Mandy
 

Like a white cat

hidden

behind a blade of grass,

waiting

to make a surprise attack.

One may need
more than
strategy
and

common sense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

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Come and See What I See     

Come and see what I see
The beauty of this town
The quaintness of its trees
It's lovely homes and churches
As you walk along the morning’s breeze
Let me take you on a painted tour
Of all this and more, it'll never be a chore
I might be by to see you
With a kindly “How you do”
As I try to capture the scenic view
You’ll see me quietly standing on the street side
With my trusted easel and paints
Or pass me by as you walk to the stores of antiques
Where the stregnth of these buildings are like old Saints
Their charms are powerful, with a touch of meek
It’s okay if you take a gander
Just a smile will do
I’m always interested in ones point of view
If my paintings move you
I’ll appreciate that even more
For one of life’s great pleasures
Is to paint what is adored
I have so little time
There’s only so much light during the day
I’ll only be here a few more hours
Then I must be on my way
For every ray has it’s prisms
Before it turns to gray
But, don’t worry
I’ll be back to paint another day.

 



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Drift

What maddening hearts are these
To the one that never leaves
Drift my mind, I can not see
In the dark, behind my sleave
Hummering sounds that will not die
Only cast a woodens lyre

To the sounds of desire

What will that do for you

Will that be, will that be
Never letting go, only you that knows

How's this life's going to go
Never letting go, never letting go
Always having a hold, never to unfold

Memories of old have turned to gold.



 



No
Bluff

 

Out in about, wondering around

Under blue skies

Cotton clouds abound

Windy, breezy, sunny days a sailing through

All I can think of is you

How happy I would be

If you would only care for me

One day maybe you'll see

It was meant to be

For now to be with you is enough

Unless you want to call my bluff.

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Because of Someone  

 ~  Deb 

 

 

Oh, Silly Me

Oh, silly, silly me.

I said, "I love thee."

To a man who says,

"So you say."

Oh, silly, silly me . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty One

Am I your pretty one

Can I make you smile

What will you bring me

To make it all worthwhile

Will you dare show me

How you care

Maybe with some diamonds

And pearls to wear

But. . . if you are true, roses will do.

Hearts of Palm

Pick me hearts of palm

That's all I have left to play

Pick me hearts of palm

For the rest of my days

Pick me hearts of palm

Will love go my way

Pick me hearts of palm

I'm just made that way

Pick me hearts of palm

Never will I leave behind

Pick me hearts of palm

When love is so blind

Pick me hearts of palm

My heart to be picked that way

Pick me hearts of palm

I'm wandering away.

 

When I Think of You

When I think of you

Wildly foolish, maybe

Insouciant mood, maybe

Insipidness . . . never.

 

 

If . . .

If I could capture your heart

If I could amuse you

Into looking my way

Don't you think I would.

Always

The sun kisses the moon goodnight,
While the moon and stars are still bright.
"Have a lovely day dear.
I'll be waiting for you at the end of daylight."

 

"Because of Someone" by Deb

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"Weaving poetry with the strings of one's heart."