| My Poetry "In The Raw" |
| "The Looking Glass Of Paradise" Cotton candy rainbows with lots of thrills, Tricycles, bicycles and training wheels. Rainbows of cotton candy swirl, Looking for my little girls curls. With ribbons in her golden hair, They say dreaming just is not fair. Ferrous wheels and circus rides, Magic mountain’s famous water slides. Little fur balls that cry meow, Still chasing puppy dog tails.. Till’ now. Fantasy friends on dark.. Dark nights. So, we don’t get scared when mommy turns out the light. Caterpillars turn into Butterflies, While we sleep under peaceful skies. Cotton candy rainbows are deep in space, For little boys and girls from every race. All of our years go by so very fast, I dreamed of a precious looking glass. For, paradise it might be for marshmallow pies, And holding my daughter hand as she cries. ©Debra Christopher 2005 |
| “The Sparrow’s Sing” You are asking, Why do I write? I Hope to find faith in your Sight. Knowing not to Win the fight, The Sparrow’s cry of morning flight. To share my Deepest thoughts, Daring to keep, fear to Sought. Fragile as some may be Bought, Passing your way and not get caught. Dream that my Fears one day, Will be shared and not fade Away. Like an old Photograph would say, Torn and worn words of Yesterday. Hide all my despair with a dry Tear, Praying that someday He might hear. The whales out in the Deepest sphere, Vail’s of wrath are just too Unclear. To See that I am not all alone, In my journey to seek His Throne. My chills of weakness Are shown, I close my eyes as the curtains Blown. A Child to consume and learn, Yearning my lessons of Stern. To take my Flight with little concern, Not to fumble when its My turn. A tangled teen torn at Heart, Not knowing where to End or start. Then Gracefully take my part, As the script is read the Wings depart. A woman blossomed to Bare, A man to Witness with life to share. Maturity to compare the Bruises we dare, If the Pains we endured was worth the fare. The wisdom of grieving.. Death brings, Binding my heart as the Sparrow’s sing. To take flight on feathered Wings, Sing with my heart life’s Precious things. From Wings in flight to traveling cars, To hear the Flutter from afar.. To share with you a shimmering Star, No matter where You come from or where You are.. ©Debra Christopher 2002 |
| I'm A Rag My mornings could start at any time. I lay and wait for the clock to chime. I’m very old, I have done it all…. Sometime today the KIDS will call. BEAUTY is the skin so deep. Off and on I need my SLEEP. They probe and poke me all the time, Not a moment of rest for this OLD RAG of mine. They wash me, wash me…every day. I’m wearing THIN, you know what they say. Not much use… for this old RAG. You might say…I’m bones in a bag… I reminisce of the days GONE by, Thinking back to when I was shy. I paid my way to this land of the FREE, And, the mighty boat sailed at SEA. 500 Hundred Dollars for every FARE. You could not go without your share. A MUST you see, for every SOUL spared…. Promises they made me; for the meal I paid, They TOOK my money, I had put away… Through my life, I shed some TEARS. I voiced and cried all my FEARS…. NO regrets here, as you all shall see., My LIFE was the fullest, I planted my TREE. So this OLD RAG has done it all, Fear NOT my DARLINGS, when I get my CALL. I’m ninety-two…Looking for THREE, LIFE is a BLESSING as you shall SEE… With ALL my FAMILY….MY CHILDREN…MY GREATS…AND MY GRANDS I LOVE YOU ALL, the best I can…. That TREE I planted sure GREW tall, With many BRANCHES, for ONE and ALL…. ©DebraChristopher2001 |
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| “flash of ecstasy” She stares at midnight gloom, passions longing, silence embraced her, her eyes of crystal witnesses a visionary trance, reflection of her soul intensifies, the moon a crescent waning, dimmed the night hour beyond the vague clouds, her fingers tenderly slides down her face, her soft wet lip trembles with enchantment, her hair so silky and extensively wrapped around her slender fingertips, pearls composed in the region of her neck flicker their essence untainted, laying against seashores wadding, foamy tides traced her exquisite breast, she moves her fingertips slowly across her stomach, gently wiping away the pristine sand, skin of velvet against the seashore heats her passion from penetrating the deep, shells spread ever so gracefully, seaweed lightly sloping with the allusion of a breeze, the mermaid’s tail is flapping, heart rapidly beating, splashing waves against the sandy shore, faraway fog horns blowing ships disappearing in the hours of darkness, in a flash of ecstasy, an impulsive splash she’s gone… to the depthness of no return Debra Christopher ©5/7/2002 |
