Sunday, May 12, 2013

Smile



His smile warms my heart and makes me blush,

He past me in the hall---he smiled---but was in a rush.


Smile at me once more,

His beautiful smile I adore.


His smile radiated love signals---to me I hope,

Is there anyone else for him---I hope nope.


His smile followed me home to appear in my dreams,

We were dancing---under the moonlight it seems.


When he asked me for a date,

I said “Yes---I didn’t hesitate.”


Long story short---I now see his smile every day many times over,

I see it in our twins---they smile and laugh as they play with Rover.


A smile can wake-up the coldest heart,

So don’t forget to smile---it can give your love life a start.


© BEPH  2013 All Rights Reserved



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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Memorizing Experience



Most of us know the type that catches our attention,

Some prefer tall dark and handsome bad boys---a few I could mention.


Whether in High School or college,

He made our hearts palpitate—and

sometimes we giggled---this is common knowledge.


Did yours look like Channing Tatum or Tom Selleck?

Whomever---your heart yearned for--- he was Angelic.


Was it his long legs, his biceps or his eyes that shines with admiration?

Or maybe his lips so full and masterful ---and you tasted them---with great appreciation.


Did he call you after your first date?

Or did you sit by the phone and wait?


Inconsideration has spread through our Nation,

The outbreak is epidemic---no cause for a celebration.


If this sounds like you,

Well---girlfriend this is what I do.


When a guy says---I will call you,

I say---I’m never home to answer---I coo.


So softly I say bye-bye,

I might see you on the fly.


If you want to see me---you will,

Until then fellow---you can just chill.


So many guys--- on campus,

Handsome---not doing tricks like a grampus.


Don’t give them the chance to think you are needy,

Nor, for a relationship---you are greedy.


Just be yourself and have fun,

And when it is over---it is simply done.


This is called experience---we all need it so,

Without it---you might settle for an unlovable beau.


© BEPH  2013 All Rights Reserved



 Wake Me With Your Lips
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Friday, February 8, 2013

Angel Feather



Walking home late one night,

I witnessed a wondrous sight.


As a long white fluffy feather fell----in the moonlight,

I picked it up, and stardust danced and sparkled bright.


It felt alive within my hand,

It is difficult to believe it happened to me----a mortal woman.


I heard there were a lucky few,

That had found a feather---too.


Believe it or not---it is the truth I tell,

For with this feather---I made people well.


Although this happened so long ago---my feather

is still white as snow and strong as leather,

Yes---my friends it is my Angel Feather.


© BEPH  December 8, 1992


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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

A Little Girl’s Prayer




I thank you Dear God for making my Grandmother---I call her Mimi.

Her soft voice sings me to sleep with a prayer “I pray the Lord my Soul to keep”

She said it is much better to talk to you than count all those sheep.


My Mimi takes me to school each morning as Mama nurses my baby brother,

Thank you---God for sending him---just for us. But Lord---I don’t need another.


He cries too much because he is a baby my Mimi said,

And my mercy he has no hair on his tiny head.






His blue eyes stares and he smiles so sweetly at me,

Mama said he cannot focus yet---but I know he can see.


After school--- I looked into his bed to see if he is asleep,

And I pray to the Lord again for my brother’s soul to keep.


When we grow up a good sister I will be to him,

Yes, I love my little brother named---Jim.


I will teach him---the ABC’s,

And to count 1,2,3’s.


I will show him how to climb a tree,

And carefully watch a honey bee.


And to make a Valentine,

And draw a card at Christmas time.


To sing Jingle Bells, in our red hoods,

And sing “Over the River and through the Woods.”


I will teach Jim how to make a snowman stand,

And put a glove on the snowman’s short stick hand.


I will choose his first girlfriend for him.

Dear God I am so tired now---I will just say Amen for Jim.


And Lord thank you too, for always being here,

So very near. Amen


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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Is He Searching for Me?


My heart is like the angry sea,
Its mighty waves peak and roar
and will forever be,
Waiting I am here—
until my true love finds me.
Where is my true love that is waiting?
Is he searching or hesitating?
Does he look up at the stars at night?

Is he still looking when morning is light?
Does he watch the streets and parks?
Is he able to read many hearts?
I am waiting for him here,
In the City Park so near.

Will his eyes seek out mine?

Are my needs a sin or a crime?

I want a love to last until the end of time,

A blissful love needs to be sublime.


I can feel him sometimes so very near,

My hearts beats fast to give a cheer.


Where is he in my life?

Do I know him or is this searching all in strife.

I only want to be his loving wife,

Yes---for life.

Now I see people in the city everywhere,

They walk by me without a care.

I think I will join a dating site,

And maybe I will find my Knight.

I know he is out there somewhere,

In this world somewhere he is there.


© BEPH  2012  All Rights Reserved


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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Love Can



Love can calm the anger in any lover's fight,

It can bond two people together with all its might.


Love is there when lover's are happily sated,

This happens to ones who has long dated.


Love is the light that shines in ones eyes for just you--
and makes you feel divine,

And his sweet lips like honey says---you are mine.


Love is forever, and a day,

It has always been that way.


Love will make you laugh and cry,

It will surprise you and make you sigh.


Love is what you feel for only one,

Never for another can it be done.


Love is truth--when you are near or far apart,

Love is the seed that grows n your heart.


Love is only real, for the ones who feel.

Love is non-negotiable, and will never leave,

Even after death and you grieve.


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Monday, March 26, 2012

Is His Love Faithful and True?



When the morning Doves coos

welcomes the light of day,

I am awaken by the flickering light— 

filtering through the trees,

and splashing daylight my way.



I am told love comes to those who wait,

But patience is not my virtue, nor is it my mate.



So many times I stood watching the waves as they slowly

wet the beach sand,

It reminds me time is ticking away, and where is

my man.                                                                                    


Was this a real business convention?

Or has another woman captured his attention.


Yesterday, he kissed me good-bye at the door,

He left so fast—I wanted more.


He did not call last night as he promised to the skies,

There will be no compromise.



Is he a liar—that is easily surmised?

It is not I that will be surprised.


The doorbell chimes----I walk slowly to answer the door,

And just delivered are flowers galore.


Flowers are beautiful indeed,

But this man had better take heed.


I never trust a man, who lied once to me,

Never a fool will I be.


No excuses will I conceive,

When he arrives, he will just have to leave.


Does he love me? I would say no,

This liar will have to go.


Never think a woman who is blond is dumb,

Or you may see a war dance and never hear the drum.


He is no man of mine,

I will give him no time,

He is not worth a dime.






© BEPH  2011 All Rights Reserved

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