IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

IT WON’T BE LONG AT ALL

By Donna B. AKA ~Dee

published from WordPress.

June 27, 2022 ©

When will my heart stop beating so this ache will go away?

When will the pain leave me to live another day?

When will my heart find peace in the absence of my son?

When will this despair leave my heart alone?

When will my tears stop bleeding in crimson tones?

When will the hole in my heart be filled with hope again?

When will I stop regretting all the years that you were gone, the times we missed,  the miles you walked alone, the tears that fell in isolation, when you were so far away from home?

When will I stop thinking of the thousand miles of storms that you wandered in the cold?

When will I stop hearing your last words, “Help me mom, I need you; I’m about to fall?”

When will I stop thinking that something went very wrong?

When will I forget that cold night that you stopped singing your last song?

When will I stop seeing your shadow on every wall?

When will I stop hearing your
Whisper…  “I love you mom, be strong, we’ll be together soon; it won’t be long at all.”

My dearest son, Levi, had reluctantly left this earth on January 29, 2022.
His last echo is infinite but
“it won’t be long at all.”

By Donna Brown Bowles
(C) June 27, 2022

STONES CAN’T LIE

This is a RePost from 2014

STONES CAN’T LIE

I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me.

I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me.

Memory of a winter’s night.My heart was so cold it had turned to ice.

In summer it had thawed but, it had been hardened so long that it turned to stone.

I would tell you my heart was so sad and, that it hurt so bad but, that would not be true.

My heart was silent, for my spirit had died.

And the only thing I know is,

Stones can’t lie..

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By Donna Bowles (C)

AKA Dee Biggins

https://iblogstr8sicit.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/heart-of-stone/

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY

YOU ARE A WORK OF DIVINE POETRY
By Donna Brown Bowles (C)01/07/18
Have you ever thought of yourself as a work of “divine poetry?”

GOD’S POIEMA: Beloved, IN CHRIST by grace through faith (Eph 2:8,9), do you know what God says about you in Ephesians 2:10? You are God’s “WORKMANSHIP, created IN CHRIST JESUS for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” The Greek word for “WORKMANSHIP” is POIEMA which gives us our English words POEM and POETRY.
Poiema means “something made” and in context is something made by God Himself. As a new creation skillfully and artfully created IN CHRIST JESUS (2 Cor 5:17).

DREAMS~°•○●☆~

DREAMS

_____________________

I fell asleep one night.

I fell deep unto my dream,

in a place absent of time.

When your heart was free and your spirit was kind.

Serenity and peace set you apart.

I became frozen in a place in time, absent of meaning, transparent hearts of plastic that gave me the ability to see truth but not feel it.

Frightened, I screamed!

I awoke, only to find a mirrored reflection of someone I used to know.

Dreams, what do they mean…

Anticipation ~°•○●

One Nation under God chooses fear as opposed to morality… 

Tears fall on window panes…

Eyes absent of vision through a clouded window endures for but a moment in-between the storms and the rain..

Only a few can see and feel the heaviness in colors, black, blue, and melancholy… for you.

Some anticipate the sound of the trumpet…

Others refuse to believe…

Regardless, everything will soon change…

AWAKE; IT’S TIME…

When Everything You Feel is So Unreal

When Everything seems so Unreal and you can’t find your way home…

Remember that this world is only temporary and you’re only passing through…

Your home is where your heart lives and mine lives through HIM…

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Just

Feel

The

Soft

Cool

Caress

Of

The

Breeze

And

Know

It

Is

He

And

Believe

Just

Believe…

And

His

Spirit

You

Will

Receive

Infinitely…

By Donna Bowles

AKA Dee Biggins

June 1, 2016

Dreams lost at sea~°○●☆~

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Reminiscent of your tranquillity without  promise of reciprocity~

Azure canvas sets a silhouette for your unchallenged spell~

Your faultless essence restores my desire~

You are a calm in the eye of the storm~

An untamed echo in my dreams~

As your temper billows upon the sea awaiting your unchalanged command~

To break the silence of the calm~

And deliver birth to the raging storm ~

I bewail you…~

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~My Limited Perception~

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Redundancy of landscape limits my perception of truth.

A misleading impression of reality.

A semblance of peace confined within my terrain…

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~ ECHOES OF WAR ~

By Dee Biggins ©

December 11, 2015

ECHOES OF WAR

Roads saturated with humanity’s tears.