| Inhale In the midst Of the morning dew, While the air is still crisp, A cocoon encrusts To life unraveled, A womb embrace, Attached to mother earth, A lonesome soul awaits, Un-netted fantasy, The union of delivery, As the sun arises Slowly out of the east, A child weeps, In anticipation, Lonely & hurting, On a broken stump, An earthy resin of hope, To vision this creation, The nest this day , To emerge Miraculously as to Visualize first breath, The morning dew Is gone now, The sun is slowly Making its way Across the heavens, As dawn approaches Yet, still awaiting The unification of life, A young lad sits Patiently engrossed Before you, Heart fluttering, Wondering, Suspenseful, A miraculous gift, So precious a life, A moment of serenity, Little wings opening, The birth of a Butterfly ©DebraChristopher 2001 |
| Reaching Through Heaven’s Door I was reaching out for love, and heaven opened its doors. Suddenly appeared a pure white dove, I was dazed as I watched HIM soar. I tried to follow where HE went, then HE left me a trail of blood. It was a blessing heaven sent, Sacred scriptures sent from above. Encircling the unworthy of his grace, then the Angels started to Sing. He will take you to a higher place, HE will protect you under HIS wing. The dove was a magnificent sight, amazing how HE flew. HE was heading straight for the light, When HE was crucified as a Jew. Veer the trail HE left behind, sends a man straight to Hell. He is offering to clear your mind, just tell Satan your not for sale. Does not matter what you lack, all HE wants is your Soul. He only wants to take back, Only part that makes you whole. Heavenly inscribed on a scroll, for all OUR names are compiled. With all HIS might, body and soul, FOR every man, woman and child. ©DebraChristopher |
| “The Butterflies Cry” I dream back to my childhood. My memories of old pine wood. With the scent of pine in the air. All these thoughts I want to share. Stepping stones led our way. Never cared what people say. Beautiful foliage all year round. Flowers in bloom on the ground. Heavenly nectar ever so sweet, For precious butterflies afternoon treat. Mango trees through out the yard, Climbing them wasn’t that hard. We lived and we all grew up. We also raised a few pet ducks. This old house had some squeaks, In our days, it had some leaks. Mounted up high, on pillows of stone. Giving hiding places for the ducks to roam. Our old house dressed in white, In my heart, a beautiful sight. On a very hot August day, All our hearts went out to bay. A massive whirl came, This house of pine will not be the same. With a steamy summer wind, Hurricane Andrew thrashed the end. And blew a sad… sad…. Song…. Down on our knees, storm so strong, Tell me God, “What did we do wrong?” With butterfly tears.. Expressing our fears.. This old timber still stands. Delivered up in Gods own hands. The streets are now clean. Foliage is again green. The flowers are in bloom. The sun will shine again soon. The wind still blows a similar tone. All of our hearts forever moaned. All that’s left of our precious home. Are memories of life’s stepping stones. The butterflies cry, It’s a sad, sad day…to say goodbye. ©DebraChristopher2001 In memory of our own loss due to Hurricane Andrew. Dedicated to all the families whom lost their homes. Specially my Mom, I Love You, I miss Home. |
| Morning Star Driving in my car Down the highway interstate Memories taking me far For work I cannot be late But, I had to stop my car Pull over… for I could not wait Breathless I see you are A picture I cannot paint Let me feel the sun rise Shinning down onto my face Reveal to me in the skies The image I cannot erase Cotton candy in the skies Melting down like satin and lace Sweeter than you and I Fantasies I cannot replace Thank you for the morning star Shinning down onto my face Right here in my car A vision I cannot replace © Debra Christopher2003 |
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