Ingredients: Sour milk, pudding mix.
By: Deborah Amar
Today I need to eat something
With what’s left that I can use
Ingredients are limited
But that’s never an excuse
First I need to inventory
What my fridge has in supply
I don’t think there’s much I can make
Or much there that I should try
I cannot roast banana peel
Why I saved it I know not,
The kidney beans are dried and old
And are sticking to the pot
The bread has something growing now
And seems more like a fern
I have a slice of onion left
But stinky food I should spurn
My eyes then …

By: Deborah Amar
A summer day can never end
Or so it seems each year
The longer cycles of the sun
Make cloudy skies seem clear
Each time the wind begins to chime,
And end begins to near
A whisper of the softest sort
Flows gently to the ear
The scent and sight enough are great
Yet lilies live for more
The lilies whisper poetry
As none have heard before
The lilies whisper to the day
That sends the breeze below
It touches ground that none can see
Where lilies lively grow
Beautifully arrayed in white
And drinking from the soil
Free to whisper their poetry
Without the need to …

By : Deborah Amar
It was a day of any kind
With gentle, tranquil, breeze
The sun awoke upon the hill
And climbed the sky with ease
Upon the hill there was a tree
With birds that chimed the day
Enjoying each a peck of fruit
From cherries grown in May
Swaying soft on branches firm
The cherries soon would fall
The ones that fell provide the food
For creatures great and small
Behind the hill there was a hole
Where rabbits made their nest
Among them one of quickest feet
Who liked the cherries best.
With quickest feet The Rabbit leapt
Then hopped upon the hill
Gazed straight …

Excerpt from The Universe Whispered, by: Deborah Amar
Reach out beyond the pathway
And come into the night
The day alights upon it
But stays now out of sight.
Your eyes have seen the temple
Your hands have found the throne
Bring forth the wisps of power
And make the night your own.

By: Deborah Amar
We are the things of darkeness
The eaters of your tears
That hover by your footsteps
acknowledge all your fears
we make your joy run dry
and flood you with great hate
we linger in your shadows
making sure you are too late
we are the things of darkeness
and now we call to you
to create now the new darkeness
that only you can do
we bid that you should wake them
the children of the night
fill them all with worries
and fill them all with fright
summon now your spectres
to march upon the hills
let loose the tides of darkeness
that mercilessly kills
breathe …