A world without conscience sentenced to endure the affliction of selfishness renders only insanity and hopelessness.

As tears pound like broken glass against the earth and screams break the speed of sound.

Drummers continue to pound a relentless beat of war leaving humanity deafened by their echos of war.

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~Silence~

This is my cameras definition of this evenings skys.

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This is what my vision had shown me.
A spirit trapped in the eye of the storm…

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Protected by its silence…

~This Evening Felt Unusual ~

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Something in the air…

And unfamiliar tone…

Present yet invisibility clear…

I wasn’t home…

~ The end or the beginning? ~

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Todays darkness to some may seem as a punishment.

But to others a moment of clarity.

A reminder of what we don’t want for our lives unless we are prepared.

An absolute that we are powerless over all things.

Yes, the end is coming for them without vision.

The beginning for the rest…

By Donna Jones Bowles

AKA Dee Biggins

November 16, 2015

~The World Through My Lens~

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Yesterday is gone

Today it’s clear

I should have never left

Tomorrow is a thousand miles away

~Silenced by lies~

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I heard your screams from a distance in a storm

Your echo was silenced by the thunder

Your voice as lightning without tone

As your heart became frozen

Did you search for meaning as to why

Or did you run away…

Motionless you sat alone on the basement floor

Denying what you knew so terribly long ago

Your screams always silenced

Your truth went untold

For lies did cast darkness

In the winter of your soul…

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By Donna Bowles

Dee Biggins (C)

March 4, 2015
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(C)2014-15] all photography, poetry, and stories are (C) unless posted otherwise.

~The only alternative~

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You are always in my mind.

Even when I’m not there.

My thoughts of you…

A reminder of a mountain that is impossible to climb.

Rendering no other choice.

I must leave myself behind.

Again…

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~My heart~

My heart went missing in the still of the night.

As I awoke from my slumber I felt something was not right.

Darkness crept in as, I opened my eyes, my thoughts rendering only lies.

Disguised as an angel without any wings I heard someone singing as somebody screamed.

I wasn’t quite sure of the message for I could not see.

Clouds of smoke broken vision.

I knew quite well there was something missing.

I sat alone in a room filled with broken years.

Frozen, though I longed for tears.

A rude wwakening shot pains through my chest!

I reluctantly accepted that my heart was stolen while I slept…

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~Reality 2015~

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The last day of the year

The last hour is here

What will come is to come

I’m tired of all this reality

I would run again but

I have run out of road

I must embrace and believe that

Everything

Is

Exactly

The

Way

It’s

Supposed

To

Be

A

New

Year

A

Rude

Awakening

For

Some

May

Be

A

Promise

To

Others

Prophecy

2015

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Rejoice, for He that is within thee, is greater than he that is in the world.

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~Simplicity~

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The truth is always simple

The journey is not

Humans complicate

The result

Common core

A lost society

That can’t find its way home

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~The Desert Scorn~

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The brazen scorn of the desert

Can seem punishing

Although we must ask ourselves

Is truth a punishment

If we choose to look its way

There’s a certain beauty

Even in the face of shame

The sun’s wrath to some

May be seen as a curse

But to others it may be a gift

In our deepest hour of despair

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~Waiting~

Alone I watch the desert skies

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Wondering where you are and how you arrived…

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I continue to wait for you to fly and rest from your journey

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Like you used to when you were tired of flying against the wind

This time you’re really flying high

You have probably forgotten

where you are and where you’re going

I’m sure by now that you cannot find

Your way home

Yet I wait

Why…

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~His map~

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His map in his hand

A dream in his heart

A familiar feeling of long ago

Yesterday seems so far away

On a paper map without a soul

He knows each road

Will lead him to a dead end

Where a house sets alone

Wearing a sign that reads

Condemned…

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~He who cannot remember the past…~

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The night of broken glass

Repeats itself

A diversion seized

Our memories

A history of Humanity

Spoken in darkness

Relentless war raging

While a nation cries

In a world on fire

We burn…

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HIS JOURNEY

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He travels many miles.

He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.

The countless meals he ate in silence.

He knows now that there is no map to return.

He finds a new road.

He finds himself as one with isolation.

Peace reassures him that,

He is on the right path.

