The Lives of Fairy Godmothers, Angels and Witches Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey to Enchantment





Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey To Enchantment

By Bonnie Jennings


Within 150,000 words weaves a story involving an edgy woman who is either psychotic or is as the townsfolk believe eldritch. They, in Glory Town, a charming picture-perfect town, nestled in The Appalachians, call her a witch. For Cat Dubois, decades passed and she becomes more isolated from her accusers. Jealousy and scorn for a child who was fey with sapience, the  community of pretentious righteous, mocked her. The quaint town was not so “charming” after all and quickly ran sinners away. While alone for years, Cat began to see and hear voices. Visitors seldom came; however, her lonesome manor was haunted. However, little Cat prayed a prayer when only a child. That prayer was answered when she turned forty-five. An angel or fairy godmother named Eleanor came riding on the wind. Traveling with Eleanor was Tadhg, who was of the same order and virtue, and a little black dog named, Lovey.

“A scream was heard that summer day. A four-year-old little Catherine moaned into the mystical wind. She told the wind to find Thomas. Bellowing, into the breeze, her little heart begged, with vigorous might. The current carried her voice. It never ceased, until one day, “I heard it,” and that was when, Eleanor came riding in on the wind.” 


My Little late JoJo as “Lovey”





The model in the photo is my daughter, the photographer was my son, and the digital artist is my dear friend Ky Mason. The picture has a copyright so I ask you, please don’t use it as it might be the cover of my novel … Thank you…  All Rights Reserved


Ky Ellen Mason artist/editor/graphics designer/publishing/printing






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May you have a wonderful day and thank you for stopping in and reading 🌺

The Winner’s of The Poetry Contest Are 📢📢📢 A Drum Roll Please 🏆🏆🏆


First of all~ I want to thank the three judges who graciously accepted this role. It has been tedious and also rewarding for each of us. Also I must mention, at this time, they still remain anonymous. 

As I said before, my role was the organizer, the sorter and the mailman. Blame me for the formatting… It just doesn’t want to do right…  🙂 

