Thursday, May 4, 2017

Sheets in the Wind

Keep tight thy sheets, look not his way.
His eyes, intoxicating.
Remember how to keep control.
His lips, exhilarating!

The second sheet, now unsecured.
My heartbeat spins the floor.
His breath, the wind, it moves my hair.
And I resist no more.

All three sheets have now gone slack.
His kiss, a sweet flashback.
Blowing in the wind, my sails--
and now we're back on track!

( c ) Deborah A Andreas,  May, 4, 2017

Sunday, March 26, 2017


The waning moon is but a bit of a crescent
and the rain, a perfect disguise for tears.
In all that one can learn from books
still never seems to stop the growing fears.

The head, it aches and sleep restrains itself
till one can think no more.
And when the brain no longer thinks
it's time to go to sleep.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Pumpkin Poem

All was well on the eve
of the full moon.
My gown flowed,
my shoes fit,
the page was fresh--
and the pen was new.

It was a ball!

I danced and danced
to the upbeat sounds,
the music was all around
but I didn't hear the sound--

of the clock as it struck twelve!

In a panic I ran as fast as I could
in those darn high heeled glass shoes.
Down the winding stair case
and out the giant doors--

only to find that 8675-309 was disconnected!

( c ) Deborah A Andreas 

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Honey, I'm Home

How dreary this cold December night,
chilling me to the bone, that I find my way home.

I've been lost, wandering through the seasons
looking for the words, the words to bring us home.

We've both scattered like crisp Autumn leaves
blowing in the wind and loosing our way.

How delicate we've become as we age like fine wine,
and the calendar pages cease to turn in our silence.

After all this time, I find I pine for words, now invisible,
that used to fill these pages.

Come down from flight, dear bard of mine
and share a line or two.

The songs we sang so long ago still echo in my head,
like the melody of tapping rain drops.

For now these words will sit upon this page
in their unseen weary  presence.

( c ) Deborah A Andreas 12/2016

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Tea For Two; Somewhere

Out of the shadows a romantic story emerges
of two souls destine to find love.
It's true, so many stories of romance have been written
that one could make a noose for the world with them.
But love is a very funny thing and as you know
you can hate someone you love
and love someone you hate.

Many times over and over again love is misunderstood
and many are stood up and many have missed the boat.
Still, can one live without it?
Men are driven to insanity over and from women...
and women, well, yeah, you already know the story.

So another love story to gag on is in the making...
did I loose you yet?
Perhaps I did, but a least my shadow is still here,
waiting right next to me as I sit at a quaint little
bistro table at an outside cafe just waiting to order.
"Madame, may I take your order?"
" Not just yet, sir, I am hoping to order tea for two"

( From my book, Water's Edge...
contact me if you'd like to purchase a copy. )

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Missing Your Poetry!



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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

When You're Away

When you're away
my eyes lack passion and their gleam.
When you're away
my rhymes are forced, my words cliche.
But then you whisper in a dream.
Though we're apart, we're still a team.
When you're away.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Sip of Coffee

I am but a sip of coffee,
sweetened with honey
in your mind's world
of vivid dreams
and poetry.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Finch

You were all mine, for one short night
O yellow breasted bird.
You lost your way and fell from flight.
Your song was never heard.

I cupped you in my hand and then,
I kept you for the night.
Protected you from vicious cats.
And hid you from plain sight.

But morning had another plan.
As nature worked its way.
You died a peaceful death today.
Instead of being prey.

But still I cry a tear or two.
For you were mine last night.
I place a rock upon the ground.
To mark your resting site.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Frozen Lake

Awake, Old Man Winter, hear my song.
Strong are your breaths that chill my bones.
Stones in the brook are wrapped in clear ice.
Twice they were thawed by a sun drenched day.
Cafe poetry, coffee and sweet cream,
Team up with thoughts of warm intimacy.
Consistency of winter's chilling winds,
Skins the sensitive heart yet one more time.
Sublime are mountains with their snow caps.
Perhaps now, we could dance on a frozen lake.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

A Dirty Little Limerick

There once was a gal, who wore only white.
She gleamed in the day and shinned in the night.
Then a guy tempted, come play;
in brown gooey mud today.
Now she's a horrible, dirty sight!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Winter Soil

( Haiku )

Blanket me with cold
sparkling crystal falling flakes
Prepare me for birth

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Of Peace and Joy

I learned as a child, the horrors of war.
I learned from books and pictures I saw.
I learned of hate, violence and greed
I learned of starving people, we couldn't feed.

I thought back then, the world would change
I thought other cultures, seemed really strange.
Why would they live in a place with no food and water?
Why would a parent pick a husband for their daughter?

Why does man fight over land, when there is so much?
Why can't we share the lands resources and such?
I thought time would civilize everyone.
But it's like waiting for the midnight sun.

I wish for us all, that wars would cease.
I pray everyday for world wide peace.
I found here, a little haven of joy,
of heart and soul...the real McCoy.

In our own little corner of the world, we live
with love, hope and understanding to give.
We, poets of the world, stand tall, stand proud
We speak in volumes without being loud.

Yet our message is heard through many words.
Rehearsed through scholars and even nerds.
Long live the words through our verse
as they enter the mind and then immerse.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Winter Icicles

Winter icicles smile smoothly
and I shiver.
Then I imagine your warmth-
an amazing storm!
Fondly you feed this fire
madly inside.
Blankets warm loosely-
you snuggle up.
An outrageous December!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Christmas Light

If ever I should lose my way
on a snowy covered road.
Never will I fear and tremble,
knowing You carry the load.

When winter's cold seeps into bones,
and flesh calls me to sin--
On bended knee to You I'll pray--
with You I'll always win.

O bright planet, shine down on me
this cold December night.
You're right on time, to show the way,
and chase away my fright.

You look just like a star, one night
that guided years ago.
To promise ever lasting life--
and keep me from my woe!