Starlight twinkles in the night,
Darkness holding me so tight,
No one whispers, not a sound,
Campfires flicker all around.
The lone wolf slipping,
Through the trees,
Do not tempt him,
Do not tease.
He remembers the way,
He traveled the land,
Before it was taken,
Over by man.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie Mae M Davis
First Copyright 2001
The game of life is often unfair,
Do you really try to show you care,
Even though you’ve had a bad day,
Do you realize who made it that way?
At times you need to stop and think,
Who caused your day to really reek,
Was it the way you felt that day,
Or was it something I had to say?
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
Also copyright under previous name
Football is almost over,
What will they do,
All of these men,
Will have no clue.
It’s been football and beer,
Beer and football,
What happens now,
With no one to make a call.
No referee to badger,
No player to hound,
Will they turn to golf,
Or go underground.
Summer with football,
It’s all a man’s dream,
Thank God it’s almost over,
I’m about ready to scream.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
First Copyright 2005 Under Previous Name
My Spirit is free,
Like an Eagle it flies,
Over wooded hills,
And grass so high.
No longer held,
Or in the body bound,
Free to soar,
It is Heaven bound.
Leaving love behind,
So deep and so true,
Only to return,
Just to look for you.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
When I arose this morning,
Autumn leaves I did see.
Cooler weather is coming,
What a blessing to me.
To see the leaves changing,
Red, yellow, and golden brown,
Falling ever so gracefully,
Floating aimlessly to the ground.
The wind soon lifts them,
They swirl up through the air,
A multicolored beauty
That nothing can compare.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
We spent the night in Albuquerque,
But that evening there was a loss,
While we were checking in,
Two men were murdered from the street across.
A man had entered the store,
With burglery on his mind,
But he killed two young men,
No shots were heard of any kind.
The police had the place surrounded,
But no suspect was found,
We spent the evening in our room,
To make sure we were safe and sound.
The news said he was captured,
After two policemen’s lives were lost,
They said it was his mental capacity,
But look what it has cost.
This poem was written for Joe Pruitt on 6-8-92.
Why did I die,
What took my life,
What stole my love,
From the woman, my wife.
To be left alone,
With no one to care,
Waiting for my return,
She knows I’ll be there.
To be by her side,
When it’s her time to go,
Hand in hand we’ll walk,
Again our love will flow.
They will find her there,
With a smile on her face,
And know I came back,
To walk her to heaven’s gate.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
In Memory of Jimmy Cobble 1-22-05
I know the time has come, For every living
being, To depart from this world, Their
existance, they are leaving.
They leave behind their families, So
wonderful and true, To be with God in
Heaven, And wait for me and you.
Their departing has left sorrow, For those
they left behind, But our hearts will
always remember, Their memories, always
on our mind.
No, they really haven’t left us, They will
always see us through, Their presence
brought us caring, Their smiles, we can
share with you.
May their loved ones feel their presence,
May it help to carry them through, Yes, I,
too, have lost a loved one, So, Jimmy
this is for you.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
I looked to the sky,
On this clear cool day,
As the clouds floated by,
I was so amazed.
With the sun shining bright,
In the heavens I could see,
The birds taking flight,
As graceful as can be.
I wondered what it was like,
To gently spread my wings,
To soar out of sight,
Close to heaven, I’d be.
But that is not our purpose,
On the ground we will stand,
Until God that has created us,
Takes us by our hand.
Until that time has come,
We will walk along the shore,
And know that soon, for some,
We’ll be at Heaven’s door.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
This is a true story.
We stopped in New Mexico,
To buy a T-shirt or two,
Just a souvenir,
That later we could view.
I hopped back in the truck,
To see the purchase I made,
But all of a sudden,
I became afraid.
I put my hand in the sack,
The shirts I wanted to see,
Across my thumb ran a scorpion,
As live as he could be.
You’ve never seen anyone,
Bail out of a vehicle so fast,
I threw the shirts on the ground,
The scorpion was free at last.
Now each time I buy a T-shirt,
I always check to see,
If there is a free scorpion,
Waiting in the bag for me.
Dedicated to the Fire Departments and Volunteers
Thank you to our firefighters,
How exhausted you must be,
Your days and nights are spent,
On wildfires burning free.
Some have been set intentionally,
Some by careless mind or thought,
Although burn bans have been placed,
Do some people care? Of course not!
So to our brave firefighters,
How courageous you must be,
Putting your own lives on the line,
Placing yourselves in jeopardy.
I know the time is stressful,
Many sleepless nights it has cost,
We appreciate the time you spend,
To prevent lives from being lost.
May God Bless You And Keep You Safe
My Mother is no longer with me,
She was taken from this earth,
It was many years ago,
It was long after my birth.
But the things that she taught me,
I remember to this day,
She was kind to everyone,
Including those whom stood in her way.
