“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/

 

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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Expressions of Love … Go With It! (Original song by Deborah A. Bowman)

kissing woman and man
Go With It!

Lost in time

Encased in rhyme

Breathless sigh

Don’t wonder why

Go with it!

Lovely face

Crowded space

It draws your eyes

Beauty emphasized

Feel the beat,

Go With It!

Soul enraptured

Moment captured

Eros tosses a dart

Straight to your hearts

Sing together,

GO WITH IT!

 

Comic Relief Pianist. I found this funny … it’s me playing and recording on my Kindle. When a message comes in the Kindle Beeps … almost in tune … lol

Haunting Music, Paw Prints in Ivory

Tiny paw prints on ivory keys

And yet no one ever sees

The furry culprit in the dark of night

Reflective, gold eyes that need no light

To find the baby grand

The eyes enlarge, she has a plan

To pull the humans from their bed

“A little music will get me fed!”

Dancing tiny soft paws

Tapping in time, delicate claws

The clock strikes 3:00 a.m.

An eerie melody, a lyrical gem

Startles the couple awake

“What’s going on, for heaven’s sake?”

A woman’s voice utters in fear

They both emerge from their silent room

Expecting a harbinger of doom

The impish creature who serenades

Has jumped to the floor, a renegade

The light switch is flipped

Terrified fingers together gripped

Expecting a ghostly apparition

They sigh in relief, a chuckling transition

The man says, “Why do we allow?”

The wee thief in the night answers, “Meow!”

cat and piano
Molly the Cat

The Quill And Ink Are Like A Frail, Dark Rose…poem by Deborah A. Bowman, set to music…6th Century Bard’s Melody (Anonymous)

The Quill And Ink…

Quill and ink are like a frail, dark rose

Beautiful, elegant, unsurpassed;

But the thorns draw blood and clots as ye go.

The delicate flowers will not last.

But the glorious rose will bloom another day

In the warmth of the Spring’s golden rays.

The quill, the black feather, can turn on you

Blotting out the sun on the white pristine page.

Leaving coarsed lines and thickened loops,

The point skims across the grain of the parchment’s gauge,

Sprinkling blotches of Indigo ink,

Falling raindrops and tears as you blink.

The quill and the ink;

The rose and the thorn;

Teaches you patience and reticence.

So strike up the flint and raise up the flame

To drip the wax and seal the blame.

Copyrighted by Deborah A. Bowman, 1998