Best Deanna Poems
Deanna likes her old fashion pink plastic snap curlers.
Has brought them to Ethyl at the beauty shop since 1968.
Hair has survived fifty-one years of the same style
Unfortunately, when she gets there she is told Ethyl has passed.
She trusts none of these other whippersnappers.
What would they know about pink snap curlers?
She doubts they could pop them together, let alone brush her out.
Teasing is probably something they have never been taught.
What about the special cans of hairspray Ethyl keeps for her?
“I can do it, Miss Deanna,” one of the young ones says.
She shakes her head sadly.
She did not even get here until about twenty-five years ago.
What would she know about it?
She leaves clutching her pink snap curlers, angry at Ethyl for dying.
This is her third bad experience this week.
What is up with all these seventy year olds?
What is this need they have to die?
“I wish you were here” By: Deanna Lambert
I wish you were here
Telling me it’s going to be alright
When I stay up all night
I just want you to know
That you’ll never leave my heart
For you have an irreplaceable hold that will never rest
And I hope you know that you’ll always be the best
But there is a reason for everything
And that’s why I hope you’re happy
Because I miss you so much
I do wish you were here
To tell me to never fear
For you’re always here
I hope you know
I won’t forget that you’re watching
Making sure I’m always safe
What more could I ask for?
Maybe for you to stay a little more…
But it was time
To take you away
And don’t you ever think
That anyone will take your place
No matter what
Because you’re the one I wish was here
Standing near
Telling me that it’s going to be alright
Deanna beautiful as the morning sun
Eager to get the job done
All blessings are in her path ,
Nothing can stop her, she will never be last
Needless to say these are her words
Aspiring, and beautiful haven’t you heard?
This luetinnant commander , of the data kind , seeks girl with Beverley crusher
Like boddy & Deanna Troy like mind ! Plus leeta Alexander like hair and
Patty yasutake like eyes and big barda like armor & Julie newmare like thize !
In a year , win thairs an orbital eluhvaytor that we can tayk up 2 the
Space stations , & then shuttle 2 luner coloney b-yond all nayshuns !
Maybe we can have brunch at the sea of trankwilitty ,
In a domed city , using no super aybilitty !
Wair we can watch starships cumming out of the faktorry !
Wile we are eating a 10 sandwich meal , called the sandwich snack-torrey !...
Empty
By Deanna M Malone
Afraid to live
not wanting to die
always teary eyed.
\Full of emotion
Yet empty inside.
\Lifes promises broken
I love you never spoken.
\I was given to you to love cherish
and protect.
\Another house
never a home.
\Roots never laid
friends never made
\I'm just a child you know
how will I ever grow.
I SIT HERE AT WORK WISHING I WAS WITH YOU
INSTEAD OF BEING HERE WITH SO MUCH TO DO
YOUR LOVE FILLS ME WITH HAPPINESS
YOUR SOFT TOUCH A SWEET CARESS
THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE THE GLEAM IN YOUR EYE
I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU ARE MINE
HOW I LONG TO HOLD YOU TIGHT
BUT INSTEAD I STAY AND WORK THREW THE NIGHT
EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU THERE
I KNOW IN MY HEART HOW MUCH YOU CARE
MY ONLY WISH IS TO ALWAYS BE WITH YOU
FOREVER AND ALWAYS I WILL BE TRUE
FOR NEVER WILL I HAVE A WONDERING EYE
AND NEVER WILL I HURT YOU OR MAKE YOU CRY
YOU ARE MY LOVER,MY WIFE,AND MY FRIEND
I WILL WORSHIP YOU UNTILL THE VERY END
ILL NEVER STOP TELLING YOU HOW MUCH I CARE
AND IF YOU NEED ME ILL ALWAYS BE THERE
YOUR LOVE KEEPS ME GOING IN THE DARKEST OF DAYS
AND I FEEL YOUR WARMTH IN SO MANY WAYS
FROM THE WAY THAT YOU HOLD ME TO THE WAY THAT YOU SMILE
YOU MAKE ME FEEL HAPPY LIKE IM A CHILD
WHEN IM HERE AND YOUR THERE AND I MISS YOU EVER SO
I THINK ABOUT HOW WHEN I GET HOME IM GONNA HOLD YOU AND NEVER
LET YOU GO.
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO YOU AND IS COMPLETELY SINCERE
I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER DEANNA MY DEAR
a fellow atheist who was making a peanut-butter & jelly sandwich one afternoon
while her pesky neighbor continued to make noises on the other side of the paper-thin
walls
(annoying the bejesus out of her),
gripped the butter knife in her hand
letting all the murderous fantasies enter
(how easily said neighbor could be made to stop said noises)
which would allow her to begin enjoying her saturday again &
yet that thing we call a conscience
stepped in & slapped her silly
(as it does every time),
bringing her back to the world where she was virtually powerless,
as calling the super would only escalate the situation,
that is, if he even showed up &
yes, she could go further, calling them coppers,
but they would show an even greater amount of
indifference---
she knew that once they were done with their little afternoon romp,
that things would quiet down
(as prior experiences revealed),
but the wait would be excruciating.
a jealousy grew within---
this feeling came from knowing that
if she walked out the door, knocked on the neighbor’s,
waited until they answered & then
massacred the two of them in cold blood,
that she’d have nothing to use as an excuse like so many good believers---
you see, she couldn’t stand before the judge & say that
“satan” had told her that the two she killed had “demons” in them
so she fulfilled her duty of sending them off to “hell,”
like Andrea Yates did when she drowned her 5 young children, Mary, Luke, Paul, John & Noah in a bathtub in 2001---
she would certainly not be able to say with a straight face
that “god” had told her to smash two of her son’s heads like a pumpkin in her front yard,
like Deanna Laney in 2004 &
she definitely knew that unlike Dena Schlosser, who cut her 10 month old baby’s arms off (as well as beginning to try & cut her own arm off via her shoulder) while listening to a hymn in hopes of offering them to “god,”
she just wouldn’t be able to get away with such
privileges of faith &
it just made her eat that pb & j quicker
so she could go for a walk
until her neighbor stopped ****ing.
