DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

A FREE SPIRIT WAS SHE

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 anymore

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

Of I love you~

Hearts break and bend

Oh 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 days to come~

“That was the day she saw the Son"

Deborah Brooks Langford

SHE REMEMBERS HIS WORDS-

Free Verse

Do not be afraid

She heard him say

“I am here to hold you, dear.”

Her stillness became acquiescence to her still

It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say

But her heart knows the better

The disgrace was still the footnote

The night wind made a faint whisper

Telling her over and over

The time has come and gone

Forget the pain of evermore

Dancing took her to a time

Her feet would fly and fly

Sweeping steps of every beat

To see those days that would go by

Just to remember his words so dear

To clear her mind of pain

The slightest motion of his hand

To kiss the smiles she must be

The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air

Klung, klung, klung of the wood

Reminding her he was there

She remembers his words.

The faint breeze lifted her veil

But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago

With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote

The songs were sung to her heart

Etched forever more this day

With colored hair ribbons all so new

Ponytails askew;

He took her hand to strange places that were so few

On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss

She remembers the words he spoke

The bell tolled once and then twice she heard

Sound exploded and glass flew

As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly

The pain of it all so gone

Just to remember the words he spoke

The farther and farther he tolled

The longer and longer she was gone

So now the years have passed

The pain is as she remembers

And the WORDS HE SPOKE

Were so light

That it still tore her heart.

AS SHE REMEMBERS HIS WORDS THIS NIGHT

POETESS Deborah Brooks Langford

IF STORIES BE TOLD IN THE LAND OF THE FREE

Let it be known in this land of the free

That freedom is not easy to be

Spoon-fed, there are no more songs to be sung

So let us cry a tear of fear~

In a spirit free world there is so much to lose

We weep as a nation as our rights are disappearing

Our roots are not old, but if truth be told

We all come from somewhere~

It's not right that we hurt the innocent

Kick to the curb the poor~

Look at us as a nation, as people that love this land

Help us to be the best we can~

We don't need more wars. Memories of those we can't control

In this tortured land that we can't comprehend

Where our inner thoughts are up for grabs

Please, Our New President, just understand~

Our fields need crops

Our children need homes

Love of the family should not be a memory

Our weeping veins cry out to you

Of a world left pained in misery~

This is the land of the free~ Let stories be told~

Poetess

DEBORAH

BROOKS LANGFORD