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Life

Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear 
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you, 
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self 
life is many things my dear 
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear. 
But you are not alone.
I am here. 


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The Day Her Garden Died

The day her garden died
Her husband was out of town.
She was all alone that night,
She had an unwelcome guest, 
He ravished her over and over til her inside was sore
She wanted to die that night, she was so ashamed,
and she never told a soul. 

The day her garden died
was the day she got the news
That the baby she carried inside of her 
Would never be born
For she had a fatal virus
The baby was now dead.

The day her garden died
Was the day her husband left her
He said she, should stay away from him
Her life was just too dim
That night she cried in agony
Her anguished gnawed within her 
And she couldn't stand the pain

The day her garden died
was the final straw, she was driven to madness
she lost everything, 
Now she's been put into confinement
for fear that she might kill herself
She wanted to take her own life
to end her misery...


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This cosy love

This cosy love

In guess I could rave on, and on
About every little thing
I could write about those sensual things
And the way our two hearts sing
When we lie there together
But it's so much more have we
We have this thing together
All filled with mystery.

You be the grand earth mother
As me, I be the child
You're ways are from the earth itself
You're tame where I'm still wild
Everything's so practical
With you, but not with me
Oh yes, we two be opposites
And yet I love you madly.

And even now, at seventy
There's nothing really changed
You're still the perfect lady
And you still think me strange
But I'm always going to love you
Just the way that you love me
And even when these shells are gone
This fact shall always be.
23 September 2013 @ 0530hrs


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My Husband

My Husband!
My Husband is the man of my dreams, my fantasies, and so much more. He can take my breath away with just a whisper of things to come. I can’t help but look at him and think my husband; the man of my life, forever mine.
My husband looks and acts professional as he lectures to a large group of people. They seem to linger on his every word learning as much as possible in the allotted time with him. He is smart and well-dressed but underneath a wild side that I know so well is there waiting to come out.
My husband playing while kayaking; splashing like only best friends and lovers would do. A kid at heart he shares his lunch and takes pictures to show his friends. He wants the world to know how fun it was and we plan to go again. So proud am I of my husband, best friend, and lover.
My husband has helped so many of my dreams come true. If you can dream it, then you can do it he would say. As frustration came, he my husband and fantasy would rescue me. My husband set my dreams soaring high as together we found a place the world could never touch us!
My husband is my soul mate and so much more that words can’t describe. Nothing can take him from me; for out of my dreams and into my life made special for me, my husband is everything I could ever want or need. Drawn to him somehow night and day our hearts beat as one. Together nothing is impossible as we share a love and bond that not even in death will we part. Our souls will hold one another forever!
Debbie Knapp	
06/04/2013


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The Winged Man and His Wife

Once in a land full of life
At least that's what I was told so
There lived a happy man and his wife
Who smiled and watched the birds go

One day as they were watching the birds
The old man had flipped his hat
For he had said only a few words
And it was that he could fly like that

The wife then began to frown
For the man had simply gone mad
So she got ready to leave the town
Which made the cheery guy sad

He swore to her that he would fly
So the wife had grabbed her things
She opened the door and said bye
And when she left, the man sprouted wings

A few years had come and gone
The wife grew old and watched time pass
One day when sitting, she heard a song
That sounded from her fifth floor window glass

'my love,' it said, 'I now have wings.
my love,' it went on, 'I wish you would see me fly.
my dear, come look at me, drop your things.
I wait by your window, perched in the sky.'

The wife got up and looked out the pane
She froze at the sight she had saw
Her husband flying, or was she insane?
He smiled at her dropped jaw.

'My love, come with me. Fly in the sky.'
'I can't,' she shook her head
'oh come on. climb out. I promise you won't die.'
So she climbed out, and was never seen again.

(this is fictional)


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MOONLIT NIGHT WITH MY LOVE

The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we
stopped to play in the sand.

Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed
at me.

I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to
stay and play.

I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him
shining through. 

Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home.

The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could
force me to resign.


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Starcrossed Tragedy

A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy


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China sets

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues 
 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
 and watch the good neighbors stroll by 

Cause he’s something to look at
Can pick him out from bustling restaurant
  just by his gait

Cause he’s something to look at
got a wide mouth, gaping grin 
 always fashionably late. 

When he’s nervous, 
his posture is fleeting. 
it’s unfitting, 
because he’s got the world together. 

When he’s nervous, 
his words 
string together like magnets 
across a refrigerator door. 

But then-
I’ll say something ‘bout my world views
and you’ll suddenly deliver the quickest line 
and I’m laughing
finally i’m light 

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues 
 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
 and watch the good, good neighbors stroll by


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Don't ever steal her man

Don’t ever steal her man

She’s the perfect little lady
The greatest wife of all
Most people who would know her
Will say ‘she’s wonderful’
She be a loving mother
A cook of some renown
But if you try to take her man
Then she’ll soon put you down.

She’s filled with generosity
She’d give you her last dime
She’ll never hurt another
She’d not commit a crime
She has a lovely temperament
She likes to have her fun
But if you try to steal her man
Then hey, you’d better run.

She’ll always sacrifice herself
And leave herself to last
Her heart is filled with so much love
Her magnitude is vast
But if you hurt her children
Or try to steal her guy
Then you had better flee from her
Or you might even die.

24 April 2014 @ 0900hrs.


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MOVING POEM

"Write your dreams," said Carolyn Kizer,
(She, the wiser of our workshop fools.)
New rules for us, so I rise from bed, 
still cordoned in sleep to record this one 
of many in which you star, now far 
away, to help you pack, knowing you'd be 
back always, from where without me,
time took you.  In the midst of this, 
you turned to embrace and enter me 
with such ferocity of passion as was your 
fashion, anyway; the door shut against all 
comers, no pun intended,  until our first-
born knocked and entered as he did 
that February day so long ago, and when 
you were gone, he said, "I never thought 
of you as lovers," and I said, laughing, 
"How did you think we got you? by 
divine design and direct intention. " 
Husband of late, you attend me now, 
it seems, only in  the parallel 
universe of dreams.


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