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Deborah Foster Poem
i don't know what to say here,
i don't know why i try
i only know that when i see you
a part of me dies.
your skin is so pure
white as fresh laid snow
lush, full hair flowing
I wish I was your beau
i could get lost in your
clear blue eyes
forever and a day
so big and round in size
Your legs so long
supple and taunt
peeking from your skirt
legs of a debutante
your crooked tooth
peeling cracked lips
and all that pie
goes straight to your hips.
still, i could love you
love is blind after all
i have felt a stir
give me your number so i can call
but!
you smell, oh do you smell
my nose hairs coil
and my toes do curl
did something in you spoil?
the smell is half way rotten eggs
and putrid old warm milk
how i long to hold
and wrap you up in silk
but the stench is far too much
it's you i'll never touch.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Deborah Foster Poem
The blue green waves crash
Into my mind with vicious hate.
My being rips with a slash.
The eternal ocean does smash
Against the waves of eternal fate
The blue green waves crash.
My memories become a brown ash
Whilst it's me you berate
My being rips with a slash.
Melodramatic thoughts I try to stash
Away from your most obvious trait.
The blue green waves crash.
Your idiosyncrasies cover me in a rash.
Beat me into submission-clean my slate.
My being rips with a slash.
As the dead flowers grow in my soul's ash
You call upon me this my final debate,
The blue green waves crash
My being rips with a slash.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Let me fall in love with you one more time.
While clouds drift across the darkened sky,
My feet can't dance, my words won't rhyme.
I'll let down my guard, up it you shall climb.
Rainbows and cotton candy always makes me cry,
Let me fall in love with you one more time.
At the midnight hour the clock must chime,
Across the ballroom this Cinderella will fly,
My feet can't dance, my words won't rhyme.
Your heart is the prison, I have done the crime,
I said hello, you whispered that final goodbye.
Let me fall in love with you one more time.
Hunt me down whilst I am still in my prime.
I'll make it easy on you, I'll quickly die.
My feet can't dance, my words won't rhyme.
My heart has become dirty and covered with grime,
I'll always be here, for you of my sin, of my lie.
Let me fall in love with you one more time,
My feet can't dance, my words won't rhyme.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Deborah Foster Poem
How long has it been since the stars have gone?
Where is my hope, my love, my faith, my light?
Why is it always darkest before dawn?
I'm the ugly duckling, I am no swan.
I hold unto your shadow in the night.
How long has it been since the stars have gone?
I fear I may have become panic's spawn,
My dark mind has loosened, no longer tight,
Why is it always darkest before dawn?
And when the morning comes I am withdrawn
I breathe out of habit, I breathe in spite.
How long has it been since the stars have gone?
I stifle my life with merely a yawn
I try hard to prove everything's all right.
How long has it been since the stars have gone?
Why is it always darkest before dawn?
In the morning I become someone new
I lie and lay in your arms bathed in tears.
Hearing you breathe in the dark sky of blue.
Is this love is tainted with morning dew?
You give into my love, release my fears
In the morning I become someone new.
I have forgotten far more than I knew.
Been lost in this darkened abyss for years.
Hearing you breathe in the dark sky of blue.
Kick me once in the back when you are through.
Stab me with yesterday's memory shears.
In the morning I become someone new.
Make my pale pink skin a much darker hue.
Scream my shame once and again in my ears.
In the morning I become someone new,
Hearing you breathe in the dark sky of blue.
Alas, the day becomes purple and dark.
As I await the last word of the day.
Shoot at me your arrow, I am your mark.
What once was light, has become stark
My blue sky has become a blackened gray,
Alas, the day becomes purple and dark.
You are the fire; I, merely the spark.
I promise to stick by you come what may,
Shoot at me your arrow, I am your mark.
I'll be the meaty bait, you be the shark.
Just always say that next to me you'll stay.
Alas, the day becomes purple and dark.
Love isn't always a walk in the park.
But next to you I long to rest and lay,
Alas, the day becomes purple and dark.
Shoot at me your arrow, I am your mark.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Deborah Foster Poem
It's not that I love you
Or even that I care
You just make my heart blue.
I never meant to love so few
I've said more than most dare.
It's not that I love you.
