Biography of Deborah Downes
I am a child of the sixties who never got over it. I am an RN by profession, married for 29 yrs to Carl who is yin to my yang, proud mother of Rachel & Eric, and most importantly, I am a child of God, raised in the Catholic traditions. I tend to be passionate in both my likes and dislikes which is why I am so drawn to poetry. I cannot think of a better way to distill & express my feelings.
Deborah Downes's Works:
Currently working on a collection of poetry, to be entitled 'Musings out of Madness'
Deborah Downes Poems
Plastic Jesus on dashboards and in celluloids Expressionless face mouthing great wisdom in monotone Hanging from a cross of suffering as though in peaceful slumber His heart and soul of passion displayed without emotion
Where Evil Lives
Evil, like a virus, cannot survive outside the living It does not dwell in the dark places of legend but in the dark spaces of the mind. And when the opportune moment arises
I saw a little boy with his mother today.... bright-eyed and rosy, playful to intently curious. I saw a mother with her little boy today....
Amid the rubble of crumbling concrete a seed, unwittingly sown, sends its tender shoots pushing toward love’s light.
Down the day and down my mood Time passed away but not to good I walked and wandered, no where to go I sought and searched, no one to know
Remember your first dance? The anticipation and uncertainty The painstaking preparation of clothes and coif Wanting to stand-out but afraid of rejection
I never knew you but your pain pierced my heart in ways I could not have imagined and magnified my senses to realize God’s wonders.... to see nature’s palette of perfection
Two lonely children Walking hand in hand Standing side by side Against a cold world
Unkempt dreadlocks and threadbare suit he enters the subway car with confident stride The smells of neglect clear a path for him as though he were a king.
New York City Is My Muse
You are a brilliant patchwork of people, wearing their imperfections with pride not ashamed to be different. Like a jagged concrete and glass tiara surrounding an emerald heart
The Meaning Of Life
I strained till I hurt and strove at all cost I laughed at my folly and cried at my loss. I labored for money and lingered for pleasure
Pb & J
Salted sweetness and sticky smoothness are sensations That fill my mouth with memories of Briny beaches on a summer’s day And muddy little hands, gripping a sandwich
Between black and white, right and wrong, war and peace lies the gray zone, the blurred line, middle ground, limbo No boundaries between good and evil, moral and amoral, thin ice and solid ground No safety net to prevent us from slipping into extremes
He walked along the garden path Cloaked in silent beauty And His soul screamed out in agony As He struggled with His duty.
Plastic Jesus on dashboards and in celluloids
Expressionless face mouthing great wisdom in monotone
Hanging from a cross of suffering as though in peaceful slumber
His heart and soul of passion displayed without emotion
Biblical words but a weak reflection of His true meaning.
This is not my Lord and my God
Who is great beyond mere man’s ability to depict
This is not His message which cannot be contained by human language