box
trapped in a box
of darkened despair
no escape to light
feel deprived
no oxygen to breathe
so tight struggle
in your deepest darkest
hour
its a daunting struggle
of a darkened world
in a box
so cold chill as ice
hearts so cold dull
saddened of the fear
crippling with terror
as you shed that lonely tear
in a box
deepened by those thoughts
fighting to escape
for just that bit of air
body trembles just for that
little light
to seek from this box of
dark despair
in a box
so alone so alone
in that darkest hour
just wanting that little air to breathe
just that little light to shine
in the world deep dark despair
In A Box
by Deb Harman ©
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Oh mummy !
It's lunch time already
Deb son's house are set
At the family table
For dinner is about
To be served
Oh mummy,what take your time ?
I thought the market is near
Mummy, what kept you
That long ?
Thought your words
Never slipped
Why now ?
Mummy, why now ?
Mummy, should we fill the kettle for you ?
Should we fetch the fire ?
I can defrost the beef
If am permitted
Come quickly
Come quickly
Oh mummy, can we share the apples ?
Cath said we should go visit
To the Debson's house
Mummy should we ?
Eeehn mummy ?
Shouldn't we ?
Because I know
You are almost home
Robinson won't you go ?
Won't you come along ?
Who knows ?
She might have missed the last train
Maybe mummy met a long time friend
At the market square
Who knows
Whether she lost her purse.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
Passion By The Soul
Feel the rhythm through the dark
Loving meets the sanity of light
By the speed of ruled devour
Carving by the bleeding heart
Aches in vanity by soul
Gracefully over the surface night
Echo's call deep in dreaming
Silence but just one sound
Of heart ticking by the clock
By 2 by the morning dark
Passion is moving in trembles
By the soul tempting fate
Of awaken desire by atmosphere
By the earth so elegant
Feel the rhythm to spine thirst
Loving meets the sanity so slight
By the wild of illusion absorb
Magical by dame of darkness
Eternal for she poisoned in passion
By the soul
Passion By The Soul
By Deb Harman ©Sept/14
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
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Though we could not see the emblem,
we know who eachof the colours belong to
Sue's Kingdom of Ruikruya releases lilac paper lanterns,
Edmund's Chairis forest-green,
Sarita's Khaikar orange lanterns,
Omni's Khaniel silver,
Deb's Daegeral magenta,
Devon's Monait blue-violets,
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Kim's Geniael cream,
Emeka's Ghalali white,
Robin's Naeneiana periwinkle,
Fugue's Thavia blacks,
Fawn's Yuamor red-violets,
Yacov's Igrador olive-green,
Dawn's Khesian dandelion-orange,
Joseph's Eaqellurene bronze,
Jugnu's Enuryn jade-green,
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Fredrick's Emirinait mauve,
Yidna's Puhan indigo,
Rob's Balan sea-green,
Cne's Phelyra turquoise,
John's Khesian melon-red,
Xaela's Lonusea peach,
Aslam's Ikaesa deep plum,
Ayumi's Wadia tan-gold,
Brandon's Huarean ocher,
Sheila's Naizzuzia cornflower-blue,
Kikodinho's Izugalla in taupe,
Stars' Yurithireatha green-yellow,
Jobira's Zavalon in orange-red
and lastly, my Aurelinaea deep blue
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
The Venom
In the heat of darkness
the venom is circling your veins
cold is freaking rabbles
As scrambled the misty damp
ground of cemetery road
broken in pain of aching heart
tearing in the insides broad
Only one road to flee
from the pits of venom vile
it's a lonely struggles to keep
the faith in the tremor
To the angels of light savor
wake with freely from
the crawling venom leaking
in the veins of bodied creed
Only one road to flee
from the prudent smell by sin
it's stench is untidy of fear
in the air of darkness conduct
Searching in the sleep
wake with freely from
the crawling venom leaking
in the veins of bodied creed
to find the angel of light savor
By the side of light dawn rise
The Venom
By Deb Harman ©12/8/14
(Dark Poetry/Spiritual/life/Soul
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Dark Path Run
Deep into path darkness
running
fearing
tearing
dark path haunting
in the moon
shadows
vamping
fangs
in the mist by white
earl
smoke
circling the air
dreaded
darkness
night of terror
to souls
fearing fright
black so caped
is the vamping
fangs by the tremor
shake
shiver
quiver
tremble by freeze
cold
lucid
frost
running in the night
terror
eyes
white
so ghostly white
by the vamping
shadows
of fangs
delight
Dark Path Run
By Deb Harman ©
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
I love you
I've loved you all along
I needed you to stay
But I need to stay headstrong.
Not only for my siblings, but for me as well
I prayed, I prayed for you to stay alive...
Harper needs you
Dan needs you
Amber needs you
Deb needs you
I need you
We all do...
We drove all night
we didn't even get a bite
We drove all day
Just to see if you were okay
But... we brought you bouquets to say our goodbyes
I thought you would never leave us
When I see a picture of you I cry...
Inside or out I cry
I didn't want to say goodbye
But I did, and now you are in a better place
Still, it seems like I need your embrace to help keep me up
But I still love you
I've loved you all along
I am staying headstrong.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Come, enter into a forbidden world.
Truly, a most exclusive club.
Where membership is for the elite,
And ill-gotten coins do rub.