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~ONLY A FAINT MEMORY ~

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The only thing left is a red tint of memory

A  dark shadow on my wall

A shattered mirror

Where your broken spirit used to appear

Narcissistically…

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~Sunset~

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A sunset is a preparation for night

Also a memorial for today

Night sets the stage

For morning’s sun rise

Darkness can be a solace

When you realize

It is always darkest

Just before the dawn

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~where have you gone~

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I have returned

But you’re not here

When I left you said…

Oh never mind

I don’t want to remember

It’s been too long

Although I must say

I wished you would have stayed

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~Staying focused on the good~

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Where did I go

I was in the middle of finding

The most beautiful part of me

A diversion led me away

When I returned

I had lost something

Something so profound

Now there are only fragments

Scattered in my mind

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~THE SKY IS FALLING ~

My arms are tired from holding up the sky

It’s falling and I can no longer abide

Earthquakes break like dominoes

Mountains shake and crumble in humility

I can no longer outrun the earths collide

Ships recklessly pollute our seas

The ocean had once washed our shores

But things have changed dramatically

As waves explode upon her chest

Infecting sand upon the land

As reckless captains do command

Purging toxins she now bleeds

Disease cries from sea to shore

Fierce winds fuel a world on fire

Our men are turned into war machines

I cannot look another day

For when I do my heart breaks in-two

It cracks and my faith pours out

I need a miracle this very hour

Take this cup from me I pray

Heal our scars

Cleanse our souls

And Lord, one more thing before you go…

The skyis falling and you see

This burden is too heavy

Will you hold it up for me?

~Just believe~

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Another night slips in with uncertainties.

A world on fire burning with lies.

A nation torn apart by greed.

Thunder rumbles… dividers they conquer.

Do not attend their battle.

Turn your head away.

Do not look to the left nor the right.

Look straight ahead and believe.

Winds will blow that you cannot control.

But you can adjust the winds in your sails.

It is only a distraction and a wicked scheme.

Its purpose is to steal your peace and love.

Then break your heart and steal your dreams.

Continue to believe in love.

This is of the utmost importance in this final hour.

Remember this night before you sleep.

Everything is going to be exactly the way it is supposed to be and, God has a plan for your life.

You are loved beyond measure.

And soon you will be set free.

Be still…

Believe…

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~Tonights nightmare~

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I was awakened in the night

By roars of monstrous sounds

Pounding over my pillow

Crashing through my skies

Rendered thoughts…no…no…no

It cannot be time

I heard boots marching

Choppers thundering

Screams of innocence

It is too late to run

But somehow I knew

It wasn’t to late to fly

I covered my head

I said a prayer

I tried to make believe

it was only a dream

But I knew it was the final nightmare

So I believed that I could fly

As I had  practiced many times

In my dreams throughout my life

My memories gave me faith

Faith became light

Light became hope

Hope became courage

Courage became wings

That lifted me up above

All the cries of Humanity

And all that refused to fly

All death that was smitten

By those who came

To kill steal and destroy

One will be taken

And one will be left…

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~We Need Change ~

   

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Nothing changes if nothing changes.
I’m not sure if I can express what’s in my heart. All I know is that it feels like broken glass and it ripping me a-part.
A-part of me wants to be set free. Yet a part of me is afraid.

I read and search beyond the scenes, behind the stage where lies are practiced to deceive. A media without  consciousness, lusting for blood, death and power, for anyone who might interfere.

Many are willing to be sacrificial lambs. Eager to please, in exchange for popularity and exceptance. Willing to slay their own, for monetary gain. They sleep well, and moan in their secret dreams.

Many are unaware.  They are trapped, and are intimidated into sharing a feast with hungry wolves that duel upon their breast, and leave them feeling defiled.

Many know, as I, but do nothing to stop them. We write, read, paint, create, and photograph to excape. The ugliest truths that were ever told.

We read political propaganda, and know it’s a lie, as it eats like a cancer into our consciousness, and rapes our minds. Creating a great divide, between the truth, and the red tides of death that crush our hearts and silence our screams!

I hate how I feel! I just want to run as
long as it takes, to stop feeling, and knowing all that I do. It is so sorreal!

Why am I paralyzed?

Why are you?

Why do I wait for the slaughter?

Why do you?

When will I stand?

When will you?

When will I fight?

When will you?

When will we take back our land?

When it’s too late?

The time has come and…!

Very soon it will be gone…!

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Wake up and take a stand!!!!

