Find The Smile In Your Eyes

Find The Smile In Your Eyes

My heart is heavy, burdened

because he closed the curtain on us.

It was the last act on the play on trust.

I don’t want to carry on, but I must.

It’s not my time to turn to dust.

My eyes are leaking and turning to rust.

Carry on and move forward, thrust.

Find the smile in your eyes

because you must.

Don’t let bitterness

turn into hardened crust.

by Bonnie Gail Carter. The Chill Turned Warm. Copyright 


My Prayers Are Heard

My Prayers Are Heard


When I couldn’t see beyond this world,

when I was falling down the black hole,

I called out your name and you came.

You are greater than any black crater.

The depth of your love and grace fills my soul.

You pulled me right out of that black hole.

Your mercy abounds and your armor surrounds me.

My prayers are heard.

Thank God for the word.

By Bonnie Gail Carter. Published in my book of poems Titled The Chill Turned Warm.

I’m Drowning In My Tears

I’m Drowning In My Tears: Poem by Bonnie Gail Carter. Click on  As you can tell by the Title of My Poem it’s sad but true. I’m going through the grieving process from the loss of My Companion and best friend last June 2015. Donnie Townsend was a musician, therefor I created the Channel for his music. Donnie is still the Love of My Life.18309919259_86728e2b2e_c




I never thought this day would come without you my Love. It came so suddenly and so soon. I’m sending you butterfly kisses and wishes to fly to the moon. Meet me there at midnight so I can hug you so tight and wish upon the stars in the moon light. I want to gaze upon your face and sail on the lake of tears that have flowed in the moons beautiful glow. I want to put my hands on your face and to say those three lovely words we both long to hear after being separated for almost a year. Sail me to the moon so I can be closer to you. The angel dust will stick to me like glue so when I awake I’ll know it all was true. I can see your kiss upon my lips because they sparkle like glitter. I’ve never been a quitter except when it comes to the heartache I feel for you. It’s real cold outside here in the winter. The white snow reminds me of your beautiful hair. Life has never been fair. The wind will pick me up and knock me down out there. So far I’ve gotten back up and keep on trying. What I really want to do is be able to see you by flying through the purple haze and the purple rain to see you again. Being here without you I step in puddles created by tears I’ve shed. I should thank God I’m alive instead but I feel like my heart stopped beating the moment you died. I’m just taking up space in an empty place. I’m all alone in a place I call home but without you all I have is a phone. The world is talking about drones. I’m afraid there’s going to be war here on our soil. Whisper in God’s ear to teach leaders to make peace. I want the killing to stop. If only they knew the kind of love we had that grew. You’re going to be my true Love that so few truly find, My Valentine.


An Original Poem by Bonnie Gail Carter. Copyright.






The color purple makes me smile.

I’d walk an extra mile just to see you for a while.

Does Heaven have a phone number I can dial?

Half of my heart is with you 

and the other half is broken in two.

I want to tell you to come and get me now.

It doesn’t matter how.

I have to die somehow.

The pain is deep down in my soul.

I need you to feel whole.

This world is so cold.

The end times will unfold.

It’s happening now, I’ve been told.

I know the streets are made of gold.

It’s really something to behold.

I’ve seen it in my dreams.

You’ve been gone for a century, it seems.

I watch the birds fly.

I wonder if that’s how your soul feels after you die.

Every night I pick out the brightest star.

It makes me think that’s where you are.

Perhaps the twinkle is you winking from afar.

I ask God to please take me where you are.

I might have to wait for a while but when I see you I’ll

have the biggest smile.



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The main purpose for the channel is for Donnie Townsend Music. Donnie passed away on June 12, 2015 and he is Greatly Loved and Missed by me.

Kick Him Out Of My Bed

Feelings Of Sorrow For Every Tomorrow

Won’t Let Me Live

For Each New Day That God Gives.

Jesus Was Born So You Would Be Able To Forgive,

To Have Mercy And Show Grace For Our Sins.

We Can Start Fresh As Each New Day Begins.

Why Can’t I Let Go Of Heavy Burdens?

When I Try To Sleep My Mind Races

To All Kinds Of Places.

I Can’t Let Go Of The Past.

My Faith Is Strong And Vast.

The Devil Is At Work In My Head.

In My Prayers I Will Kick Him Out Of My Bed.

Tonight No Dark Shadows Will Tread

Because I’m Going To Sleep Instead.

An Original Poem By Bonnie Gail Carter. Copyright.


Sunrise: Our Flag Still Waves

The American Flag Stands For Many.

It Stands For Integrity.

It Stands For Freedom.

It Stands For Protection of Other’s Rights

To Have Freedom of Religion.

Christianity Comes at a High Cost For Many.

God Help Those Who Serve

To Stand Firm And 

Stay Strong to Keep Terrorists Away.

You Will Never Be Forgotten.

You Are All Heroes To Me.

An Original Poem by Bonnie Gail Carter. Copyright.






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Bonnie Gail Carter Poem

Here are pictures of my sisters.

Sister Martha and Husband
This is Me With Two of My Nieces.
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My Sister, Martha, husband and Some of My Nieces, Nephew, Great Niece, and Great Nephew.
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My Sister Martha, husband, and Family Acting Goofy.
My Little Sister, Martha
My Sister Mary and husband with my niece
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This is to Say Thank You For Giving Me a Great Family.
My Sister, Mary, and husband Acting Goofy With Play Guns on Christmas 2014.
My Big Sister Lynne and my niece
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My Sister Martha with husband  my niece at Her Wedding.

They are who this poem is all about.


I have wonderful sisters.

We laugh, we love, and we care.

We have memories we all can share.

Sometimes we disagree but the love is still there.

The photographs that flash through my mind

can only be described as one of a kind.

They’ll always be there, even if I go blind.

Better sisters, I could not find.

Each sister has their special ways

that communicate in a way that stays.

They each bring me sunny days.

I feel the warmth of their love.

It’s just like the sound of Turtle Doves.

It reminds me of God’s Love.

By Bonnie Gail Carter. Copyright.