Long Debby Poems

I'm very lucky...writing poetry soothes my soul -


Rhonda was the only child of Ron and Debby Baker. 
Debby was a widow.  It was 1952…
And having been away from ‘41 to ‘43 -
fighting on the...

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"Debby Downer edition"     posted 5 Jul 2021

the chill pill you took this morning      appears to have been a placebo

misery loves company     ...

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It hurts when you realize your the person you never wanted to be
When your smiles are just a disguise to cover a frown
When laughter just comes when it hear everyone else s
When our torn down...

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Were going to the Florida Keys! Were going to Florida Keys!
As I mentioned we were on our way to the Florida Keys... 
it was my mother, father, my sisters and me the brother of the...

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Elsie the cow was slower than molasses,
that's why they finally decided to put her out to pasture.

With Stormin' Norman around you'd tremble with fear,
because all around him was lightning and thunder in the atmosphere.

I try...

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spring blesses with scent a mind 
encased in February’s mummy-swathe.
I drop my rags of winter 
stretch out on the warmed porch
thought steps lightly on to a carpet, 
woven of mist and aromatic perfumes,
which glides silently...

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The four-instrument orchestra
plays oldies and my favorite aria,
the listeners of different ages watch Debby,
the lovely violinist, who earns their instant sympathy;
they applaud and donate quarters and dollars 
for a cause that enriches every life changed...

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My phone rings and rings; my friends miss me.
I do not answer, not ready to be upbeat or entertaining.
I cannot stand a Debby Downer, so refuse to be one.

I am not ready to join the...

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Waiting for Him to Return

Wish my love would only return again
From place where he may have been
And so all alone I do sit here now
Asking God to help me get by somehow.

As the sleek ship...

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Tropical Storm Debby churns along,
The wind and rain belting out her song.
Gulf Coast residents hunker down,
As Debby slowly comes to town.

Her fury like a woman scorned,
She'll fight dirty so be forewarned.
She's no lady, this I...

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Soaked in Grace

By Mark D. Stucky
When partaking of communion,
“intinction” is the practice
of dipping the bit of bread
into a common cup.
The bottom of the bread
becomes soaked in wine,
and the bread and wine,
entwined, without separation,
are consumed together...

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