We are not skinny we are getting older.
We have a few pounds and more age
But we are alive and trying to survive~
We cry and work and just want to love
We are poets.
We are authors we are mothers and lovers~
Yes BUT We survive~
People come against us.
But Oh Wow oh wow!!
We shake it off and we survive~
We have our best friends.
But some come and go
But dam we always survive~
We love our Awesome God
We believe in faith and love
And we have evil forces come against us
But guess what? WE survive~
It doesn't matter what we look like
We love. We hope ~ we adore. . But
Dam we survive~
And shame on the men that turn their noses up at us~
We STILL SURVIVE~
Debbie Brooks @ 2016
An Immortalized poetess against the echoing
solid walls of time.
In bare feet she dances her muse in verdant green meadows
of soft carpet in a bottomless valley; tracing her fingertips along the gnarled lines of a dying oak and bid it farewell~
Bathing in babbling brooks that giggled at
her tiredness dried oneself in the wispy autumn winds.
Upon mountaintops, she has squeezed sunsets between
her forefinger and thumb and slowly opened them again to
the shimmering glow of a new red moon~
She has slept beneath a canopy of universes and composed
dreams against shimmering stars;
Built wet sandcastles fit for Queens on foreign shores
and fed them to the ravenous world~
Cascading waterfalls were written tumbling
muse, while angelfish nibbled at dropped metaphors.
In the Eastern Islands, she flew stars built from
forest of marsh and fiber palms until they were lost
by drifting lonely clouds~
The return to a new day awaits, and a thousand more
miles beneath her feet before this life is drawn complete.
Awakening a memory, she closes her eyes
and the colors of life’s possibilities explode beneath crying lies~
Debbie Brooks@ Oct. 28, 2016
"CHURCH BELLS RANG"
Church Bells Rang from Heaven
on this sunny day,
as she stood one last time with feelings that had become timeless as she wanted to fly away ~
As death became the beauty of life
just one more line, like precious pearls
soft and pink, fall one by one
as the church bells began to ring ~
death had become a moment
as she flew away
with wings that flew around her
on that magic day~
Standing in awe as the church bells rang
the warm breeze and not a cloud
as the music played, no more pain
not a tear was shed,
as she flew to a new life
she was an Angel today~
DEBBIE BROOKS 2014