So without further delay…






🏆 🥇 First Place Gold Winner Is …


All I Have to Give

By DL Mullan

I listen to the whispers of the wind

in hopes to catch the sound of you

my sorrow is all I have to give

because there is nothing I can do

I am not complete; I am not whole

what I would ask is for solace

to lighten the load of my soul

but I find no peace in this silence

I am breaking now into pieces

a fallen jig saw puzzle reordered into chaos

I fit. I place. I try and try to seize

a memory that will comfort me

All I have to give seems insufficient

to the weight of my terrible grief

maybe if your voice guided my hand

I could put myself back together again








 🜛🥈 Silver Place Winner


~~~ ABOUT MY MUM ~~~

By, Charlotte Rains

I want to begin my story with just a simple line
To begin again to tell a tale of a different place and time
A time when I was just a lass with curls and a pretty dress
Bringing smiles and laughter too and a lot of happiness
I often sought to please my mum and have her sing a song
A happy tune with words I knew so I could sing along
I sought her often to tell me tales of back when she was small
But often got a fairy tale…but I enjoyed them all
She’d tuck me in with kisses and hugs after the tale was read
I’d call her back for one more hug before she went to bed
Once I asked about my da but it seemed to make her sad
I saw a tear fall from her eye and thought that I’d been bad
But then she hugged me extra tight and whispered in my ear
That everything she could ever want was in her arms right here
We smiled and laughed and I fell asleep knowing I was loved
And even now my children know she watches from above




There is a tie for The Bronze place.

The next two poems were recognized by two different judges and were their first place winners. 




 And The 𐂚 🥉Bronze Place medal goes to…

TWO POETS and they are…

Drum roll please…. !


𐂚 🥉

Written by Jelly Beer 
Books scattered on the sand, pages leafed through and tattered, possibly for research, an antique Smith-Corona left on the table maybe in haste by the author seeking inspiration from his surroundings to pen a longed-for best seller for himself and the masses.Writer’s block had reared its ugly head! Thoughts and ideas were dead inside him. He needed to breathe again and clear out the cobwebs clouding his brain.It’s happened before. He knew there’s one more book inside him. He was instinctive. He’ll find his way back to the table ~ and type!

And the second Bronze Winner is ….. 



𐂚 🥉


by Gina Hirsch


I have come too close to the flames to ever want to miss out on the burn.

I’ve lingered so long next to the night, I hate when it is the days turn.

The day comes beckoning underneath  an angry sky. 

Clouds dance marvelously as the moon steps in to eclipse them all.

I miss the blue heat. The wind that slowly tries to snuff it out. 

I loved and longed beyond all hope to tempt it all back to my claim. 

A rushing rapture of love.

A course of venom from a lovers lips; who’s tongue is the only antidote. 

Who’s touch is my religion. Who’s arms and shoulders my only sanctuary.

But the day took over the night.

And passion and kisses and antidotes to hearts gilded wishes have all passed away.

All that is left here is old ghosts and former images that fail to fade.

Phantom shadows of the lover who never comes to stoke the flames. 






The Honorable Mentions are those poems that were the judges high ranking choices and they are as follows…




Morning Jennie,
By Dwayne Leon Rankin

The Final Leaf of Autumn
I looked and saw the leaves had left
The trees, now fallen to the ground.
But for one, still hanging on.But then the winds all blew and blew,
Blowing all those leaves around.
That leaf then too was gone.

I looked outside and saw the trees
All empty of their autumn’s coat;
Bare now for winter’s day.

To sleep, to sleep those trees now go
That leaf, the last of autumn’s note.
No more its song to play.





 The Loch of Lomond

By Vernon Woods


Oh to be by the loch of Lomond on the heather clad banks on a cold misty morning a grounded eagle does mew from her diminished view she will have to wait it out and then the thunder and lightening and then the cloud as is resonates its echoes like a tennis ball against the rocky top mountains now naked from there snowy gowns I hear the distant lowings’ of a herd of Angus down in a fen let out of their barn yet again churning up the mud disturbing a clucking hen who now seeks safety from a tractors exhaust pipe ohhh just to lie here on these beautiful heather clad banks feeling the pitter patter of the angels tears I tell you they are not on there own I weep too my sopping sleeve a victim to my many uncontrollable tears not out off sadness badness but out of sheer utter joy I gaze up at the mountains as the grey cloudy sea wash the tops of the mountain scape the late Robin halls a bleacher lassie of Kelvinhaugh is sung from an echo of the past the bard rabbi burns earns his keep in a time way back where widows clad in black did weep his voice booming through the mist telling a story of the stealing of the stane of clone from the mountain tops steep to the lochs deep your velvety voice is not alone I hear it all to well ahhh the mists do disappear ill take my leave to meet up with a party with a ghilly in charge to go in search for salmon ohh my to behold these fine colored tartans these are the folk who have clan connections but what of my attire with no clan connections to you and I it will be a wearing of the Caledonia ohhh to be by the banks of the loch Lomond



