A Humming Bird in Flight. Let Us Learn!

A Humming Bird in Flight

A tiny creature, barely noticeable,

The size of an insect.

What a rare and precious find, incredible!

If we could but enlarge its beauty, it would reflect

The glory of nature in one swift swoop

As the tiny bird sweeps into our lives with ballet loops.

Ah, the peace, joy, and purity of nature…

It reminds us to look for the little things

That bring so much meaning, depth, and will to nurture

All life upon our planet, all thoughts and feelings in our souls.

We can learn much from this luminous, humming fowl

Who has no troubles, woes, resentment.

Skimming the skies in faithful bliss,

Seeking the nourishment that strengthens the minuscule wings.

Listen closely as you hear the song of endless

Joy, peace, freedom, and contentment.

So let us sing!

–Deborah A. Bowman

What Did the 4th of July Mean to You?

Another 4th of July, another holiday Monday.

But what did it mean?

Was it fun & frolic on a bright summer day

Or subdued memories of history unseen?

The red, white, and blue are so much more

Than just bright decorative colors.

The U.S., the world, has been shaken to the core.

Love, hope, and pride should burn with passion!

History Points the Way to Our Future

Check Out My New Blog Which Shares a Lifetime of Spiritual Research

https://betteryourwellnesscom.wordpress.com

For decades I have been actively studying spiritual and metaphysical subjects: history, evolution, divination, the soul, the Universe, our existence. This has included psychological pursuits as well because the development of the personal psyche makes all of these pursuits one and the same. This blog will share my findings and research.

I know there are many like-minded individuals seeking their own pathway upon this journey. I hope we can share our findings and our hypotheses on this exciting, evolutionary subject.

Angels dwell among us!

My Writer’s Life Story

My story is everyone’s poem.

My characters grow, evolve, roam

Just as we all do.

Emotions rising that finally flew

From the nest and took to the sky!

My story, my poem, my life is why…

I thrive and survive!

–Deborah A. Bowman

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Emotion in the Sky!

 

 

“Phoebe Snow – Poetry Man” — AMERICA ON COFFEE

Phoebe Snow (born Phoebe Ann Laub; July 17, 1950 – April 26, 2011 was an American singer, songwriter, and guitarist, best known for her 1975 song “Poetry Man”. She was described by The New York Times as a “contralto grounded in a bluesy growl and capable of sweeping over four octaves.” Professional life It was […]

via “Phoebe Snow – Poetry Man” — AMERICA ON COFFEE

Great research and blog on Phoebe Snow! Check it out!

Thank you, https://americaoncoffee.wordpress.com/2019/11/27/phoebe-snow-poetry-man/

 

Thursday…

Thursday is the little niggle

Of excitement, looking forward to the weekend.

“It is almost upon us,” you giggle…

Time for planning, invitations to send,

To do more than is possible, of course.

But it is light-hearted consideration,

Harming none and enjoying the sensation

Of looking forward with exhilaration

To Friday eve, Saturday, Sunday.

This is where the mind is at on Thursday… Enjoy!

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Monday…

A serene rain drips from the sky

Washing the world clean in silent tears,

A soft beauty under full gray clouds.

Workers will dodge through sodden crowds

As the business week begins again…

Breathe in the crisp air.

Close the umbrella, if you dare.

Feel the chilled droplets of autumn

As rusty leaves slither to the ground.

by Deborah A. Bowman

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Apocalypse fallen on the earth

What if? Will the flowers bloom again after the Apocalypse? A small piece of descriptive, deep imagery. We humans need to heed the warnings and save our earth. My two cents … bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor.

Check out the incredible writings by William Johnson, https://storiesoffantasy.com

Stories of ecstasy

The world was cracking apart, and breaking into two. It felt as if lighting came dashing over this world, and a shining light filled our eye site. The human kind were born to make this world better not to cause destruction. Ashes all round the place, the fire blazing and the screams of the people echoing back every time i take a step forward. The people deeply buried under the buildings and the fire is taking over us to handle this Earth better. But nobody knows what may happen to this world. What will happen after the humans are wiped out from this earth. What? Something humongous just raised out from the land like it is the almighty god and has always been there for us. The flowers blossomed again, the trees cherished. Beauty was rising from the ashes.

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The Humanity of Words

A computer will never take the place of a human wordsmith/editor. Robots and artificial intelligence cannot duplicate the true emotion that lives in the connotative nuances of words. Only the heart and soul can breathe life into black-and-white ink splotches on a crumbled page which will become art, drama, perception, persuasion, and pre-cognition. It is our history, our current timeline, and our future. The human brain and Universal mind produces words that sing, inform, rejoice, or weep; sometimes, most often heard in the silent pauses between descriptive utterances of voice and breath.

Hence, the philosophy of one lone humble poet and writer, “bowmanauthor/bowmaneditor”.

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