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~LAST NIGHT~

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I went to bed last night

And I fell asleep

I fell…

And fell…

Into my dream absent of time

When Your heart was free

Your spirit was kind

Serenity and peace

Set you apart

I was frightened

I tried to escape

I screamed…)))))

And when I awoke

You were standing over me

Holding a mirror so I could see

Dreams…

What do they mean…

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~Waiting for your letter~

It’s been a long time

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Since I have heard from you

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Memories cloud my eyes

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It’s true…you are really gone…

When you left you took my heart with you

Could you mail it back…

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~Listening?~

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I heard a knock in the night

Who could this be…

I answered with a shout

My gun in hand

Ready for a bout

Who is it I protested

A voice replied

Just

checking

to

see

if

you

were

Awake…

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You can…

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Burn our books,

Limit our freedoms

Deny our inalienable rights

You will never possess

The wisdom of our minds

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Nor the freedom of our spirit’s

We are not bound by this world

Our allegiance is omnipresent

A light you cannot see…

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We are free….
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~Help them Father~

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If I cry out in Your Name

Would You hear my burden

And take away their pain

Only You know what they’ve been through

Will You hold and protect them

Your mercy I know it’s true

I need a miracle this very hour

Grant them a vision

So they might see

The love they long for is endless in Thee

Touch their hearts and heal their minds

The price You paid was not in vain

You conquered death

So that they might live

I cannot watch them die another day
Father I lay them in Your arms

With my one last breath

I turn my head and walk away

My thoughts…

“I understand now how You felt…”

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Where is Heaven…

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As I consider the heavens in my sky

I ponder as to where

This place is we call heaven

My thoughts propose

Surely an impossibility

I sit in silence for a moment in why

Aware the greatest distance

Is between my head and my heart

Awaiting an answer…

An aura of heaven confirms it is real

Peace encircles a doubtful heart

The breath of angels wisps

In a breeze caressing my soul

Heaven is how you feel

When everything else is so unreal

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~Artist~4~Peace~

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I paint what I can’t express in words

I write what I can not paint

Drops of paint drip off my brush

As rain runs down my window

Blurring my perception

of what I think I see

My brush caresses with colors

In a memory of uncertainties

Upon an empty canvas

willing to be free

I now sit alone with thoughts

That have no place to go

They slam against my chest

Shooting pains into my heart

That take away my breath

Purging what I’ve hidden

Deep inside of me

unto a sarcastic template

Insisting words that I should see

Fonts in Braille as I tap reluctantly

I turn my head away

As a pianist’s fingers

Pounding chopsticks on the keys

So is my will to remember

My lost forgotten dreams

How did you know

Where to find me

I was lost so long ago

A confirmation that art

Wakes a sleeping soul

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~Moon Beams~

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Moon beams a bequeath of vision

As the night unfolds

Elimination of fears unknown

A colored space of light

In a blackness of time

Do not be fooled by what you feel

Sometimes our fears are so unreal

Perceptions of dark maybe

Is an absence of light

Dark is only a limited reflection

Of its ability to absorb

A mirrored perception

Do not fear in the darkest hour

Faith is the substance of things unseen

Follow

Him

And

just

believe

It’s

Time

Can you see…?

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I was wondering…

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What makes a man refuse to see

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Why can he look up in the sky and see the clouds and still not see the light

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Or smell the grass

Or feel the breeze

Or touch the blue

Of the Skies

Why

Oh

Why…

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~A feeling without evidence~

Will persuade you to awareness

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In your search for truth and…

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Can be painfully obvious when discovered.

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Words make us feel…

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What is real

Your words

Hit my chest

Cracked my heart

Open

Just enough

To let you in

And I am now able to touch

What I never could..

