Denzil Straight

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Denzil Straight Biography

I'm a retired disabled Army veteran, I've only been writing poetry since late 1998. I've had two of my poems published at Poetry.Com. I have several web sites that feature all of the poems that I have written thus far. Thats it on me the 'Poet' and about me the person, well (deep subject) , My Father was a WWII and Viet Nam U.S. Navy veteran. I was married twice, been divorced twice, have a 17 year old son from the second marraige. I retired from the Idaho Army National Guard after serving 20 yrs. I married my second wife on May 14,1988 and divorced in May of 1999. Had a complete breakdown in Sept. '98 (They say major depression w/suicidal ideations) laughing abougt that one.Hehehehehe! ! ! ! All I know is I've been depressed for a long, long time. Some of the poems that I've written show that. Enjoy what I have here. I'm sure I'll be placeing a few more here.)

The Best Poem Of Denzil Straight

Darkest Deepest Nite

Written 6/26/99

In the darkest deepest nite
M'Lady Josephene did come to me.
I see her throu the fires light.
Walking slowly towards me.
Such a vision my eyes do see.
Can this vision be real?
Or is it but a foolish dream?
I be so tired and worn.
For long did I do battle this day.
I be not sure of what
is real and what be not.
For my mind does play tricks on me.
But Lo, It must be real, for now
M'Lady does stand afore me.
Slowly, unsure of my
senses, I reach out to thee.
To see if thou art but a dream.
If thee were but a dream,
thy hand wouldst not touch mine.
Now thee kneel by my side,
and kiss me softly on my lips.
No dream couldst be this real.
Thy art not a dream, thy art real.
For when we kissed,
I tasted the sweetness of thy lips.
Lips much sweeter
then the sweetest mead.
Aye thy lips how soft they are to kiss.
Oh M'Lady Josephene,
the touch of your hand in mine,
so soft and gentle.
Thy skin, the color of Alabaster.
The warmth of thy skin next
to mine, so soothing it tis.
As we sit near the fires warmth,
my arm around thy shoulder.
I hold thee gently but close to my side.
I gaze into thy lovely green eyes
and see the fires light dancing there
M'Lady Josephene, how is
it thee came to be here?
To sit beside me near the fires warmth.
I whisper in thy ear
of how I do so love thee.
I kiss thee gently and
tenderly on thine sweet lips.
I lay back down with thee
beside me and gently fall asleep.

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