Deborah White Poems

You wear a mantle of exquisite beauty
which belies your tender age. A
serene warm gentleness, which
comes from within. Borne with a
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Everyone wants to go to Blue Bell Woods
it’s safe and it’s clean and it’s just so very pretty.
Quiet, hushed, not a movement or sound; in this
dreamy, floating, lavender blue, scented flower city.
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A tiny Forget me not peeps
through the frosted snow
He has nothing else to do and
nowhere else to go.
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I don’t give a green eyed, diddly squat
about what you or anyone has or hasn’t got.
The simple things in life really do please me.
Like sitting quietly, havin a nice cup of tea.
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Crinoline crimson ladies
lift their pretty faces to smile at the sun
black eyes dancing, happy and joyful every single one.
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Five pairs of bleary wet eyes
all staring into a tiny neat box.
Looking at Kevin, just lying there
Eyes tight shut and fast asleep.
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For almost forty years since I was a small slip of
a girl, I have tried so very hard to remember my
tiny yellow puppies name. But it just never came.
I could see us in my mind’s eye, playing together.
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There is no sinister darkness there is no omnipotent light
There is no shadow of death only the still quiet spirit of life.
Tall pine trees birds snowdrops blades of fresh new grass
So much more than there is Mengele’s fallen chimneys
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A little Newcastle born and bred sixties
lassie, cute ringlets in rags in a baby
pink nylon nightie jumped right off
the bedroom window ledge like Peter
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My Pisa bedroom dressing table
mirror frightened me. The first
couple of nights and I was fine
happy comfortable and relaxed.
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