Her Blue Eyes  

The lights were low and the beer was flowing.

The country song was all about a broken heart,

I was listening and slowly sipping my beer

Was feeling so low, didn't know where to start

I looked at the people who were singing along

And found myself staring in eyes that were so blue

They were telling me of heartaches and lost love

About a love that was supposed to be true

It was her blue eyes and mine almost green

There were no questions asked of what or why

Hearts in direct contact and thinking of love

Unspoken messages were sent eye to eye

She was in my arms long before the night was over

We danced and afterwards we walked hand in hand

We kissed in the shadows under the old oak tree

Next day I was back on the boat and far from land

I often think back and miss her with all my heart

I try to play tough but inside my heart cries

When I think of the wonderful love I experienced

That night with the girl with the pretty blue eyes

Debonair © 2004

I thought it is now time to post one of my own poems again…

One very special angel

I confess that I was tempted

By your heavenly magic charms

When I thought of your sweet body

To fill my longing open arms

You are so far above us mortals

Yes so beautiful and gracious

Like some imaginary goddess

Sharing this lonely world with us

Your smile speaks of promises

And your eyes are so enchanting

Your body with the softest curves

Your voice like the Uirapuru sings

Your love is like the cotton clouds

To high for me to ever reach

But I can always watch in awe

Deprived of words and speech

My heavenly creature you were

Borrowed from the heavens high

To fill my heart with love and joy

Until the day you‘ll say goodbye

Debonair © February 2008

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Uirapuru…. A legendary bird of the Amazon Jungle. It is said that when it starts singing all other birds stop their song to hear it

Being Afraid!

Standing on the desert line,

Left in my emotions of uncertainty,

Leaving all my pain behind,

‘cause in your face I found the only answer.

How could all faith have been lost in the horizon?

But when I turned around,

The answer I found was in the hope I had in you.

Chorus:

It’s where life gets you being the person you are

The answer not lying in being afraid

And getting mad will only leave you being sad,

Feeling alone, being afraid so

Pushing away seems like the only

Answer, but maybe just taking a chance!

Believing in God and taking the leap, knowing that

Over the edge His hand will catch your falling body,

Just to pick you up.

He’s making you strong,

He’s giving you hope,

‘cause He’s the only way your life will lead

Finding the answer,

Not knowing it then,

But losing the doubt in the pit left behind.

Seeing the purpose that God has for you,

Believing and jumping,

Singing and praying,

Telling and knowing,

All for His great Name.

It’s where life brought you being the person you are,

Taking the chance and not being afraid.

Thanks to our God

Praise to His Name.

Odette © 14 July 2004

I am posting another poem written by a young girl whose mother committed suicide.

I know that there are grammar mistakes but I did not want to change anything for this is the way she wrote it. Please take the time to read it for I am sure she is not alone in her grief..

Thank you very much

Debonair

This is a poem written by the daughter of the lady in my poem “Die Dood”.

She gave me permission to post her poem. She is still in school but unfortunately I can not give more details for I don’t want people to recognize her