Also highly mentioned… 

Thank you Linda 💐



By Linda Long

“You’re killing me….”

Words I hung in the air,

a prophecy that resonates through sleepless nights

My heart said goodbye to itself

that chilling evening in early August

How sacred the secret treasure of a wife and mother,

how broken the memories,

how haunting the path not taken



The next poem is by my dear friend Karen Boorman

Walking down a long dark road
I have to decide which way to go
North south east or west
which way will suit me best
I have not much time i fear
for in my life the end draws near
I want to live the fullest I can
but which way to go..must I choose?


Thank you Karen this reads like Robert Frost 🌺




By Soul Gifts on WordPress ❤️

She moved.

She swayed in time to the cadence

and beat of the rhythms

drumming in her heart.

Innocence was hers.

As was beauty.

Timeless, eternal, infinite.

None dared question.

Absorbed as she was, she noticed nothing

but the internal symphony,

the music  that swayed

and moved her eternally.

The swell, the growth, the burgeoning,

bursting and erupting explosions convulsed

shook and shattered the firmaments asunder.

In her splendour she bathed

in the newness of birth.

A new day.

A new dawn.

A new beginning.

She smiled.

It was wondrous.


Thank you Soul Gifts 🌹 



Thank you Soulece

By Soulece 💜

Stroke me my love
Let your nimble
Talented fingers
Play my body
Like a piano
Each caress
Igniting me
The instrument of your passion
Sending arpeggios of desire
Down my spine
Let us complete
This musical masterpiece
And write another tomorrow


Thank you Jason…


Keep At It

By: Jason A. Watson 

Throughout life people experience both pain and suffering

Though getting through these things are pretty complicated

First you must learn to love and believe in yourself

Then, and only then, will you be able to numb the pain

This world is full of death and sorrowIt is filled with hate like no tomorrow

There still is hope for things to get better

Things are closer than they seem to appear

There’s really no need for fearGod wouldn’t put us into situations we can’t handle

This is why things always get betterAs long as you can try to remember

There is no reason to surrender


I loved this one Jason….❤️




Thank you, Jony 


With love,


By Jony Francissen 



Today you are silent

with harsh unspoken words.

Your skin looks raw

and your eyes show no feelings.
Cold walls echoing promises,

Dust piled up on hope.

You promised me the sky

and turned it into a ceiling.



Thank you, Susan… Oh how I relate! 



By Susan Burns 

I’m still in love with who I thought you were

The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away




 Now my dear poetry friends these poems were HIGH ranking; however, they went over 22 lines and in the rules it stated no more than 22….  But they must be read by everyone because they too are phenomenal … 




By Cris Fox (also a dear old friend🌹)


When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear his voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s  the song of you soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels,

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

The Father is calling, 

He’ll kept you from falling

Creation rejoices today.

The song He is singing

New life His bringing

Whispering Jesus the way

Home to His heart of love.

When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear His voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s the song of your soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

This message descending

Of love never ending,

A river of Life from the Throne.

Grace that is waking,

You’ll Bend without breaking

With Jesus you’re never alone.

Enter His heart of love.

Beautiful Cris 🌹


By Anne Stockstill


Thinking of Me?

When you touched my hand

And your lips caressed mine,

Were you thinking of me?

When you danced holding me close,

Your breathe on my cheek

Whispering sweet nothings,

Were you thinking of me?

When the lights were low,

Soft, romantic music playing

As you lay close to me,

Where you thinking of me?

When we talked about travel

And made future plans,

Where you thinking of me?

When foreign shores beckoned you,

French wine, fine cuisine served on a terrace,

Overlooking the Eifel Tower and sparkling lights of Paris,

Were you thinking of her?

When you traveled to Rome, Istanbul and St Petersburg,

Changing the look of your face,

Drinking Russian vodka, long white nights,

Were you thinking of her?

Laying on white Dominican beaches,

Playing in the foaming surf,

Where your phone service never worked,

Were you thinking of her?

Did you look into her eyes and repeat unholy vows,

To love and cherish until death,

When the church bells tolled,

Did you really believe the lies you told,

As you married her while you were married to me?

The judges really loved yours as well….
I do to as I definitely have been in this place too… Married to more than one women at a time….  💜




  💛 And MOST Mentioned 💛

However ~ it is over 22 lines…. 



By @alostwriter

I am something much more

Than what you have in your mind

I am much more than a body

I am much more than a kiss

I am something much more than the breast and

all the rest

I have a heart ,

A mind,

A soul,

I am not just this body

These lips,

These curves,

I am much more than these

You keep rolling your eyes

Up and down

Seeking to get into

Inch by inch

Into my skin

Making me feel naked even

