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Dave Bowers Poem
To those that believe
I am the resurrection
For I am all love
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2023
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You bore me, you raised me, now you're in eternity
A child growing up you gave me all necessity
During my troubles you tried to save me
Just like a mother would do for her baby
I see you everywhere in life, you shine so bright
You guide my steps, and hopefully I'll get it right
I cannot see you but you're in my sight
Your presence is felt both day and night
Someday, you will take my hand to a very special land
A place with no time, no hourglass full of sand
Life has troubles but with you in my heart I can withstand
Mother, the life I shared with you was grand
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2022
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I loved you once long ago
Your long golden braids catching the snow
We held hands together as one
Our bond bright as the summer sun
Our time together was short it was the first day of May
We believed in the old ways' and they took you away
Many years have passed and I am old and grey
I hear your voice when the trees' softly sway
In another life you stood up for what you believed
I will meet you again someday past the ninth wave over the sea
Our hands joined together again as one we shall be
For a rose in a cornfield is always' a weed
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2023
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The warmth of the sun shines on my face and in doing so I glow with radiance, my long hair looks like strands of gold in a dull world, society doesn't accept me but yet I feel free as I watch the ascent of light in the east
To be different is not normal, but yet I am more normal than most
Going by in a flash, seasons change with the years but I am the same, happy with who I am and what I got so to speak
I don't need modern technology to keep me happy because happiness is a mindset not materialistic
Looking towards the west, I see clouds in the noonday sky and the smell of moisture on the horizon
Walking towards the dying fire, a late summer breeze blows my locks in waves that cascade into the sunset
Never looking over my shoulder, my denim jacket has faded from time as decades pass
The sun sets behind an odd tree with no leaves like the modern world, but I look past it all
A new day will dawn like it did all those years ago when I was young, and then comes the rain.............
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2021
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Feliz Navidad, carolers sing so fare
Smell of Tamales, Posole, red chile fill the air
Christmas eve, luminarias all a glow
Spirit and magic of Christmas in New Mexico
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2021
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Infernal regions
we are legions of hatred
lucifer my lord
Hell, Haiku contest. Sponsor Robert James Liguori
Written 3/27/23.
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2023
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These old boots, they've sure been around. They don't know where their goin' but they sure know where they've been. Drinkin' Corona and dancing with a Mexican Senorita in Jaurez, the smell of perfume and Tequila fill the air. Gracias for the good time, but these old boots got to go. Hitched a ride on an old cattle truck to El Paso, my Stetson blocking the sun and hiding my bloodshot eyes. Throwing cow chips at an old wooden fence, I count the $100 dollars I just made at the slaughter house, the foreman said "you work like that you'll make good money boy". "Thanks, but these old boots got to go" I said. "That $100 dollars sure went fast", I told the deputy as he unlocked the gate at the jail sitting in downtown Amarillo smoking a Marlboro with my thumb in the air, thinkin', these old boots got to go. Tired and weary, I got a motel room for $50 bucks I made on a sway-back horse in a low-class rodeo outside Albuquerque but don't remember much about last night other than the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. Dippin' in a can of Kodiak, I'm thinking to myself, these old boots got to go. That Budweiser sure did taste good after bailing hay in the snow in Durango, as night fell pickin' my guitar as the cowgirls on the dancefloor cut a rug. I thought to myself, the good times don't last forever so these old boots got to go. I've been a lot of things' and nonthin at the same time, money in my pocket and a liquor bottle, I roll on down the road like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. Back in big sky country, the prairie grass sways in the breeze casting shadows on my tombstone. Hard work and hard drinkin' caught up to me, but I had fun y'all, these old boots got to go...........
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2021
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Ancestry is golden like a spiders web, a thread of cloth from the past.
It has been there before you like a summer sun, a winter wind, an autumn's
golden fall. Now the spring comes and so it begins again. You don't remember
these thing's but you never forgot them either, they were always' there.
They watch over you and see as we cannot. A peace that is not earthly they
continue providing help in our journey far and wide. Their energy helps us find
calmness in the deepness of our soul. It is a reflection of all life, you transform
and ascend to the everlasting spirit. All days will be one..
Life is a journey
the spirit lives forever
I am reborn now
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2023
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Christmastime is here again, but this year there's an inflation hike
Santa can't afford to feed his reindeer or pay his elves, now they're all on strike
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2021
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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I stood up, pulled my six gun and shot a man dead. The bar emptied out quick and so did I, money in hand. I jumped on that old pinto and rode due south because I knew the border wasn't far. My heart was beatin' as fast as that horse could gallop but I had the money, thank God. I looked out of place in Mexico, my jet-black cowboy hat amongst the sombreros and dark eyes staring at me, so I tipped my hat lower. Down a dusty Juarez Street, I found a cantina so I hitched my horse and went inside feeling weary. A pocket full of money and a Tequila bottle, I was joined by a senorita more beautiful than I could imagine. Her flowing dark hair and dress captivated my eyes as I told her my story dancing to the sound of mariachis in the background. She said the $300 dollars I stole I could turn into $600 with her help. Eager to double my money, we sat down at a table full of men playing cards and drinking Pulque by the glass. I felt confident as we won hand after hand, her hand in mine, a Tequila bottle in the other. I scooped up the winnings and kissed her soft skin feeling pretty lucky when a bullet ripped through my chest. Lying on the dirt floor in my own blood, a bandito took the money from my hand as my senorita, on her knees cried. My home in Albuquerque is far away now. I lay in an unmarked grave in the Sonoran Desert. The money I had won, well someone else is playing cards with it now...
Copyright © Dave Bowers | Year Posted 2021
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