She taugh me how to get along,
To never lie or steal,
She taught me how to smile,
Sometimes, the hurt, it would heal.
I miss my Mom so deeply,
But she is in a better place,
I know in time we’ll meet again,
And I’ll see her wonderful face.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
It was in November,
With paper in hand,
We went to the minister,
So that we may join hands.
My new name is Davis,
Though it’s plain to see,
I’m still the same person,
As I used to be.
I could not find a link,
On poetry. com to say,
That I have a new name,
So I did it this way.
I had a vision one evening,
It was several years ago,
The candle was presented to the Four Winds,
The music was turned down low.
I was feeling very relaxed,
As I lay comfortably upon the floor,
I saw myself as an Indian Princess,
In the buckskin dress that I wore.
I knew I was the Chief’s daughter,
I saw our tribe lined in two rows,
There was something about to happen,
But what, I didn’t know.
My father, the chief, turned around,
And a handsome young brave I did see,
He placed my hand in the young man’s,
Performing a marriage ceremony.
I know this sounds fabricated,
Some of you may not understand.
But I know it was a vision of when,
Native Americans roamed free on this land.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
For my son, Allen
My son wants me to write a poem,
With lyrics that will rhyme,
He wants to put them to a song,
And sing it at some time.
I don’t now what words to use,
Or even where to start,
Because the poems I usually write,
Originate from the heart.
I racked my brain and I have thought,
But nothing is coming thru,
Guess I’ll wait for another time,
To write a poem for you.
Silence slipping through the night,
Silence holding me to tight,
But Grandfather Wolf hears the sound,
In his search, he makes the rounds.
Can you hear his cry?
Sounding lonesome enough to die,
He is traveling all alone,
He no longer has a home.
His land has been taken away,
No longer a place to stay,
Long gone are the many young,
Because of things people have done.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
5-11-06
Sitting under the tall shade trees,
Camp fire burning bright,
Indian Spirits dance around the fire,
Giving us safety through the night.
You catch a glimpse of one,
Another glance, there’s two,
Ancestors joining in,
More and more they grew.
We felt a sense of peace,
With their chanting and their song,
Embers floating to the sky,
Black crows carry the souls along.
The flute sounds so mournful,
It sounds of many cries,
Silence is growing closer,
To many have closed their eyes.
Soon my love there will come a day,
We can spend so far away.
Watch the sitting sun go down,
Stars in the sky sprinkled around.
Voices fade beyond our ears,
Silence golden and no fears.
Shadows dancing in the night,
Not a care that things are right.
Soon the morning sun will rise,
Brightly shining in our eyes.
Taking away that precious time,
When I was yours and you were mine.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
True story dedicated to Earl Williams and Smudge 9-25-07
Let me tell you a story,Of my life with my master,
He was kind and gentle,Someone for me to trail after.
I was only a pup,When he took me in,
My coat was of white,With brown spots added in.
He called me Smudge,To that I did agree,
And I followed him everywhere,I was happy as could be.
One day a loud noise,From a lawn mower it came,
I scrambled to hide,Not knowing if there would be pain.
My owner found me,And whisked me away,
To protect and care for me,All through the days.
We were so bonded,The love we did share,
Until the sound came again,And I bolted in fear.
Out onto the street,In front of a car I did run,
The driver couldn’t stop,Suddenly, my life was done.
I know my owner suffered,He truly felt the pain,
Of losing his dog,And he couldn’t do a thing.
So this is to the man,Of whom I was owned,
I no longer suffer,In the grand fields I’ve roamed.
Someday we’ll be together,And in fields we will play,
Until then,take care,I’ll watch over you each day.
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
It’s late at night,
And I’m all alone,
The storms coming in,
It’s knocked out the phone.
The wind bends the trees,
The rain’s pouring hard,
Is that a funnel cloud,
I see from my yard?
There’s no time to worry,
For outside I see,
My stormchase partner,
Coming to get me.
I’m an Oklahoma Storm Spotter!
Copyright ©2008 Bonnie M Davis
It’s past midnight,
The day is gone,
There’s nothing left to do,
But sit and write this tiny poem,
And send it on to you.
Who am I but just a smile,
A friendly word to a stranger,
Someone who may have lost their way,
Their life may be in danger.
Who am I but just an ear,
To listen to your woes,
Just simple understanding,
Secrets no one else knows.
Who am I but a dry shoulder,
To lend you any time,
My friends, I am here,
Your pain, I’ll make mine.
Who am I? No one knows,
Some day I’ll drift into the night,
An elusive butterfly in the wind,
God’s helper to make things right.
Welcome to my Poetry Blog. I will be publishing my original poetry here. All my poems have a copyright and some have been published around the world. I hope you enjoy them, but please don’t take them without permission.