Moving in the face of fear
drowning in a sea of devils,
I saw hope all around me
pushing me forward.
I suddenly felt courage
like never before.
‘Who are you?’
The devils sneered,
‘How dare you try to pass by.’
Dripping with uncertainty I glanced down
With one hand I gripped my fist,
pointed my finger in a demon’s eye
and screamed,
‘Who are YOU!’
blowing them away with one breath,
laughing as I passed by.
©2014 Nikki DuBose
And in these quiet places
in the secret moments of our hearts
a garden blossoms
Long awaited
it is the arrival of hope
faith and love
cultivated by a prism of miracles
Tiny angels dance around
in sweet succulent honeydew
to announce the presence
of victories’ glorious overdue.
©2013 Nikki DuBose
Heaven holds your beauty
But you hold our hearts
Can’t see it truly
It’s so dear to us
We don’t see it clearly
Cause the pain is so near
Since you left too
early
We’ve been missing you here
Happy Birthday mommy
This world is so grey
Broken glass and shallow
Holding nothing
at bay
Happy Birthday mommy
We will see you tonight
When you come to greet us
With your spirit so bright.
©2013 Nikki DuBose
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We love and miss you mom,
Love Nikki and Anthony
As I sat in the juniper garden with her, her dark hair flowing in and beneath the purple sun, glistening with the waves crashing softly in the background, I suddenly felt as though I were truly alive and at peace. There she was, all at once, my beautiful mother. In all of her glory, the pristine and angelic presence of her shone like the sea and I felt that no matter what I did for the rest of my life, I would be okay, protected and invincible. No one could hurt me. My mother was there; watching, helping and guiding. Her intoxicating smell of vanilla enveloped my senses like a deep, warm hug and I knew that I was loved forever. That kind of love that only a mother can give. I rested my head in her lap as I had so many times as a child and fell asleep. We flew to another time, another place, only to be known as Heaven. Our Heaven. Our Heart. Our World. Eternal.
©2013 Nikki DuBose
Desiree, Desiree, Our sweetest Desiree
Heaven knows no time or space
You hold the keys to our
Heart
Desiree, Desiree, Our sweet Desiree,
God is holding the beauty of your face.
When the clouds of Breath roll on
You will see we can’t go on
Without you,
Our sweet Desiree,
Desiree, Desiree, Our Sweet Desiree,
God is holding the beauty of your face.
Our Sweet Lord
This we pray
Take these endless tears away
Our nighttime cries
They just won’t go away
Desiree, Desiree, Our Sweet Desiree,
God is holding the beauty of your face.
©2012 Nikki DuBose
August 14, 2012
Rest in Eternal Peace with Our Heavenly Father, Desiree Lucille Dopson. September 24, 1968 – August 10, 2012. Heaven gained an angel, and I cannot wait to see you one day.
I love you and miss you. Thank you for all of the love and joy you brought into mine and so many across the world. Forever missed and never forgotten, only celebrated.
I saw my butterfly
Laced with pink and purples
Defined by lace.
I saw my butterfly
Soaring over the mountains
I felt your Grace.
Mariposa awoke me in the night,
“Put on your fancy clothes
And tennis shoes
For we are about to take flight.
Jump on my back and hold on
Never let me go.”
Sparkling seas and butterscotch fields
Were lit on fire
By me and my Mariposa
As we sailed in the night.
And I danced
And I cried
And I laughed
And we danced
Me and my Mariposa.
©2012 Nikki DuBose
My slippers laced
Pink, pressed and tied
My feet are engaged
Pointed left and right
My back is straight
No room to breathe
My body cannot contain
More control, more detail
Your mannequin cries in pain.
The lights are set
The curtain is drawn
The sea of faces
Waiting, judging, knowing
What lies beneath
This perfect face
A devil of distress
My heart in tears
Your Mannequin loses the game
Your Mannequin gains the fame
Your Mannequin stands lifeless
Limp
Pale
Perfectly packaged
Your mannequin needs her name.
©2011 Nikki DuBose
It is important that we cherish our grandparents because they hold so much love in their hearts for us. Tell your grandparents that you love them often; you are living because of them.
My late grandmother, Lousie DuBose, often said something that stuck with me. She said, “I thought I was poor that I had no shoes, until I met a man that had no feet.” Let’s all see beyond ourselves, and look to those in need. Let’s all be thankful and look for the opportunity to serve others.
I wrote this poem in honor of Louise DuBose, or “Granny”, as I will always remember her by.
Someday, Somewhere
When the Lilies Turn Blue
I’ll shower you with kisses
My Love Encompasses You
Gallop on the Horses
Black, Brown and White
Ride off into the Sunset
I’ll Feel You In the Night
I cry for you, Louise
I cry for you all the time
Your strength, Femininity
Will forever be in my Life
I awoke in
Your garden of Azaleas
Knowing that Smell
Of your Caring Caresses
But you are nowhere to be found
Until I see above my head
A sight so Burning in Thee
Transparent, Transcending
Your Bright Soul
Hovering Over Me
“Remember Me, My Dear Nikki
For I Love you So
Remember me in the morning
And in the Gardens Growth
I will send for you my horses
To bring you back safely in the night
But please never forget how much
I love you for all of Time.”
With her words tender swords
She pierced my heart and soul
I saddled all our horses
And rode to our Gardens Growth
Slumber overtook my eyes
And I fell fast asleep
When I awoke in the Sunrise
Your Love did Carry Me.
Sitting in my little boat
Old, squeaking and grey
I look beyond invisible skies
To see November’s rain
Up above the heavens declared
Infinite treasures Of rubies
Lapiz lazuli, a crown for my head
Down below
My little boat
Mirrors of liquid
Reflecting the skies
Rising out of November’s rain
Marches of soldiers
Surrounding my Faith
Fighting with swords
Infinite, merciless, consistent
Powerful
I will never feel afraid
For the Hand that
Pours November’s rain
Brings me rain
That fights For me
His rain endures
His rain nourishes
And so I
Soak in His rain
Like an angel
Like a queen
Child of His rain.
©2011 Nikki DuBose
There is this path
Called my life
Filled with endless
Memories, people, places
I’ve lived the good life
Seen the shiny things
My life, my life
Is filled with beautiful things
Of the empty kind
And oh I pass by
From city to city
Long enough to see
Not long enough to remember
Always to forget
My life my life
Is but a shadow
Here in the reflection
Of my lonely walk of life
©2011 Nikki DuBose
Lamentations 3:24-25 “”The LORD is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I have hope in Him.” The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, To the person who seeks Him.”
Currently listening to: “I Can Only Imagine” by Mercy Me.