DEBBIE BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBBIE BROOKS

LANGFORD

WE SURVIVE

We are not skinny we are getting older.

We have a few pounds and more age

But we are alive and trying to survive~

We cry and work and just want to love 


We are poets.


We are authors we are mothers and lovers~

Yes BUT We survive~

People come against us.

We cry.

But Oh Wow oh wow!!

We shake it off and we survive~

We have our best friends.

But some come and go

But dam we always survive~

We love our Awesome God

We believe in faith and love

And we have evil forces come against us

But guess what? WE survive~

It doesn't matter what we look like

We love. We hope ~ we adore. . But

Dam we survive~

And shame on the men that turn their noses up at us~

We STILL SURVIVE~

Debbie Brooks @ 2016

IMMORTALIZED POETESS

An Immortalized poetess against the echoing

solid walls of time.

In bare feet she dances her muse in verdant green meadows

of soft carpet in a bottomless valley;
tracing her fingertips along the gnarled lines
of a dying oak and bid it farewell~

Bathing in babbling brooks that giggled at

her tiredness dried oneself in the wispy autumn winds.

Upon mountaintops, she has squeezed sunsets between

her forefinger and thumb and slowly opened them again to

the shimmering glow of a new red moon~

She has slept beneath a canopy of universes and composed

dreams against shimmering stars;

Built wet sandcastles fit for Queens on foreign shores

and fed them to the ravenous world~

Cascading waterfalls were written tumbling

muse, while angelfish nibbled at dropped metaphors.

In the Eastern Islands, she flew stars built from

forest of marsh and fiber palms until they were lost

by drifting lonely clouds~

The return to a new day awaits, and a thousand more

miles beneath her feet before this life is drawn complete.

Awakening a memory, she closes her eyes

and the colors of life’s possibilities explode beneath crying lies~

Debbie Brooks@ Oct. 28, 2016

"CHURCH BELLS RANG"

Church Bells Rang from Heaven

on this sunny day,

as she stood one last time with 
feelings that 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

AUTHOR DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD lives in Tennessee USA.. author of 43 books. You can find her on LULU.COM AND AMAZON