The Dark Side of Energy

I would like to recommend the following blog if you are spiritually minded with a desire to help our ailing planet heal from the negativity that is overwhelming all of us in all countries across the globe. This blogger has much to say in her poetry, quotes, articles, and artwork:

My poem that follows was inspired by Mummanopoly’s posting: Protect Thyself…


Energy flows through the Universe in the blink of an eye
And “sensitives” do not even have to try.
There are those who do not know
The goodness they project or mayhem they cause below
On earth that comes in showers of negativity.
Yet, hordes of followers flock to black activity
Never realizing what darkness they bring into their being.
For the untuned, unenlightened, unconscious are not seeing
What fills their bodies, minds, hearts, and souls.
This dictates what actions the uninitiated release, unknowingly
Spreading chaos and fear, never acknowledging
Their responsibility to the planet, life, the spiritual Universe.
Greed breeds greed, and spreads the seeds
Upon which charlatans, demons, the weak shall feed.
Take care…

Deborah A. Bowman

A Little Taste of Winter…


The chill is in the air.
I hear the rush of wind outside my window,
Swirling, twirling, daring, without a care.
Shards of ice bounce about in limbo
Until they nick against glass panes.
The coldness seeps into your bones,
By merely listening to frozen rain
And the harsh wind that moans.
 Deborah A. Bowman

When Losing Hours or Days is So Worth It!

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A Writer’s Inspirational Setting

Sunday’s gone, it’s 2:00 a.m.
I realize I’ve missed the weekend.
Caught in a whirlwind of words and lines,
Flowing with ease that connect and bind
My heart to the story…
The story to my heart…
The most precious way for a writer to lose time.

Deborah A. Bowman


What we dream is an alternate reality we bring into being…


Fiction is the only reality.


Which may not have found a soul yet to implant wonders for the future or wisdom of the past.


The stories must be told to a questing mind, not of this time and place, but of eternity.


The Universal spirit of belief, faith, inner knowing, precognition; destined to forever last


In the visions and dreams of consciousness … for infinity.


One day you will see self in another face, reflected in a looking glass


And grasp that FICTION is but another dimension, an extension


Of all the incarnations that simply must be.


You will scrutinize, then recognize, and only then will you finally, truly BELIEVE!


(by Deborah A. Bowman, Copyrighted 2018, permission to share with author’s credit)



A New Year Is Upon Us…

We can only hope we learn something as each year goes by.

We age, of course, look for answers, seek wisdom, work, strive…

To be happy, healthy, and whole.

We want what’s best for our family and friends, truth be told.

We look to the past to plan for the coming days,

Not knowing how things can change in a thousand ways.

We want things to get better; we want to achieve great dreams…

But we can’t see the future or rewrite the past, it seems.

So we’re left with hope, a positive outlook, and our beliefs

To bring us joy, accomplishment, relief.


The Poet… The Wordsmith … to all my friends and fellow “rhyme-masters”

The eloquence of words doth lure the pure of heart and cure the ills of spirit.
Beauty of verse transfers all times, all rhymes, all minds.
We write in light upon our psyche and share, if we dare.
A poet is a worthsmith, creating new lit with her/his gift.

Deborah A. Bowman


My Pledge to Myself and Others …

My little pledge of hope…

Angels dwell among us!


In some small way

I will reach out and touch someone

On a hunch … just for fun …

A little or a bunch …

To write, to care, to share, to dare

To uplift, to shift, to drift into a storm

Offering my loving thoughts and feelings warm …

Most of all, to understand, lend a hand, take a stand

There is nothing we cannot weather

If we band together in love and reverence

With respect, time to reflect, direct reference

To the joys of living, the acts of giving …


–Deborah A. Bowman