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Feel…

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Capture time…

A photograph is a feeling about an awareness of something inside you that you always wanted to know, yet the more you feel it, the less you  understand it, but long to…

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And you continue to capture particles of time and awareness of the moment

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Your photograph is a reflection of who you are, or maybe what you want to be, or where you can go…

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At times you get lost, and you are glad because if you didn’t, it wouldn’t be worth the journey…

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Time has come and gone…

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Bridge to peace

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A place to hide and feel what I  never could

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Escape from the other side where things are not what they seem

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I used to believe I had no place to go

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But I found this perfect place inside

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Under here…in 1904

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A void heart…

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My heart descended into

A fourth dimension in time

Bursting into a thousand pieces

A supernova leaving only remnant

To be swept up by a dark matter

My core ceased to exist

Gravity collapsing inward

Under the force of my own will

Denying illumination embracing a

nebulous atmosphere of space and time

Where your heart was no longer
mine

Leaving

Behind

A

black

hole…

Infinity…

Absent

Of

All

Rhyme

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By Donna Brown Bowles (C)
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New Life…

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As I open the door that I had closed long ago

Regret remorse and bitter sadness burn like acid deep into my soul

War raged for many years

I fainted for lack of hope

I was conquered by the darkness

A Prisoner of whom I did not know

My fight was fought in vain

Awakened by a moment of clarity

While lying in the rain

Only to find a space in time

That was no longer mine

Consumed in fear for knowledge

Of what I had become

Truth grabbed my heart with both fists tightening as I cried

What had happened to everything I knew

My light and truth had died

A blinding pain rebuked vision from my eyes

My spirit screamed at the sight of me

Demanding an answer as to why

I knew at that moment that light had left my side

As I mourned and loathed my very existence

Knowing I could no longer hide

A heart of stone softened by the tears that I cried

A warm breeze a caressing of hope

persuading me to forgive

And love myself again or maybe

For the first time…

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By Dawna Bowles(C)9/2014

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Dragon profiles a Stereotype

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Profiling isn’t a good idea

Do you know why

It could change the way humans identify

I am not St. George’s horse

As referenced in the book

“Folklore of the Dragonfly.”

I never even knew him

They would have you believe
I am a devil horse that flies
Oh my…

The romanian word for devil is “drac” but “drac” also means dragon in romanian

Because of all this mixed up stuff  my name translated as Dragonfly

Confusing right? Just another way to stereotype

Now I cannot tell you how many times this made me cry

Blue Dasher a preferred name of I

But I had no say in scientific decide

My kingdom is in Animalia

I have class of Insecta

My family is Libellulidae

I could go on
but why

The simple truth is this

My mother loves me

She named me Blueray
I am known as the blue dasher

I help with insect control

Especially mosquitoes as some of you already know

Now that you know the truth maybe next time before you stereotype

You’ll think twice…

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Heart of stone

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I used to scream so loud in the dead of night but no one could hear me

I would never turn out the light in hopes that someone would find me

Memory of a winter’s night my heart was so cold it had turned to ice

In summer it thawed but it had been hardened so long it turned to stone

I would tell you my heart was so sad and that it hurt so bad but that would not be true

My heart was silent for my spirit had died

And the only thing I know is

Stones can’t lie

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The bridge I must cross…

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Sometimes I hide from what I know to be true for it frightens me

My journey insists I cross a bridge that I rather not cross

Like a child’s uncertainty walking by the light of the moon

So my thoughts intrude in my clouded mind persuading me to higher ground

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I must cross or I will surely die

A bitter death of a spiritual kind

Intuitively I am painfully aware that I mustn’t haste

A day dream becomes my reality
demanding I move from my comfort zone

I am afraid…

What is on the other side…

Can you tell me

Or maybe I could continue

To hide…



No
I
Want
To
Be
Alive

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Sleeping…

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While you were sleeping

I saw you in my dream

Your eyes were closed

Your heart had been eaten

I was awakened by

The echoes of your scream

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I was there remember?

Lies cannot escape light

Anymore than truth can

Escape the darkness of

Them that condemn

The laws of the Universe demand!

Darkness roamed the earth

For seven thousand years

While sewage over flowed

With the reaper’s empty tears

wasted years…

Drifted

Off

the

Clouds

In

My

Dreams

And

Fell

Into

An

Empty

Black

Space

Of

Time

Where

Black

Holes

Are

Unforgiving

But

Wait…

It

Was

Only

A

Dream

Or

Maybe

A

Nightmare

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Looking back…

Where did I go

Lost in the storms of a time

When your love was forever mine

Now I am left sleeping in the rain

My rear view mirror a haunting

Of what I left behind…

Me…

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A perfect storm…

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Cooling the landscape to delicious

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Life is cool yet warm in an Arizona
Perfect storm..

