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Debra Lynn Poem
My marriage took place on this day
a few thousand pages ago
nestled somewhere in between
a wistful dream
and some silly reality show
We started out like frick and frack
the joker and his queen
There were no better suited
For the things we’d plan and scheme
Friday night was the night
to savor a fine bottle of wine
Sharing stories of our childhood
short quips line by line
We’d turn on music and dance
to reminiscent tunes
and laugh as we swayed about
our dimly lit up room
We’d often stop our silliness
and talk about our plans
For building a life we’d both delight
as we grew older
hand in hand
I can’t remember the day
our Fridays seemed to stop
It must have been the time
our lives began to flop
All the dreams and silly schemes
We’re suddenly too much
to fit into our busy lives
Our hands no longer touched
I often wonder how it is
two as perfect as us
Would let ourselves forget
to remember
why we loved so much
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Debra Lynn Poem
Where are all the rhyming poems
A sentence of imprisonment inside a world
of unmarked tombs
inside the womb
that echoes out
I think that I shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree...
The tree has lost its eyes
Now shadow shaped silhouettes
A posthumous disguise
Stretching out at moments
I am unprepared to hear
Instead of gliding through
to warmly fill my ears
With vision plucked
and footsteps stuck
Will I ever dance again?
Without the muse,
can the artist
simply just pretend?
miles to go before I sleep...
No easy wind
and downy flake
For-telling of a
Whispered
carefully etched mistake
My mind once graced
with pleasured rhyme
each step I can retrace
A staggered life
to a wandering horse
To search the endless trails
For his sole lost rider
what a harrowing
and sad travail !
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Debra Lynn Poem
When a child cries inside
their tears will never show
Their life is full of masking hurt
so not a soul will know
The pain and anguish seeping out
on every blessed dream
till all that’s left is a life of woes
flowing all up stream
To every branch and every corner
all hope soon disappears
The exhausted fight to one day find
that purely fallen snow
to echo humble visions
of a peaceful safe abode
When a child cries inside
it doesn’t come and go
It walks beside their every step
a dreadful lifelong foe
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Debra Lynn Poem
There She Will Be
Though the breath will leave the host
the soul will reign
with Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Oh what a place for her to be
Where treasures surpass all jubilee
When you feel a gentle breeze
that holds a scent
of prior years and times well spent
Know she’s there to let you know
she’s never going to let you go
Her hugs her kisses
her loving embrace
Will be in the sun
that shines upon your face
Embrace the sun embrace the breeze
For where they are there she will be
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Debra Lynn Poem
The Mirror
I looked into a mirror
and wondered what I had seen
it was a tiny child
I don’t know where she’d be
She was no more than 3 or 4
No plight upon her face
No frets, no worry
An unbridled flurry
of simple endless grace
I said dear girl don’t you doubt
the world is hard to figure out
You’ll find your steps will soon be drawn
in lines along the sand
In good time it will all unwind
your mysteries at hand
I looked into a mirror
and there beside a chair
there stood this youthful woman
with baby’s breath amidst her hair
Look at you the old and new
a speckle of baby blue
A life of dreams sewn in the seams
of that pure and perfect garb
I said dear woman don’t you worry
and most of all please no hurry
Beset the fullness of that smile
all along the spotlight aisles
yet before your feet
In every fork upon the branch
this tree has yet to give
A life set down upon a frown
is not a friends reprieve
I looked into a mirror
and there held in your arms
a quiet squirming ever yearning
blossom of your tree
Beset upon your face
I see that hard held smile
You’ve carried those words ever true
for this your grandest aisle
I looked into a mirror
a star filled sky of times
The quest to all
the worlds
wonders, whats and whys
It’s in this mirror I have seen
each cloud of doubt pass by...
None were there for long enough
I am sure I know just why
It’s in that mirror always there
at the corner of each view
A recalled tiny child
The child I call you
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Debra Lynn Poem
‘Tis the season with all the scents
Like thistle leaves of pine ferments
Burning logs sweet frankincense
A season of reflective white
whimsical feathered snowy bright
Crystals shape an eyes delight
To treasure kindred interludes
A time of blessed fortitude
questing for in perpetude
Peering through shadow window panes
A glimpse of heaven I do claim
Grasping onto seasons Reign
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Debra Lynn Poem
Spring-
Springtime birds sway through the air
To sanction a love for a lifetime to share
In search of a sound
that quickens their heart
To find of their very own
perfect pitched Lark
Shaping a nest
in a strong sturdy tree
A humble abode sprouts a loved family
Summer-
Summers filled with playful times
Soaring together a lifetimes climb
Sprinkled with plentiful loving retreats
A life now filled all set and complete
Fall-
Leaves begin to lose
the brilliance of green
shaped now into hues
somewhere in between
Each shade they reveal
of their shared growing tree
Each shade a reflection
of each other they see
Winter-
Cold and stormy snowy nights
A comforting hold of a loved one so tight
Whispers together reminiscent memory
Minds tickled by the years sensory
Each leaf that once graced their
bountiful tree
Entangled together and drift off asleep
Paired forever in a cosmic cling
together they soar as they blissfully sing
Eternally leaning on each others
out stretched wing
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Debra Lynn Poem
The Eve
On this night a ball falls down from heights seen in the sky
It’s not amongst the heavens
In the midst of silent gray
It falls upon bricks and steel
A second in time awaits
A worldly gasp to yet unfold thoughts of yester years
The stalling seconds of frosted breath an ode to end the day
A wish upon a falling star a kiss to lead the way
A tear A tear...
A languishing yet hurried hope
for a blessed and brand new year!
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Debra Lynn Poem
Brightness of the sun
felt slowly moving by
Fiery red
seen just beneath
each gently closed shut eye
Tiniest of water drops
surface upon a golden
skin terrain
Shimmering like dancing drops
of barely felt cool rain
Soothing sound of waves
an orchestrated song
Repeat inside my head
A lullaby
So gentle
yet fiercely strong
Patiently awaiting
an Invisible, unexpected breeze
To gently flow over me
A cooling yet momentary
reprieve...
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Debra Lynn Poem
Have you ever listened
as a whisper lands on ear
I’m sure its still echoing
inside those tiny drops of tears
Have you ever listened
to unrequited love
I liken it to the roaring sound
of a single wandering dove
Have you ever listened
to a heart when it breaks
I’m told it’s rather silent
but that must be a mistake!
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