Deanna's waiting
With all the emotions of a young women cascading
Now the bend in the creek
Makes her knees weak
And her thoughts of this man are
Filling a heart set to clamour
You bet her sighs matter
When we met in our eyes
It was love at first sight
So don't let this moment end
Or it's my heart that'll rend
I didn't know a dance
Would kindle romance
And Deanna would have to wait for her chance
It was more than a game
but now i see that it is lame
i have opened my eyes
just playing it causes demise.
the main source that is powering
is not the one that is empowering
the power is called mana
the one for me is Deanna.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to be a part?
There love burns like the eternal flame deep within your heart.
Have you ever needed someone so much that without them you just cry?
Like a love that last forever and will never die.
Have you ever wanted someone so much that they never leave your mind?
As if to be with them some how stops all time.
Have you ever found someone that is truly your best friend?
Someone who always has the time with you to spend.
Have you ever found someone that makes your heart race?
Just thinking of her kiss and the way that she tastes.
Have you ever found a girl who tastes like a sweet peach?
A girl who with one look can stop your speech.
Have you ever found a women who will give her heart to you?
A women who will promises to always be true.
I found this women who i thought was just a dream.
Now i know what true love is i know just what they mean.
Many poets talk of women and compair them to many things.
Like the beauty of a flower or the song that a bird sings.
But she is so wonderful that nothing ive experienced can even compair.
To the way she feels when shes in my arms and just knowing she is there.
So as i finish this i would just like to say.
Deanna i love you more each and every day.
Paris is about attitude and the art of slow living, where nothing’s urgent and everything’s fine.
But if you’re in school, that’s not true. I just began a group project (gp), and to paraphrase William Shakespeare, the storm has come again! GPs are big affairs with slow moving parts, like conceptualization and collaboration - and all that happens before any actual work is done.
Some cultures treat deadlines like casual suggestions but I get absolutely hinky in the loom of deadlines - I pace, chew fingernails and fret.
The other day, a TA (teaching assistant) asked me if I was trying to “prove something.”
The French invented ‘laze faire.’ after all, but I’m American enough to have dismissively said,
“I’d like to prove I can complete the assignment on time.”
Let’s get poet-y..
A trial comes, like a cloud, so dark it should thunder
but there’s no bromide, offer of shelter or tent to mock the storm,
it’s for us - as strangers - to return results which opinion crowns fair.
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Let’s sing the blues:
O.K. I'll Play the Blues - Deanna Bogart
Emotions and Math - Margaret Glaspy
Preachin' Blues by Larkin Poe
Know Me
By Deanna Malone
The leaves have fallen the sky is gray,
no birds are singing to help brighten the day.
I start my day with a smile in place
for all to see I have dignity and grace.
\My saddness hidden i'm on my way,
to a job that doesn't quite pay.
\For here I am, mother, father,
friend and foe,instructor,provider
and the list goes on and on you KNOW.
\I strive for growth,perfection and peace,
I must give totally of myself
there are young ones I must reach.
\I am shaping the minds of Doctors, Lawyers,
Preachers,and Teachers.
\Though unappreciated I move forward,
with a light in my eyes anda song in my heart,
I must always be fair, kind and just for in
my hands the future you intrust.
\Do you Know me now? I am teacher indeed
and its not about what Igo through only about a childs needs.
in 1923 girl babies were named Nancy, Susan and Ann
boy babies were christened John, Michael, and Joe
then the flappers came along and changed everything
Now girls could be Lois, Louise, and Edna
Boys were approved for names like Samuel and Zeb
During the depression years babies were suffering
They were named for grandparents
Jim, Stuart, Johnathan, Eunice, Maude, Bessie
During the fifties, it was vogue to name your children with the same letter
A family could have Dirk, Deke, Deanna, Dillion and Dwayne
Maurice, Marlene, and Margo lived across the street.
In the sixties names were borrowed from Presidents
Back to the Johns and Samuels, I am not sure about girl names
Seventies arrived; now okay to name your children Freedom and Rainbow
After that, it has been everything and anything goes
Shanty, River, Drake, Tulip, Apple, Bedpan
Baby books cannot keep up with the flow
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God made me and God made you hues of every kind
Your blood is as red as mine, and the love of God within us
Blurs the color line.
Grace is clear, salvation free there should only be love between you
And me.
We have only one Father who loves us one and all he has no respect of person
So why do you make that call.
Adjust your attitude, with loving patient deeds, be kind, caring, with understanding,
your words should not hurt, and break they should only fill a need.
Holy Spirit fill our hearts, so our words do not offend, for we are all your children and each other’s friend.
Deanna Malone
Phones
Hydrophone,
Xylophone,
Saxophone,
Homophone,
Megaphone,
Microphone,
Dictaphone,
Telephone,
Why oh why can’t I find my CELLPHONE!!
Deanna Malone