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Tired of living…

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It’s easy to do
The things I wanted
Forsaken for you
I would never change anything
our love was so true
It will not be our end
I will always love you
Truly…

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Reflections…

Of the clouds in our eyes

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Reflections of a roadmap rid of lies

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Reflections of our nation’s constant cries

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Reflections of the beauty of our skies
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Reflections of a mirror for us to see  truth
Love
Peace
To
set
our
spirits
free
Eternally
brilliant
light
inside
You
And
Me

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The Day I Stopped Turning

Reminiscent of times before my record player stopped playing my song, merry-go-rounds, carousels,
and I, the forgotten ferris wheel stopped turning and left me on high…

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I found this image on line and it made me feel like I was able to touch a profound moment from the past.

This image is from..
ttp://fuckyouimagentleman.tumblr.com/post/94715026112/de-preciated-abandoned-ferris-wheel-by-city

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IN BETWEEN LINES

Lifeless I sit in a frozen mind
The only escape bold fonts
Between spaces of time
Paralyzed without reason
Italic letters absent of lines
To be sent without render in Braille
A type of a therapeutic rhyme

Dawnasong

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Choose light

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As a flower in the rain
I continue to glow because
I know the truth
If I choose to only exist
Negative energy lives
When I choose to live
Negative energy only exists
Light is a choice
Believe…

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Side Sliding

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Sometimes it’s not easy to follow the road that you know to be true. Today I slipped side ways,  but I soon realized it and straighten my perspective.
And things seemed to appear brighter.

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Isolation

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My humans deserted their home
My sky is onfire
I thirst in vain
My bird left her wire
Isolation a
familiar
Desert
Tone

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

My Truths…

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I know there is a journey
Which lies ahead
It is clouded by doubt
And but for a moment
I am a prisoner in the eye of her storm

At times I see my radiance
I long to touch it only to find
My reach exceeds my grasp
I turn my head and cry

One thing I know for sure
If I continue to run
Love will never catch me…

[By Dawna Bowles (C) 07/21/2014]

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A few things I know to be true

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I know what I feel
Deep inside that only I can hear my screams.

One day, I will reach so high.

I will catch all my dreams as, many as there are stars in the sky.

They will be mine.

I know that 0the weight of this world sits so heavily upon my chest that it is breaking my heart.

I know It is imperative that I not only sit in the rain but, taste it as well.

I know that sometimes I capture a photograph of love and it hurts.

And when I reach for it,

I discovered that it is only a negative.

And I sigh.….

Love, why must you hide your face from me?

I bleed.,.

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[Dawna Bowles (C) 07/22/2014]
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Ideas Create Art 4 peace

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“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events;  small minds discuss people.”

( Eleanor Roosevelt)

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Spiritual Thought

I am
blind
Because
my
heart
Is
Reluctant
to
carry
Vision
To
My
Eyes

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I can see because my heart is willing to carry Vision to my eyes
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Great Things

“Not all of us can do great things.
But we can do small things with great love.”
(Mother Teresa)

Have you hugged your dog today?

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They would think that to be great!

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Regarding Dogs

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“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
(Will Rogers)

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Eye candy…

Smell it

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color it

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Feel it

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Paint it

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Dance through it

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Absorb it

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Taste it

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Follow it

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See it

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Know it

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Love it

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Become it

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And never stop creating peace love and art…
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(L. W.)
Dawnasong

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I love locomotives

       This evening we went for a bike ride.
I was beckoned by a lovely train that was passing.
I got off my bike and walked slowly towards the train and watched it disappear into the sunset.
I felt as though I was an innocent child again. I decided to walk on the tracks in reminiscence of my childhood when a walk on the railroad took all my troubles away.
        We started walking and it felt as though I was tapping upon piano keys. I could almost hear the melody of their great history along with my nostalgic experiences as a child.
With a gentle breeze caressing my face as I danced along, it felt absolutely amazing and greatly peaceful.
        My memories as a child includes my brother Joe and I. We would wait on the tracks patiently for the train to come so we could watch the colorful box cars pass and receive a wave, and a smile from the conductor on the caboose.
He left us with a feeling that not only were we alright, but the entire world was alright and a peaceful place to live.
       My love of trains is a therapeutic melody to my soul, and a healing for my spirit. I must admit that I believe I fell in love with locomotives as a child and we will be in love till the day i die.
Once again love wins.

