Biography of Vonnie Gowing
I have been writing since.. well, since I could write my name. I have written books for my 8 children, and 14 grandchildren and poems for my wonderful husband.. We have moved over 30 times, spent some time doing missionary work in Majuro, capital of the Marshall Islands, and have had everything we own in the trunk of the car more than once.Every feeling and thought that gets into my head has to come out of my mouth or my pen; sometimes as a story, sometimes an essay or a poem. I love reading others' poems too, I feel like I can know them very well by seeing their words.
Vonnie Gowing's Works:
No books published.. but many poems in the local news paper..
Vonnie Gowing Poems
if you have been drawn to our lonely room by the deafening sound of my silent scream don't be frightened; it's just that i'm mourning the death of our last earthly dream
RAPTURE if you have been drawn to our lonely room by the deafening sound of my silent scream don't be frightened; it's just that i'm mourning
You ~ You can't see me now. I'm just a shadow in the faceless crowd. nothing special to single me out there's no magic in my voice when I shout
Ode To The Administration
stop talking! you're not making sense. shut up! i can't tell what you're saying! I can't even read your lips, there's no word that fits.. you sound like a donkey.... stop brayyyying!
It is.. ..so deep There is no way to reach it..to even begin
Get To Bed
'Get to bed' His daddy said, 'We’ll talk about it tomorrow'
My Old New Love
I have used up all the words To bare my heart’s desire Written songs and odes no end. I have revealed the burning fire.
Haunted Heart (Or.. ‘the Night I Tried T...
Blood red and true blue, like my memories of you Haunted heart... instant replays...I loose. I watch you crushing it over and over my haunted heart still loving you
I would rather write words that get it out of me and into you Than to hide it under cryptic rocks and Make you go digging through
Without you for so long.. My ‘Alice in wonderland’ Missing, wondering, praying..not knowing how it would end. Then.. it ended! with a beginning! when you called me that ‘wonderland' day
I tried to write a poem one day, But nothing rhymed. So I chose to fly away From space and time.
Mr. Sister And Sister Mary Mister
Mr. Sister and Sister Mary Mister couldn't make up their minds. So they traveled all the way down to the pit of downtown,
Awkward conversation on the reality show Left my imagination with no where to go The plumbing progress (in the bedroom) Was interestingly at an end
I'm gonna pour myself a nice hot dream I'm gonna gulp the whole thing down I'm gonna let it sate and nourish me 'Til my feet float off the ground.
Without you for so long.. My ‘Alice in wonderland’
Missing, wondering, praying..not knowing how it would end.
Then.. it ended! with a beginning! when you called me that ‘wonderland' day
To tell me you had been curious.. But were happy...just the same.
That you had a good family who loved you.. Helped you be what you needed to be
Assurance I needed to know the decision was made by One wiser than me