Faces painted as ****** masques,
To hide those lying eyes.
Promises made, but unfulfilled.
Trapped in a perfect guise.
Smoke-filled rooms, behind closed doors.
Not knowing with whom they slept.
Strangers meet from time to time.
Not caring of tears that wept.
Lives entangled, integrity lost.
The stench of perfume clouds the air.
Trust obsolete, what can we do?
Our very souls lay bare.
Shadowed eyes to draw one in.
Honey falls from puckered lips.
Hands clasp and arms embrace,
Crimson vows so rancidly drips.
With breathless anticipation.
We dare the ****** a second glance.
It's election time, oh, who to choose?
As politicians begin their Poll Dance.
Deb Nixon
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
May 27, 1998.
It was a Thursday at 7:50 p.m.
I was one of two.
"Name her Isabella, because she came out screaming. She's loud, like her grandmother."
My sister was 10 minutes later, quiet and feeble.
Her name, Andreana.
After my father Andrew, who wasn't there. He died two months earlier.
My mom, obviously she was there. But not really.
Atleast she wasn't around.
We had Jamie, and Erika, and Ausra, and Deb.
Me and my sister had eachother, and my brother, when he felt like it. When your dads dead and your mom works full time--because that's the only way to make a living.
You're really, well you're an orphan.
I remember when my mom went on business trips,
I'd bang my head on the wall because I was so miserable,
I'd cry myself sick.
I would sleep next to my sister and we'd look at the stars, I remember we used to stay up late and wait for her to get home. She'd hold me and whisper "soon."
As I felt the tears from her eyes gather in my hair, and rub against my skin.
My mom would bring us home gifts, as if gifts could mend our broken hearts. As if gifts replaced the love and attention we weren't getting.
I got to first grade and I stole from my teacher, I hung out with the "bad girl" in class and we used to bully this boy. My mom wondered why I had anger management issues and why I would lie.
She threw me into therapy, because she couldn't solve these problems on her own.
Except when I went to therapy all I wanted to do was play with the games. I just wanted someone to play with me.
I just wanted someone to care.
My nannies cared.
But they weren't my mom.
And eventually they left.
When they left, then we had Maria.
Maria pushed me into the wall when I was having tantrums and grabbed my face, told me to "stop misbehaving!"
I hated Maria.
My mom cared. She cared a lot. Maybe that was the problem.
She got so caught up in caring and making sure we were cared for that she forgot how to love.
When all the other kids parents came to the Halloween parade, I never saw my mom. My sister and I would sit together, while everyone else would sit with there mommies and daddies. But hey atleast we had eachother.
Right?
My mom wasn't able to make it to Shoreline or state championship track meets, or award nights because she had to work. She wasn't there when I became captain of the track team.
My best friends mom gave me a hug, i closed my eyes and pretended it was mine.
She cared, but she was never there.
I still looked for her face in the crowd every time I stood at that starting line.
Most times when I didn't see it, I wanted to cry, but the few times I did, I wanted to cry even harder.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
The day was hot, the hours long.
I couldn't wait to go home.
Covered in sweat, from toiling outside,
I was reeking of sandy loam.
The clothes dropped off on my way in,
I could hardly wait to shower.
The faucets running at top speed,
It would take more than solar power.
The steam rose up, the water poured,
At last! I found some bliss.
Scrubbed until I was glowing pink,
Not an inch of flesh I'll miss.
Finally calm, I relaxed a bit,
The vanilla scent made me smile.
My hair was clean, I felt brand new.
Now to get perky for a while.
Turbanned hair gave my eyes a lift.
I just knew my face would glow.
As I sashayed in my fluffy towel,
To the mirror, I turned to show.
As I wiped the mirror, so I could see,
I started in surprise!
Surely, THAT couldn't be me!
But, yep, the same green eyes.
The temporary face lift fell,
The cat-eyes started to droop.
Dreading to take the body towel off,
Fearing the rest just looked like ****
My oh my, where did it go?
That *** that looked so fab!
My age crept in when I was asleep,
And, turned me all to flab!
Deb Nixon
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
Ghost Souls Of The Sea
Ghosts
haunting the sea’s bay
echoing there cries out
from the shipwreck
that buried deep in the bay’s bed
of coven’s rock point
so chilling and spine writhed
daunting those waters currents
in the sea’s bay
ghosts circling wreck spiritual haunting
in it’s rusty foundations
it’s the souls ghost deathbed
of coven’s rock point
in the those murky waters of sea bay
haunting those that trespass
the daunting shipwreck in
the sea’s bay of coven rock point
that is embedded deep in the
bay’s seabed of ghostly soul daunt
Ghost Souls Of The Sea ©by deb Harman
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
The golden moon was halo cast,
As it rose above the trees.
You walked me silently, by your side,
We were caressed by scented breeze.
The silver rays beamed down on us,
Tranquility ruled this eve.
Night birds sang their soulful tune,
In magic, we could believe.
Stars were diamonds in our sky,
On ebony they dwelt.
Crowning Heaven in the night,
This awe on Earth we felt.
Fireflies were as pixies float.
This dream that was so real.
Fantasies raced the forest green,
The essense of loving thrill.
Peace reigned true, this velvet night.
You held me captive with blue eyes.
That bound me to you for all time,
You reduced me down to sighs.
Deb Nixon
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC