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DEPRESSION...A LIVING TOMB
Posted On 07/14/2011 02:24:35

SEVERE DEPRESSION IS A LIVING TOMB
AN ALL ENCOMPASSING DARK WOMB
A PLACE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
HANGING ON ONLY BY A BREATH

EMOTIONALLY HANDCUFFED TO SADNESS
GRIEF AND SORROW LIVE AT THIS ADDRESS
STRESS TURNED INWARD IS DEPRESSION
THE PAIN OF LIFE CONSTANTLY ON RERUN

FEELING OPPRESSED BY PEOPLE AND CIRCUMSTANCE
TOTALLY ALONE AND LEFT WITHOUT CHANCE
SPIRALING DEEPER INTO THE DARK ABYSS
AS LOVED ONES TURN THEIR BACK AND DISMISS

GRASPING THE BRANCHES OF HOPE ON THE WAY DOWN
PRAYING THAT GOD WILL NOT LET YOU DROWN
YOU BECOME SO UNCOMFORTABLY NUMB
HAVING NO CHOICE BUT TO SUCCUMB

SUDDENLY A HAND REACHES OUT TO GRASP YOURS
AND PULLS YOU UP FROM THE DARK CORRIDORS
WHEN IT SEEMED LIKE DEATH WAS IMMINENT
MY RESCUE WAS TRULY HEAVEN SENT

JESUS TOOK HOLD OF MY HAND
AND PULLED ME UP FROM THE QUICKSAND
THE SON OF MAN HIMSELF RESCUED ME
HE LOVED ME TOO MUCH TO LEAVE ME BE

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS








GOD'S DINER...
Posted On 07/13/2011 04:23:54

I ASKED GOD...
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE THE NATURE OF YOUR WILL?
HE ANSWERED...

LIFE IS LIKE A RECIPE
IT'S A LITTLE SHAKING...
A WHOLE LOT OF BAKING
IN THE HEAT OF YOUR TRIALS...
SOMETIMES PEOPLE NEED TO STEW FOR AWHILE
TO GET THE FAVORED OUTCOME

IF YOU DON'T TASTE THE SOUR...
YOU WOULDN'T APPRECIATE THE SWEET
I SEASON EACH OF MY CHILDREN DIFFERENTLY...
ACCORDING TO THEIR OWN WILLS
SOME ARE WEAK AND NEED TO STEEP...
WHILE OTHERS REQUIRE LESS TIME TO PERCOLATE

I BALANCE OUT THE SEASONINGS...
TO BRING OUT THE FLAVOR OF EACH HEART
SOME WOULD PREFER TO STAY BLAND...
I SIMPLY BRING OUT THE SALT OF THE EARTH IN THEM
WITHOUT MY EXPERTISE CULINARY TALENTS...
THEIR UNIQUE FLAVORS WOULD STAY HIDDEN

COME HUNGRY AND THIRST NO MORE...
FOR I WILL PROVIDE EXACTLY WHAT YOU NEED
IT MAY NOT ALWAYS BE WHAT YOU WANT...
BUT I ASSURE YOU IT'S WHAT BEST FOR YOU
LET ME SEASON YOUR HEARTS...
SO YOU CAN BE THE BEST YOU CAN BE

LEAVE YOUR BURDENS AND YOUR BROKEN HEARTS AT THE DOOR;  AND ENTER GOD'S DINER WHERE EVERYTHING IS TAILORED FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL.

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS





I CANNOT CHANGE MY REALITY
Posted On 07/12/2011 03:46:24

NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY...
NO MATTER HOW MANY TEARS I CRY...
I CANNOT CHANGE MY REALITY

DEEPER THAN THE HOLE WITH YOUR CREMAINS...
IS THE HOLE IN MY HEART THAT REMAINS...
I CANNOT CLOSE THE GAPING WOUND

I'VE PRAYED HUNDREDS OF PRAYERS...
TO WAKE UP FROM THESE NIGHTMARES...
I CANNOT BRING YOU BACK MY SON

YOUR VOICE STILL ECHOES IN MY EARS...
YOUR PICTURES STILL BRING ME TO TEARS...
I CANNOT STOP MISSING YOU

WHY DIDN'T GOD TAKE ME INSTEAD...
29 YEARS OLD IS TOO YOUNG TO BE DEAD...
I CANNOT CHANGE PLACES WITH YOU

THE ICY WINDS OF SORROW...
WILL BLOW AGAIN TOMORROW...
I CANNOT CHANGE MY REALITY

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS

*WRITTEN FOR MY SON MICHAEL WHO DIED IN 2009.



Tags: GRIEF POETRY


VACATION AT YELLOWSTNE
Posted On 06/12/2011 02:35:15

VACATION AT YELLOWSTONE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc_KQ8C4id4&feature=player_embedded[BR...YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK
WAS SIGNED INTO EXISTENCE
MARCH 1,1872 BY ULYSSES S. GRANT
UNDER AN "ACT OF DEDICATION" LAW

THIS BEAUTIFUL PARK LIES IN 3 STATES
96% OF THE LAND IS IN WYOMING
WITH 3% IN MONTANA
AND 1% IS IN IDAHO

MY FAMILY AND I WENT THERE IN 1971
WE CAMPED AT THE "FISHING BRIDGE" SITE
IN A POP-UP CAMPER OF HALF CANVAS
AND HALF METAL, ALL 6 OF US RESIDED

I REMEMBER BEING SCARED HALF TO DEATH
BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FAR TOO EASY
FOR A GRIZZLY BEAR TO GET IN
AND HAVE A MIDNIGHT SNACK OF PEOPLE

FOR 8 NIGHTS I HARDLY SLEPT AT ALL
LISTENING INTENTLY TO EVERY SOUND
DURING THE DAY WE WENT SIGHTSEEING
AND OH..WHAT GLORIOUS SIGHTS I SEEN

WE WENT TO SEE "OLD FAITHFUL"
AND WALKED AROUND THE BOARDWALK
TO SEE ALL THE DIFFERENT MUD POTS
AND SMALL THERMAL GEYSERS

THE GEYSERS WERE ALL NAMED
AND HAD THE DEPTH AND TEMPS
OF EACH SMALL, BUBBLING HOT POOL
SPECTACULAR, YET NAUSEATING

IT SMELLED LIKE ROTTEN EGG FARTS
AND I WAS CONSTANTLY GAGGING
AND SO WERE A FEW OTHERS
AS IT WAS VERY OVERPOWERING

WE WENT TO LOWER YELLOWSTONE FALLS
THE WATER DROPS 308 FEET
IN AN AMAZING LOUD ROAR
COMPLETE WITH RAINBOWS

MY DAD WENT FISHING AT YELLOWSTONE LAKE
WHERE THE WATER IS 400 FEET DEEP
AND HAS 110 MILES OF SHORELINE
SUCH SPLENDOR SURROUNDED BY MOUNTAINS

ONE DAY WE WENT TO MAMMOTH HOT SPRINGS
OH GOSH, ROTTEN EGG FARTS AGAIN
IT WAS SURROUNDED BY DEAD TREES
DUE TO THE SULPHURIC AIR

I WAS OUTSIDE THE CAMPER ONE HOT DAY
WHEN I GOT SUCH A SURPRISE
WHEN A MAMA MOOSE AND BABY
CAME STROLLING THROUGH THE CAMP

I STOOD SO STILL AS I OBSERVED THEM
WHEN THE BABY CAME RIGHT UP TO ME
AND STARTED SNIFFING MY SHIRT
IT STILL SMELLED LIKE GRILLED HOTDOGS

MY MOM CAME OUT OF THE TENT
AND STARTED TO SCREAM SO LOUD
WHEN THE RANGER DROVE UP AND TOLD HER
SHE WAS GOING TO SPOOK THE MOOSE

I WAS TOO MESMERIZED TO FEEL ANY FEAR
THE MAMA MOOSE HAD WANDERED A FEW FEET AWAY
SO I REACHED OUT TO TOUCH THE BABY MOOSE
ON IT'S ADORABLE LITTLE FACE

I FELT SAD AS IT WALKED AWAY
YET, IT WAS SUCH A RUSH
TO TOUCH A WILD ANIMAL
IN IT'S OWN BACKYARD

THERE WERE BISON AND BEARS AND ELK
AND COYOTES AND FOXES TOO
BUT THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY VACATION
WAS MY MOMENT WITH THE BABY MOOSE

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
*  THE VIDEO IS NOT OF MY VACATION.  HOWEVER, THE PERSON WHO MADE THIS, GIVES SUCH A WONDERFUL DISPLAY OF YELLOWSTONE.*





Tags: BYWAYS WITH BARBARA K (PART 2)


UNDER A WISTERIA MOON
Posted On 06/07/2011 02:14:20

UNDER A WISTERIA MOON Photobucket

UNDER A WISTERIA MOON
ADRIFT IN THEIR LEAF BOAT
THE NIGHTBIRDS CROON
AS NEWLYWEDS KISS

THE HEAVENLY SCENT
PERMEATES THE NIGHT AIR
DURING THIS BLESSED EVENT
WHEN TWO BECOME ONE

HERE IN THIS FAIRY VILLAGE
THEY'LL RESIDE TOGETHER
UNTIL OLD AGE
CLAIMS THEM BOTH

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS

Tags: SONNETS SOUND PART TWO


HI GOD...IT'S ME...
Posted On 06/06/2011 12:21:56



HI GOD...IT'S ME... DEBBY
I'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK TO YOU
FOR QUITE SOME TIME

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS
THAT IT'S HARD TO KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN
SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME

I'M SORRY I'VE WASTED TIME
NOT GETTING TO KNOW YOU BETTER PAPA GOD
I'VE BEEN AFRAID OF YOU

I KEPT WAITING UNTIL
I THOUGHT I WAS GOOD ENOUGH IN YOUR EYES
TO APPROACH YOU

I'LL NEVER BE PERFECT
THO' I TRY SO HARD NOT TO MESS UP
I FAIL MISERABLY SOMETIMES

EVEN WITH THE BEST INTENTIONS
I END UP SCREWING SOMETHING UP IT SEEMS
BUT I KEEP TRYING ANYWAY

I WON'T LIE TO YOU
FOR YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME
I WON'T TRY TO SEASON MY WRETCHEDNESS

THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SAY TO YOU
THAT YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW ABOUT ME
STILL, I CONFESS

WHY DO WE FEEL
WE CAN'T APPROACH YOU UNTIL WE'RE A SAINT
BECAUSE THAT I'LL NEVER BE

I WAS TOLD ONCE
YOU HAVE TO BE HOLY TO SPEAK TO GOD
ONLY MY SOCKS ARE HOLY

WHY DO SOME OF YOUR PEOPLE
TRY TO SCARE US AWAY FROM YOU
WE NEED YOU TOO

WE BENEFIT SO MUCH MORE
BY KNOWING YOU INTIMATELY PAPA
YOU ENRICH OUR LIVES

I STAND BEFORE YOU
WITH MY MISTAKES AN OPEN BOOK
FOR ONLY YOU TO JUDGE ME

I WISH I WOULD HAVE KNOWN
I COULD COME TO YOU JUST AS I AM SOONER
I WISH THE WORLD COULD KNOW...
HOW MUCH YOU LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOUR CHILDREN

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS

















THE HUNGRY HEART
Posted On 06/04/2011 11:59:52

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HER LIFE WAS FILLED WITH UNHAPPINESS
FAILED MARRIAGES AND ABUSE
SHE THOUGHT HERSELF A FAILURE
KEPT HER EYES CAST DOWN IN SHAME

THE LIFE SHE WAS BORN INTO
WAS CHAOTIC AND VIOLENT
CHILDREN WERE USED AND ABUSED
TAUGHT TO BE COMPLIANT

HER FATHER WAS A WOMANIZER
WHO BEAT HIS WIFE OFTEN
SHE SEEN MANY HORRORS
IN HER YOUNG LIFE

SO SHE MARRIED MEN LIKE HER DAD
ABUSIVE AND DISRESPECTFUL MEN
THEY WERE ALSO WOMANIZERS
WHO BEAT HER QUITE OFTEN

SHE WANTED TO BE LOVED SO BADLY
AND THOUGHT ALL MEN WERE LIKE HER DAD
HER ROLE MODEL HAD LEFT HER FEELING
WOMEN HAD ABSOLUTELY NO WORTH

WHY DOES LOVE HURT SO BAD
WHY DOES IT LEAVE BRUISES AND SCARS
WHY AM I SO UNLOVABLE
WHY IS LIFE SO VERY HARD

ONE DAY WHILE AT THE WELL
A STRANGER CAME NEAR
SHE OFFERED HIM A DRINK OF WATER
TO COOL HIS PARCHED THROAT

THEY SAT AND TALKED QUITE AWHILE
HE TALKED ABOUT HER LIFE AS IF
HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER
HE KNEW HER TEARS AND HER FEARS

