Character

05 Sep 2011 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in poetry, September 2011 Tags: , , ,


It’s in the things you choose
and within the games you lose
the truth of who you are inside
and everything you cannot hide

Never in the winning plays
and not in the glory of talented days
what’s revealed is never in the light
only in the dark of night

Not ever there when things are best
when you’re at one moment better than the rest
it shows when things don’t go your way
the truth leaves nothing left to say

It’s what’s revealed when the lights of fame go out
when self promotion is not what you’re about
the truth of who you truly are and have always been
shown like a spotlight on the character of men

Time

23 Aug 2011 9 Comments

by Deborah Horton in August 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


They say with time all is known
things we will someday be shown
time to learn time to live
and it is only you my love I give

They say with time all wounds heal
that tomorrow will change the way we feel
everything will move and grow
and I love you more than you can know

They say with time all things are clear
that the unknown is what we truly fear
the things left hidden inside the heart
and it is you I have loved right from the start

They say with time all things must end
that each passing second brings it closer again
though death must come and none can forestall
and until then I will love you with my all

Almost

15 Aug 2011 5 Comments

by Deborah Horton in August 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


I almost said I loved you when you looked at me
those eyes that reached into my soul so deep
again when you stood so close I could smell your skin
almost said the words but no and then

I almost said I loved you when you took my hand
your fingers wrapped in mine I could hardly stand
and as you pulled me closer almost did I speak
but strong I remained even tho I was weak

I almost said I loved you when you kissed me so
soft and sweet long and lingering feeling it tips to toe
again as you kissed me over and over making it hard to breathe
the words almost spilled out I never wanted to leave

I almost said I loved you when you and I were one
wrapped around each other and others there were none
but I kept it hidden deep inside the words in silence held
and now that you are gone it seems it’s just as well

More

27 Jul 2011 4 Comments

by Deborah Horton in July 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


Winning often comes in inches or in the next step
when all you want to do is quit when nothing else is left
you pick yourself back up again sometimes in pain and fear
and remember everything and everyone that got you here

You feel as though you’ve reached the end
and that there’s nothing more
search inside yourself for any hope at all
you wonder how you’ve gone on before

Victory is won in inches in the tiny steps you take
in leaving everything behind and seeing the end that is yours to make
letting go of doubt of fear of pain of those who say you can’t
by sheer force of will you take the next inch just a little more

Nothing comes as sweet as winning won through mighty struggle
the knowing that after all you are still there to stand in victory
for it is not the winning that truly matters in the end
it is the fight that offers the soul something more

Whispers

22 Jul 2011 1 Comment

by Deborah Horton in July 2011, poetry Tags: , , ,


You come to me in whispers
you come to me in sighs
finding me once again
knowing where my heart lies

You come to me in darkness
and then again in light
the whispers of your heart
find me be it day or night

You come to me completely
leaving nothing hidden away
sharing thoughts and whispers
making me want to stay

You come to me as lover
and also as a friend
the whispers of our hearts
forever now no end

Nothing

02 Jul 2011 6 Comments

by Deborah Horton in July 2011, poetry


There’s nothing left of the past now
no memories, no feelings
erased as if it never was
cleansed of every moment

Nothing left now as if it were dead
and you along with it as well
all the hurt and the lies
as vapor in the sky

Finally nothing there left at all
all the past as a rain washed clean
no traces to be found
to start anew is all that remains

Nothing now finally free
no part of it living
gone and forgotten removed from me
nothing….nothing…nothing

Touch

16 Jun 2011 1 Comment

by Deborah Horton in June 2011, poetry


I want to touch you all the time
feel your lips pressed closed to mine
the warmth of your body envelopes me
it is only you that sets me free

For all the ways you love me so
and even in those I never know
to feel you touch me heart and soul
so close to losing all control

To touch the stars in your eyes
breathe you in words become sighs
no longer alone never broken again
where do I stop and where do you begin

Touch me softly slowly only always
through the nites and into the days
for you are all that my heart desires
come with me let’s stoke the fires

Walls

30 May 2011 1 Comment

by Deborah Horton in May 2011, poetry Tags: , , , ,


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Guarding the walls of your every freedom they stand
across lines and borders into many a distant land
from each advance to destroy your liberty they perservere
both far away and those who are right here

Standing on the walls protecting all you hold dear
the lines of freedom both far and near
through all assaults they protect and defend
never breaking but sometimes they bend

The walls they guard surround you with peace
each one of you from the powerful to the very least
they make no distinction they protect one and all
always they stand and sometimes they fall

The walls they stand on are covered by sacrifices in the past
the blood they shed isn’t the first it won’t be the last
every moment they hold fast both the living and the dead
honor them now those who fight and those who bled

The walls remain standing for you at each sun rise
shining across rows where those who sacrificed lie
watching as ever those brave those true
ever guarding the walls of freedom for me and for you

Often

07 May 2011 4 Comments

by Deborah Horton in May 2011, poetry


I often think of you

when my roses are in bloom

as I tend my flower beds

if I smell mimosa

when I see magnolias in bloom

I often think of you

when I make a recipe you taught me

if I have your favorite foods

as I use a favorite saying of yours

when I wish I could talk to you

I often think of you

when I eat a fresh tomato sandwich

as I listen to a song you loved

if I see a beautiful arrangement of silk flowers

as the Christmas lights twinkle and shine

I often think of you

when I realize how hard it is to be a parent

as the spring brings new flowers

every time I look inside my heart

Miss you mom….

Shadows

12 Apr 2011 4 Comments

by Deborah Horton in April 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


And lo though I walk through this life with no regret

the shadows they follow me still

the past is gone but unforgotten as yet

it lingers at the corners against my will

 

And lo though I walk knowing it is better now

the stitches of the wounds remain

to completely erase rewind forget somehow

these things I cannot yet attain

 

And lo though I walk in love and light

the darkness that once was creeps in and out

even though I resist with all my might

just  a little twinge just a little doubt

 

And lo though I walk renewed and stronger

the shadows remain just out of reach

wishing them gone to be here no longer

but there are still lessons they must teach

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