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Meadows of heaven

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Silently,  one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven
Blossomed the lovely stars the
forget-me-nots of the angels
(Longfellow–Evangeline)

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FAULT

“There is so much good in the worst of us
And so much bad in the best of us
That it amazes any of us
To find fault with the rest of us.”:)

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Simplicity

Simplicity of character is the natural result of profound thought.
(Hazlitt)

The fewer our wants, the nearer we resemble the gods.
(Socrates)

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Fame…

In fame’s temple there is always a niche to be found for rich dunces,  important scoundrels, or successful butchers of the human race.
(Zimmermann)

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Fame

    If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead,  either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.
(Franklin)

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A true friend

You’re only a dog, old fellow; a dog, and you’ve had your day;
But never a friend of all my friends has been truer then you always.
(Julian S. Cutler-Roger and I)

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My Ying Yang

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I closed my eyes so I could see
The hidden lies inside of me
With racing thoughts and troubled mind
The two collided left me blind

I searched for truth of my soul
A vampire of my heart foretold
Denial raped what I did find

I tried to say how I feel but
Sarcasm detested it’s not real
I have desire of willingness
To free my life of the abyss

A certainty of endless love
A promise to my raven dove

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Babylonian Fall

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Like a soul without radiance.

As a heartbeat without rhythm.

A violin absent of its bow.

A visionary with hollow eyes.

His dream apparently has died.

Comparisons of contrast as, brass resounding in the wind.

Is a nuisance of its tone.

Incongruity is the equal of its sum.

Resonance of harmony, is of course an impossibility.

As a conductor of a symphony directs with amputated arms.

So is a society blinded by demise.

Humanity is hopeless, filling rivers with her cries.

As history repeats a babylonian fall.

A Holocaust of America.

Will be remembered in her majesty.

Only as a “pop” on every Facebook wall.

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Victim…

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As a man without a country
A ship lost at sea
A shore without waves
A sunset without rays
A nightmare without end
An endless world-war of infinity
So is my heart in unaccountability
Another volunteer to be victim
For the enemy…

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Life

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I’m tired
I’m beaten
Burned
And
Torn
Horrendous
Storms
I
Continued
Inhaling
All
Desert
Thorns
Exhaling
Oxygen
So
You’ll
Be
Reborn…

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

My Thoughts

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I have so many things
I need to say but
My thoughts fall out
And hit the floor
Shattering like glass
Of a thousand pices
Broken fragments
Leaves me with no
Reasoning….

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Sunbathing Episodes

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Sizzling Susie’Q

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Ebony-lies

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Green bay slacker

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Blue’zie babe

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Babe’zie red’hot

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Chocolate kiss

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Lucie lavender

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Turquoise teezz…

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Golden-girl

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Here’2*please’zz

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Must-tan-sally

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Shared from WordPress

http://iithinks.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/naught-but-a-seeker/
This is so profound!  I love this abundantly!  I just had to add this photo. It’s not part of the original post. I just felt compelled to add it.:)

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Scenes of Memory

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What do they mean

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A lovely perspective

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Of long ago

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I feel their love

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That’s all I know…

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THERE’S A HOLE IN MY HEART

Forever

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Against All Odds

Unmeasured

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Beauty

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Serene

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Consumes peace and silence…

Philatelist To Thespian

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My sister was a thespian
Vacillating on the stage
She used to be a philatelist
Till she broke out in this rage
Meliorism a dream at glance
She continues of her praise
Penultimate her last dance
As she tore out another page
The crowd gathered around
Waiting for her colorful display
They were more then pleased
To know she traded in her collection
For her debut on the stage

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~HOKUM~

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

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106° Today

The flowers still came out to play…

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Some of them were falling asleep! 

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Summer time is ours to keep…

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[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
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MY NEW FRIEND

I think she likes me…

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Look at her style

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I hope she’ll hang with me a while

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She’s so beautiful

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Just look at her smile

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Best friends we’ll be just her and me

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Till the end with no pretend…
you’ll see…

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Wanderlust Subways

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Posted from WordPress all pictures and writings are
[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.

Mother

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My mother
How she made everything
Beautiful and new
Her smile surely lit up every room
Her kindness and her love
Always took away my gloom
I miss you mom with
All my heart and soul
Reminiscences of all the
Sweetest stories that you told
Never in the entire world would there be

A mother as lovely as thee
It’s seems like only yesterday
You would rock me on your knee
Your perfume smelled as lilies
And flowers by the sea
Our trips to the ocean shore
For lunch and taste the salty breeze
Oh mother how I miss you
I just wished that we could be
Together just once more
The day will come when we will be
Together forevermore

Happy Mother’s day my dear precious

Mother I love you..

