The Autumn days grow shorter as if it
were an hour but when I wake up
yawning I want to see that autumn sky
and every night when I go dreaming of
oh I wish…I wish…I could just dream but
in my heart I know I have to live and live
forever…
“His will be done.”
~Amen~
My precious daughter wrote this in second grade.
~By Jessica Jones age 7 ~
(C) 1997 Alaska.
~☆ ♡ My precious daughter ♡ ☆~
My sister painted me today
She was troubled by the state of our
world in so many ways
She said painting takes it all away
So here I am
Used as a canvas
As a healer of pain…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Are so damn mean
They never listen just sit and scheme
I try to express what’s in my heart
Sarcastic glares with eyes unseen
When night comes and I’m fast asleep
They sneek in and peer inside my dreams
Awakened by their sinister stares
I scream…!
“What are you doing in my dreams?”
They run with grins back on their walls
Oh I tell you true their day will come I’ll
Wash them clean right off the halls
Wallflowers are so damn mean
or so it seems…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Hi would you like to play
I know I am different
But is that okay?
I have been standing here
For a many long days
Equality is the only way
I want to learn about your likes
So I can be a part of your life
I see you running and playing tag
It makes me happy
I wish I could play
See my smile it is just like yours
I have a heart but
Sometimes it hurts
I want to be included in
I won’t give up no not I
I will be waiting
With my big grin
Equality for light poles…
Don’t*cha know?
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
Hi thanks for stopping by
I get lonesone in the sky
You took my picture that’s nice
I just wondered why
Would you like to be with me
Tonight we could light up this dark sky
I think you love me and I cant figure
Out the reason why
You must love every atom
In our universe that’s fly…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
One Saturday afternoon I was out for a drive and I noticed this abandoned old house. I felt compelled to pull into the driveway. I got out of the car to photograph the uniqueness of the silhouetted old house againest the lovely landscape.
I noticed among the ruins a cheerful wild bush of scarlet flowers.
A melancholy of beauty consumed me.
My heart smiled as I observed their loveliness.
The flowers smiled back at me with a shyness, for they hadn’t been adored by a human in over a decade.
Suddenly I felt a profound love pouring from the structure. A drop of water fell from the roof and hit my shoulder; I realized it was a tear. The house was weeping. I looked up and the house looked into my soul.
There was a moment of silence, then the house said,
“I used to be as lovely as the scarlet flowers.”
I felt as though I was frozen in a moment of time, when the broken house thought his eyes would never meet mine.
Our eyes met we knew all to well
Entropy has no prejudice just ageing collide, yet he knew at that moment
I loved him inside, and even more for his stories untold.
Once again, love wins.
[By Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
This is a reblog on a post I deleted accidentally!
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Today is a beautiful day for me
It’s the first time I had my
Hair done you see
My hairstylist says that
My hair looks cool
Her smile how it set me free
She used a blow dryer
And other tools
She said that I am lovely and it shows
No more tangles for me you know
My hair blows softly in the wind
I feel so beautiful for the first time
Do you think that vanity is a crime…
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by [Dawna Bowles (C)2014]
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Playing with colors of photography
Like a finger painting child you see
I love to play makeing messes all day
Idle hands are the “devils-workshop”
The conclusion of what my Mother would say..
Get to work there’s no time for play
Yet spectrums of rainbows
Insures a renewal of life
Mother I beg you
this hokum brings strife
I made another friend today
He’s a Rock Star and you know what
He said I make him glow.. …~°•☆~blushing~•°☆~
Making friends is so much fun
I
Like
You
Too
Will
You
Be
One
(?)
I think she likes me…
Look at her style
I hope she’ll hang with me a while
She’s so beautiful
Just look at her smile
Best friends we’ll be just her and me
Till the end with no pretend…
you’ll see…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
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Will you be my friend when I am a star
Will you be my friend when I am me
Will you be my friend when you see
The loneliness inside of me
When I fail to be the person that I should be
When I am afraid and I
Show the ugly side of me
When I have fallen from my lofty star
Will you be there to break my fall
Will you hold me when I cry
Lift me up and help me stand
Will you be my friend till the end
I love you
Will you be my friend…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
Published on WordPress by Donna Brown Bowles ©
R. I. Y. G. B. NEEDS T.
I’m never invited to parties by R.O.Y.G.B.
I go unmentioned in regards to the sea.
At times, I silhouette the sun.
I am the favorite color of, the one who writes this poem.
Why can’t R.O.Y.G.B. open up its box for me?
I beg the world to set me free.
Oceans glow so beautifully.
Some say it is because of me.
Turquoise is my only name.
Many photographer’s landscapes proclaim.
My only wish is, to be a color,
included by the rainbows mother.
Please help the world so that they might see.
That turquoise shines through you and me.
Then, R.O.Y.G.B. and T, happily forever we will be.
A sea of colors all as one.
Can you see how lovely that would be?
Thank you, sincerely,
~ T ~
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