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Deborah Burrows Poem
Water, Water, Everywhere
Water, water everywhere,
In yards, houses and even cars,
Animals scramble to higher ground,
Dark, Angry Clouds hover above,
Thunder belts its fury,
Spilling the depths of its rage
Upon earth's vulnerable bed,
The sun tries fighting back,
But sun is no match for water,
For water's strength wins the battle,
All surrender to its great power.
Toys, rugs, clothes and chairs succumb,
Drapes collapse from their burden,
Enough, enough earth yells out,
But there is no stopping water now.
It gushes, it rushes and races,
Like a valiant soldier it charges,
Mercilessly destroying everything,
What fury, what relentless energy!
Water laughs in the face of its victims,
Bashing, crushing and thrusting,
Leaving nothing in its way,
Water, Water, Everywhere!
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Looking back, I could not see,
But now my eyes are wide open,
You did not have wealth,
You did not have fame,
As the world sees it.
But what you gave me
Was a gift for all eternity.
You taught me to
Season my words with kindness,
Forgive the unlovely,
Ease the hurts of others,
Be a friend to the friendless,
Value friends and family.
My gift for all eternity!
I look in the mirror of life and I see you,
People say, “you look like your mother”,
I proudly exclaim, “how right you are!”
As long as I live, I will be grateful for you,
You will live forever within me.
My gift for all eternity!
And now I want to be that gift.
A gift to my children and their children,
Thank you, mother, for everything,
For giving me a rich eternal legacy.
My gift for all eternity!
Deborah (22/04/05)
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Many years ago as we've been told
Pilgrims landed on America shores
Remembered for their gifts of love
Shared with natives living there
Surviving those long winter months
Who would have thought
Their kindness would cross the seas
To our small Bahama Land!
We celebrate Thanksgiving
With turkey and pumpkin pie to!
It is a time to give God thanks
For richly blessing our Bahama Land!
The adoption of this tradition
Inspires us to reach out to those in need
And draw closer to our divine purpose
To be sincerely thankful for all God has done!
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Deborah Burrows Poem
Drama Queen
The world Is her oyster
And she is its pearl
Attention she seeks
Like no other goal!
Says a lot of nothing
And gets what she wants
Never giving in,
Nor giving up!
Being seen is her sport
Grabbing the attention
Attracting an audience
Is her ultimate aim!
Fashion is her passion
Looking her best
Never to be outdone,
For attention she craves!
The world is her stage
And she is its star
Making a scene
Is what she is all about!
Drama Queen
Carries no scepter
Wears no golden crown
But earned a deserved title
Drama Queen!
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Born in a country that is a paradise,
Free to worship God as we please,
Free to express our mind by any means,
Determined to foster democracy for all.
Taught the value 'everyone counts',
No matter what creed, color, or race,
Lending a hand is what we are about,
Living at peace with neighborly love.
Enjoying our rich, unique, and diverse culture,
Feasting on its smorgasbord of aphrodisiac delights,
Possessing a rhythm that can not be beaten,
Pulsating sounds of goatskin drums evoking dance.
Learned from our forefathers the wisdom of life,
Practice dedication, sacrifice, and courage with love,
Is the key to open doors which leads to success,
Who am I? Bahamian, that is who I am.
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2021
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Who is that ?
Who stares at me
Within the lovely frame.
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
Most Familiar but odd
A stranger who puzzles me
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
With doubled chin
And quivering lips
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
With silver tresses
Hanging Painfully thin
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
Am I dreaming?
Its not possibly me.
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
With wrinkled lips
And Sagging cheeks.
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
Who hurts my eyes
To look upon its face
Mirror do tell!
Who is that?
Those eyes are mine
They do not tell a lie
Mirror it is truly I
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Students at Work
See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Sleepless night, in the early morn
Off to rush, rush, in Junkanoo!
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Dancing in the streets
Wearing crocus sacks and rags
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Making music with dry poinciana pods
Rocks in cans and goat skin drums
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Scrapping saws and scrub boards
banging on tin wash tubs
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Adorn in cactus painted masks
Topped with corn tassel sprigs
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Not having store bought gifts
But delicious fruits and cake galore!
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Going to candle light service
In celebration of Jesus’ birth
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
The spirit of Holidays was alive
On smiling faces everywhere
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Where well wishes echoed around
As carolers sang by candlelight
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Each year Christmas is special for me
As I remember my Christmas' Past
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Five PM - A Jungle
Tires screeching,
Fan belts squealing,
Bumper to bumper,
Crawling like snails,
Horns blaring,
Engines raring,
Poison spewing,
Tempers flaring,
People Swearing,
Sweat dripping,
Predators on the loose,
Darting in and out,
Running traffic lights,
Scurrying here and there,
Police in hibernation,
Five PM - It's a Jungle!
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2011
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Deborah Burrows Poem
The Pothole
The road was slippery and hazardous,
Torrential rainfall flooded the narrow streets,
trying to avoid holes, I traverse,
My cherry red Honda overheats.
Thump! Weird sound beneath my car.
Whoa! I plunged into a dreaded pothole,
A tire I blew, and I don’t have a spare.
Thank God. It is not a massive sinkhole.
Gushing rain and the howling wind,
I yelled for help from some kind individual,
Despite the worried look from a swirling mind,
My rescue was nothing less than a miracle.
Copyright © Deborah Burrows | Year Posted 2021
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