Apart from you I slowly drew
It's just you only sit there
You just make my heart blue
I'm sure that you dislike me too
You sit with a cold glare
It's not that I love you
I'd love to tell you in a hakiu
Or even a little prayer
You just make my heart blue
I'd kneel at a wooden, old pew
With my dirty feet bare
It's not that I love you
You just make my heart blue.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Deborah Foster Poem
Somtimes I get a little lonely
I have tiny little wings planted on my back
I flitter and flutter around the mountainside
I graze over grassy knolls and feel the gentle breeze.
Sometimes though...
Sometimes, my wings they sprout
Into giant feathered wings
I soar into the heavens, above so high
I twinkle into the stars, high five the moon
Sometimes I'm quiet, whisper into the wind
I tell my secrets so nobody knows
All the stories upon my heart
That nobody has seen
I fly and I read the world like braille
My fingertips know the stories
Of millons and millons of hearts
I know every detail and every vice.
Most times though, I just lay on the floor
With my angel wings holding me tight.
I whisper my wild desires, hope and faith
I fall asleep in my cocoon for the day.
In the night I walk and whispers things said to me
I hate you, you're ugly, you're stupid, no good.
I will hurt you again because nobody gives a damn.
But I fly again high above the earth.
I don't dare land, I'll never step foot on land again.
I breeze around the heaven like the angel that I am.
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You came upon me
Late last night
Whimpering,
Whistling,
Whispering.
Threatening those I love
I know it was you
I still
have your foot
steps on my back.
Pretend I didn't see you
Is that how you wish
It to be?
I will not stand
nor lie for it.
I heard your voice
On the wind and it shifted
My hair
and your wicked
laughter damn near killed me.
The queen is risen
If only in your wretched mind
Dancing in the graveyard
Prancing through yesterday
Juggling your lies.
Funny, though, they fell
On your face and splattered
In your eyes, your sweet
bitterness laced eyes
Oh how they fell.
There are secrets we both
Share only you and I
And I can tell that you
Wish I would go away
And I would...if you'd let go.
I tried to fix the world
Just for one damn gray day
But you?
You came in with your
Unusual gait thinking your straight.
How do you think you will do it?
Everything going to plan?
Fifty days later
You
Still
Don't
Understand.
[and the biggest secret is you never will]
Cows don't jump over the moon
But you moon over yourself
Get the hell
over yourself
you are not diary.
No body wants you.
No body advertises
in commercials saying
stupid lines such as:
"Got Lies?"
That is your produce
In your grocery store
of maggot laced
fortune cookie
lies and half-truths.
Your head, my dear
Is not the sun
nobody wants
to revolve around
the likes of you.
You and your
Will work for insanity sign.
All the while...
The world laughs
at you!
[after all the world does love a clown.]
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The sun didn't shine that day
Birds refused to sing
The sky was black with anger
Poets couldn't rhyme
She was a happy girl
Her parents loved her so
While asleep in her fluffy bed
She sat straight up CRASH!
The moon didn't shimmer
The stars were onyx
The flowers didn't grow
And grass didn't turn green.
The girl thought she was alone
Without a friend in sight
Then her Uncle came
To take her in the night.
Dogs didn't whine
Cats didn't pounce
Fish didn't swim
And birds didn't take flight.
As the girl grew older
She met an incredible man.
They married under
The pale moon light.
Suddenly the grass sprouted
Jumping towards the sky!
The sun gleamed luminosity
Across the cold, dark sky.
The young lady had a trio of children
Crawling up her legs
Her husband gently gave her a peck
And embraced her sweet frame.
Suddenly the world came to life
Poets dreamed and lovers rejoiced.
The world was fresh again
And the girl was ecstatic.
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I still see you
I watch you from
The corner of my eye.
I still examine you
Analyze your every move
I detect your frustration
But your my fascination.
I always observe you
I recognize every new line.
I honestly don't know
If you adore me as I do you.
I note you when you walk in
The sweet smell of sweat
Stuck onto your skin.
I still gawk when you sit still
You never seem to notice
Although I try to be discreet.
One day you'll catch me
And I will shyly glance away.
You don't know it but
I could gaze all day
(and some times I do)
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Oh Mount! Oh Mount!
Full of fire and flame!
Valcano is your name!
Burning embers of hot firey red
Rain down upon nature
Never knowing their shame!
Ever climing peaks!
Arise from down below
Blazing all around!
High above in elevation
Flashing every which way
The heat is rising each and every day.
Is there such a fire that grows
So out of control?
No my dear,
It's just life in the desert.
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2015
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