DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

WAY BACK WHEN

It was way back when

In her place that dreams are made

She was pretty as a flower

Ran beside many a fawn in her finest hour~

Quiet laying in the jasmine bubble

Where beauty and nature bestow their sweet intentions

The insatiable hunger of yesteryears.

Down at the bayou~

She was laying there for the taking

Marble and stone reflections

Waiting to embrace then surrender

Listening to the lone coyote of the night~

Trying to love the real you

In the mighty God of heaven

In a divided world of love and hate

Living in whispered praises

That adores waiting arms of the Great I Am!

Debbie Brooks. @.....

NOT A LOVE STORY

NO this is not a Love Story

but it is a story about love

about those that give into it

and the price they pay


and those that run away from it


because they are afraid


or they do not believe they are worthy of it


so, she ran away~

Sad, shy and lonely

she moaned love me now

her heart was crushed

forevermore-that’s what she had heard

obliterated, melting into one~

Being the first, she thought

this must be the forever one

no, he couldn't get away

so there she was deep in love,

feeling alive, rightly so

in a whirlwind of time

nights spent screaming, nightly dreams

times of yesterday ~

Story of love, not a love story

story of life, not a heart story

story of fear, so afraid

that’s the day she ran away~

Debbie,, @

FLOWERS AND BUTTERFLIES

Flowers and Butterflies

I do declare

Kisses my cheeks

Sent from heaven, was whispered lightly to me~


A message said there were plenty


Thank you for choosing me


My sister Susan said ‘hurry hurry’


Don’t forget my sister Deb, it’s her birthday today~

Jesus laid His hand on her arm

Your sister will be so happy

Don’t you despair!

Jesus feels our heart the love we both share~

The leafs were shaped like stars

Butterflies flew around

The mist was circling

Drifting on soft curtains veil~

Icy cold wind was breathing

and kissing leaves of frost

Summer came and went,

as the stars grew tired at night~

A wintered snow in a mirrored lake

flowed around the stars

As the flowers grew where ancients

legends post~

Found much peace in the heavenly realms

Sweet sweet sisters you really are

With these flowers~

Always remember God

is Pure Sweet Love!

Dedicated to my Facebook Sister

Susan Joyner Stumpf

Debbie @

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD: Lives In Tennessee USA. She is a published author of 47 books. You can find her on Lulu.com, Amazon and Barnes and Noble.