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[ (C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles] unless posted otherwise.

Last Kiss

The cup I must partake
A bitter one indeed
A result of  past mistakes
Accountability has freed
A former Hostage of the queen
A passioned memory
Blood stains from our last kiss
Shattered dreams or so it seemed
If you see her
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Tell her my melancholy
Loved her from the start
However if I want to live
The queen and I must part
Goodbye my love
I’ll always cherish our
First
Kiss…
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MY SON

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Jake my son you have
Always been so much fun
Anything to help mom
Your motto when you were young
College glows from your face
Your happiness its trace
You’re a blessing
My heart smiles
Knowing you’ve become
A great son with
Your clouded guitar
You outshine
The brightest star
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All pictures and poetry are…
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014] (unless posted otherwise)

Signs of Our Times

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What do they mean?
Awake
Your
Spirit
Observe
Signals
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Indication
Forewarning
Alert
Obvious
Shouting
Echos
Gesticulate
Proof
Mayday
Tocsin
Becons
Trumpet
Sounds
Provoked
To
Choose
Whom
You
Will
Serve…
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“Because you’re going to have to serve somebody.”
Bob Dylan

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014] (unless posted otherwise)

Falling Off The Face of The Earth

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Falling off the face of the earth
Drifting out into space,
Obliteration…
Pressures conclusion
Zero gravity can’t hold my face
Cant say what I really wanted to say…
Nitrogen and oxygen
Have drifted away
Can anyone hear
Breathless
I
Fade…
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[Quote “falling off the face of the earth”
By Neil Young]
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All pictures and poetry are…
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

~**CARRY ME**~

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You carried me
When I had no legs
You carried me
When I could not see
You carried me
When I refused to hear
You carried me
When I was torn apart
You carried me
When I lost my heart
You carried me
When I went insane
You carried me
When I ran away
You carried me
When I refused to shine
You carried me
Every time…
Will you carry me
One more day
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[by Donna Bowles

AKA Dee (C)2014]

PAINT MY SONG

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I want to paint my song
Everything is…
Gone
Astray
Displaced
Burned
Elapsed
Vanished
Nonexistent
Dissipated
Dim
Empty
Storms…came…blew…blew…blew
For
Years…………………………………..
Pushing
Me
Down
A
Dark
Hole….
No…no…no…my heart cried…
I won’t die……!
Provoked
I…
Came to…

Came to listen…

Came to belive…
In
Me
You
The world…
Alive
I
Be…
.
Love
.
Won
.
Oh My I’m….so…

Grateful……………………………………
~°•○●♡~°•○●♡°•~○●☆♡~♡~°•○
……………………………………………….
I’m free…..

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Morgan Freeman in shawshank redemption. ..

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~Scarlet~

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Reminisce of your love
Resistance or pain
Rubicund tears overflowing years
Nest of thorns Clouds-n-rain
My scarlet My thorn
We were so insane…

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Just Walk…

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One day
Take a walk in my shoes,
You will rescind
Reluctantly embraceing
All them blues…
It is true
Yet
I
am
Who
I
Am
Because
Of
My
Past
Not
In
Spite
Of
It…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

Unused Talents

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Selfishness is giving up
Go ahead hide your stuff
You say, no use for you
Empty without truth
Talents overflow your cup
You say they can suck it up?
They don’t need me
Let them find something else
To set them free
Others do not possess your gift
Trodden souls are dieing
You get my drift…
Darkness takes their hope away
While you do naught another day
Someone’s gonna have to pay
But don’t you worry it’s all good
As long as you have your
Way one more Day
You’re
So
Vain


Published by Dawna Bowles
from WordPress [(C)2014]

R.O.Y.G.B. NEEDS T.

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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by Donna Brown Bowles ©2014

THEM BLUES

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Feeling blue never stopped me
From chasing another night
Just sitten here wondering
Why we always fight
Them blues been calling
Me back to sin so I can
Do it all over again
I can hear them talking
All over this town
Oh lordy he’s a wearing that frown
Can’t,cha hear my heart is a crying
Them blues is all I’ve ever known
Oh Baby please can you see I’m dying
And just let your daddy come home
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