Sunday, May 1, 2016

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD


DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD


A FREE SPIRIT WAS SHE


Dreaming of warmer days
Walking hand in hand through the sand
With the one she loves
She was a free spirit~

Who could understand?
People come and go.
Who is left? Who is she?
Sitting down among the stars~

Crying into the wind
Wanting what her heart yearns
For and having trouble giving in
Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker~

Crying to her Lord
One day soon~ One day soon~

He whispers to her soul~

This day she was a free spirit
A spirit was she~

This day came just like before
A visitor like no other she knew anymore
The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth
Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul~

The labor was too much, as her hands would bleed
As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven~
The words seemed scrambled
Falling from the earth~

Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently
As she sang so softly to ears of no one
Bleeding from head to toe
Just wanting to hear the words
Of I love you~

Hearts break and bend
Oh those special days
Bursting with sadness
That can only begin~

Looking at the past
The future to come
This day
She was one free spirit and there were more days to come~

“That was the day she saw the Son"

Deborah Brooks Langford







SHE REMEMBERS HIS WORDS-
Free Verse


Do not be afraid
She heard him say
“I am here to hold you, dear.”
Her stillness became acquiescence to her still
It’s nice to have you home for Christmas they may say
But her heart knows the better
The disgrace was still the footnote
The night wind made a faint whisper
Telling her over and over
The time has come and gone
Forget the pain of evermore
Dancing took her to a time
Her feet would fly and fly
Sweeping steps of every beat
To see those days that would go by
Just to remember his words so dear
To clear her mind of pain
The slightest motion of his hand
To kiss the smiles she must be
The sound reverberated through the crisp autumn air
Klung, klung, klung of the wood
Reminding her he was there
She remembers his words.

The faint breeze lifted her veil
But the face she saw was the one captured of long ago
With black skirts and pine needles that she wrote
The songs were sung to her heart
Etched forever more this day
With colored hair ribbons all so new
Ponytails askew;
He took her hand to strange places that were so few
On Saturday nights to kiss the kiss
She remembers the words he spoke
The bell tolled once and then twice she heard
Sound exploded and glass flew
As her life fell around her like needles ever so slightly
The pain of it all so gone
Just to remember the words he spoke
The farther and farther he tolled
The longer and longer she was gone
So now the years have passed
The pain is as she remembers
And the WORDS HE SPOKE
Were so light
That it still tore her heart.

AS SHE REMEMBERS HIS WORDS THIS NIGHT

POETESS Deborah Brooks Langford






IF STORIES BE TOLD IN THE LAND OF THE FREE

Let it be known in this land of the free
That freedom is not easy to be
Spoon-fed, there are no more songs to be sung
So let us cry a tear of fear~


In a spirit free world there is so much to lose
We weep as a nation as our rights are disappearing
Our roots are not old, but if truth be told
We all come from somewhere~

It's not right that we hurt the innocent
Kick to the curb the poor~

Look at us as a nation, as people that love this land
Help us to be the best we can~


We don't need more wars. Memories of those we can't control
In this tortured land that we can't comprehend
Where our inner thoughts are up for grabs
Please, Our New President, just understand~

Our fields need crops
Our children need homes
Love of the family should not be a memory
Our weeping veins cry out to you
Of a world left pained in misery~

This is the land of the free~ Let stories be told~

Poetess
DEBORAH
BROOKS LANGFORD


22 comments :

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    1. " A Free Spirit Was She," reminds me of myself I read it over and over again. Capturing the emotions of a woman's inner soul, reaching out.

      I believe you are one of the most talented poetess if all time! Love your work and how your words flow straight from the heart.

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  2. In the first poem "A Free Spirit Was She" was so emotional. I loved this. I could feel the inner woman of this poem, and it is beautiful.
    After reading the others, I still see that as always you are quite the poetess, and I admire you and your writing. And how true, we don't need more wars. There is so much our world is going through now without more pain. Great poetry, Deborah! Keep inking!!

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  3. I love this poetry..

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  4. what great poetry

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  5. wow love this poetry

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  6. yessss.. so nice

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  7. this is nice poetry

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  8. nice to read .. wow

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  9. What a beauty!Gosh!Ravishing!Blessings

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    1. Thank you Jean it is so good to see you here

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  10. These poems were very beautiful and I loved each one. I cannot wait to read many more from you. God bless you and thank you so kindly for sharing your wonderful poetry here. I very much enjoyed them all.

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  11. love these poems

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  12. awesome poetry

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