WITH LOVE AND PATIENCE
HE TAUGHT HER TO FREE HERSELF
FROM HER SELF IMPOSED PRISON
THE CAPTIVE WAS SET FREE

SHE HAD SUCH A HUNGRY HEART
TO HEAR ALL THAT JESUS SAID TO HER
SHE OFFERED HIM A COOL DRINK OF WATER
HE GAVE HER A NEW LIFE

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS








Tags: JESUS POETRY


GRANDMA'S OLD JEWELRY
Posted On 06/03/2011 09:54:53

GRANDMA'S OLD JEWELRY

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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
I LOVED TO PLAY DRESS UP
MY GRANDMA LET ME BORROW
SOME OF HER COLORFUL NECKLACES
SHE HAD A SPECIAL JEWELRY BOX
JUST FOR ME ALONE

I LOVED TO LOOK AT THEM
AND MATCH THEM WITH
MY OUTFIT FOR THE DAY
IT TOOK AWHILE TO DECIDE UPON
WHICH COLOR I WOULD WEAR
I LOVED THEM ALL

SOMETIMES I WOULD WEAR
MORE THAN ONE COLOR
AND MATCH THEM WITH
CLIP ON EARRINGS THAT MATCHED
OH HOW THOSE THINGS PINCHED
THEY LASTED MAYBE 10 MINUTES

I'D SIT IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR
AND CHOOSE A SHADE OF LIPSTICK
THEN I'D SMEAR IT ON MY LIPS
WITH LITTLE CLUMSY HANDS
I'D PRESS MY LIPS ON KLEENEX
JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA DID

THEN I'D USE HER OLD COMPACT
AND PLASTER POWDER ON MY FACE
I ENDED UP LOOKING LIKE A GEISHA
BEFORE I WAS DONE
GRANDPA SAID I LOOKED LIKE
A SILLY CIRCUS CLOWN

THEN I'D PUT ON HER OLD HIGH HEELS
AND WALK ACROSS THE LINOLEUM
I LOVED THE WAY THEY SOUNDED
AS I WALKED ACROSS THE FLOOR
MY TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE
I WAS NOW A MOVIE STAR

I LOVED THOSE OLD NECKLACES
SO COLORFUL AND SHINY
I'D PICK THEM UP AND LOOK AT THEM
LIKE THEY WERE SPARKLING DIAMONDS
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE WONDERMENT
OF GRANDMA'S COLORFUL NECKLACES

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS


Tags: BYWAYS WITH BARBARA K (PART 2)


MAKING PEACE WITH MYSELF
Posted On 05/31/2011 05:33:35

MAKING PEACE WITH MYSELF

Photobucket
WHEN YOU'VE SPENT A LIFETIME
HEARING WHAT A FAILURE YOU ARE...
YOU SEE YOURSELF AS SUCH

WHEN NARROW MINDED PEOPLE
FOCUS THEIR TELESCOPE ON YOU...
YOU SEE YOURSELF AS LIMITED

WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY JUDGED
SO HARSHLY AND UNFAIR...
YOU PASS JUDGMENT ON YOURSELF

WHEN YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A SCAPEGOAT
BLAMED FOR WHAT OTHER'S DID...
YOU AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT THE BLAME

WHEN YOU'RE CONSTANTLY
CONDEMNED
FOR THINGS YOU DIDN'T DO...
YOU CONDEMN YOURSELF TO HELL

WHEN YOU'VE BEEN CONDITIONED
TO BE AFRAID OF SUCCESS...
YOU DON'T CHASE YOUR DREAMS

THEN...

ONE DAY YOU REALIZE
YOU'RE NOT A FAILURE AFTER ALL...
YOU'RE A SURVIVOR

AND YOU'RE ONLY AS LIMITED
AS YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE...
SO YOU KNOCK DOWN THOSE WALLS

AND YOU STOP JUDGING YOURSELF
AND LEARN TO BE GENTLER...
YOU CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK

AND YOU STOP DEBATING YOUR TRUTH
WITH PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO HEAR...
YOU TAKE YOURSELF OFF THE WITNESS STAND

AND YOU REFUSE TO LISTEN TO
THEIR LIES AND INSULTS ANYMORE...
YOU HANG UP OR WALK AWAY

AND YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LOVE
AND HOPE TO BE SUCCESSFUL...
YOU BEGIN TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

AND YOU MAKE PEACE WITH YOURSELF
EMBRACING YOUR TRIUMPHS AND TRAGEDIES...
ACCEPTING YOURSELF JUST AS YOU ARE

COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS




Tags: SONNETS SOUND PART TWO




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