Deborah A. Bonner
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I was born May 7,1953, and, according to my mother, I was a good baby. We lived with my grandparents and I was just five years old, but why I ever had to leave their home was beyond me. My mother met a guy named of Ray Williams and she married him, but little did my mom know that ... more »
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Deborah A. Bonner Poems
A Mother's Love ' Oh How I Love my Mama
To my Loving Mother Mrs. Carol Anderson & Beautiful White Rose A mother's love no one can compare And who would even dare A Mother's love calms all a child's fears
I tried to love With the love from above I tried to give
No More Abuse
No more abuse said the little girl at age ten. No more abuse she said, praying to God no, not again.
You are the Beneficiary
You are the Beneficiary You say you can't, but you can! Cause you are the Beneficiary You say you don't know, but you do,
The Darkness will not WIN
The Darkness, so final, so desolate and uncertain. Nowhere to turn or go, like you're in or surrounded by a steal, closed curtain. Some may say they feel so unloved and silence circles all around them like fog, there is no light from down under or above. In the dark thoughts of terror fill the air and mental pictures suddenly appear. Has life ended or is it just beginning somewhere? Some may have lives that they are live in darkness, the darkness of their mind.
Dare To Live The Dream
Dare to live the dream, what did you think that life was all fun and games? Dare to live the Dream
The Silent Enemy & Friend
The not knowing of anything is so frightening& the gift of Knowlegde enlightening. A thought of being in a cold, dark, timeless state and the place is unbearable, but there is no escape. Some say there are no voices or echoes to be heard, just endless silence everywhere. Oh, but it is so sweet & assuring to know that in Christ this enemy to some, is a friend to those who love, worship, honor, obey and serve the Lord God.
You Just Don't Understand
Why do they weep and cry for peace? But, no one gives relief you just don't understand!
The Glass Bubble
Sometimes I feel like I am in a Glass Bubble, at times I'm safe, but the reality is on the outside. I see destruction sons against fathers, daughters against mothers, sisters against brothers, drugs, children dying, people in high authority lying, deceit and hunger flow throughout the land, but GAMBLING holds the winning hand! In the GLASS BUBBLE I cry out to the people can't you see the enemy is causing all of this, it started when we allow Christ to be taken out of Christmas. The movie writers and producers are making movies of BIBLICAL revelations, but it is not the real dramatization.
Love, Cold, Hot, and Bold
Love is cold, when I am alone. Love is cold, and deep as a baritone. Love is cold and crude at times. Love is cold, and the hurt blinds.
We are the same
We Are the Same We are the same We are the same I must proclaim
The Creator's Window
The Creator’s Window Dedicated to the HUMAN RACE Creator infinite in mercy and grace Help me to run this race
I often Wonder
I Often Wonder To all my love ones who have gone to a better place. I Often Wonder why Life is not as it should be.
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A Mother's Love ' Oh How I Love my Mama
To my Loving Mother Mrs. Carol Anderson & Beautiful White Rose
A mother's love no one can compare
And who would even dare
A Mother's love calms all a child's fears
A Mother's love wipes away the faintest tear
And oh how I love my mama
Mama's love reaches me far away on any day
Mama's love made me glad even when I'm sad
Mama's love melts away the hardest heart
A mother's love won't fail when you're apart
Oh how I love my mama and always will
Mama there is not enough words to say
Oh how I wished you were here today
God chose you Mama a beautiful white ...