I have dozen of clothe on my body

still naked i m

I am something much more

Than this

I don’t need you

Your appreciation

You are also one of them

I am much more than

What you think,

Much more than

You can ever imagine

your thinking is limited to this

and I am something beyond this

I am something much more.


By- alostwriter(sy)you can find me @alostwriter

Thank you   ✍🏻





I want to thank all of you for your entries. It takes bravery to lay your heart out for the world to read. Well-done and congrats to all of you and our mystery judges too! 


Please, just say HI! And, What is Your favorite Poetry for Mondays…Tues.. Wed…


If you should stop by to visit my site here on WordPress, I would love, love, love you, to please, say Hi, and will you please, please, please linger and boondoggle awhile?That means, shoot the breeze, as we say, in Southern United States. Thanks and hope to say howdy back at you real soon!

Come and sit a spell..
Come and sit a spell..

I love children’s poems. This is one of my favorites: Please, share one of your favorites. Over The River and Through The woods 

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother’s house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandmother’s house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for ’tis Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
as over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood—
and straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
it is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, “O, dear, the children are here,
bring a pie for everyone.”
Over the river, and through the wood—
now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Leaving Adam By Bonnie Jennings


Leaving Adam

Eons advance and passed away.
Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.
Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,
Adam, pointing, at the twinkling specs, named the brilliant ballet.
So, following mankind, up the mountain,
And ascending a rocky path; we embarked.
My feet followed his, upward, to where the sky was arched.
His staff pointed, and the heavens, then filled me, as a refreshing fountain.
An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought,
Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest
Confidently, I abided and affirmed his every request.
Even, wore his belief’s; did just as he taught.
One day, dared I asked, Adam, the man of science,
How is Eve today?
And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only, to pray.
Deceased, she is. He answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.
Man of Science, I spoke so boldly.
At the mountain top; we stand
The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,
However, love you murdered, so coldly.
This day, I choose the mother
Her love, which first found me
Within the warm and welcoming spirit, in there, dwells she.
 And, today, I accept non-other.
So, progressing and moving towards her;
 Over, the cliff of doubt, rapidly grabbing her hem, I aim.
Because, after carefully, considering your treacherous, pains,
There, in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor
I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 
Contact, opening scene

The News Media Sinks America 

Hatred hasn’t ever depicted beautiful eyes

Lurking within mankind prays it dies 

Seeing no radiance within that flower 

Useless energies are pearls under hogs

The swine of devils merely befogs

Don’t be deceived they’ll embrace bouquets 

Stand away and see havoc ablaze 

Think not to tame the demons 

Thank God who set you freeman 

Get away, they inhabit innocent naives 

Backs against wind away from slaves

Walk towards the sun vastly assured 

The chains won’t tackle you unsecured 

Bullets darting everywhere can’t be hung 

Run away little innocent flower children 

Naiveté of hellhounds and snorting minions 

Fast on the tracks of virginity 

Sleep soundly and quietly in safety 

Let the hellish depravity kill itself 

Now rest your head in mamas lap

Hush little baby don’t you cry


People who yell, “Bigot.” 

Exaggerating words explicitly used by the news media 

Ignites a war amongst the overpopulated civilians 

They succeed in their cause for havoc and death of minions 

Dusting dirt from their hands retreating to their kingdoms 

Goodnight world!

Job done! The smiling half of the humankind lay not waisted 

However under red dirt and clay lay neighbors and brothers 

The lady sank because of the disdainful verbiage from the country’s news media 

It takes no blame and justifies its actions without shame 

2017 @Bojenn

The Myst Finds 

There is a myst amongst the veil that surrounds we

Who forge a way on a journey surely unknown to 

The people who walk amid stones and brambles do

Stumble in darkness yet hopefully led by preambles 

Finding a way that seems right under a shadowed moon 

Sticks and thorns, stickers and moss, constantly loom

In forests of the wilderness often lonely and forlorn 

Cooing and purring, buzzing of bees, and a goat horn

Skeletons of the dead are seen meant only to alarm

Fear not, traveling barefooted for miles and unharmed 

Where is faith of your journey that looks like mayhem 

You see the myst and the eerie forest as something that 

Will harm you dear fellows and country critters who are 

Simply amazing with wonderfully inspiring moments of 

Living poetry embracing all hills and green tender valleys 

Completely tackling the mazes of trials for the inspiration 

The games will end when you reach the cottage in the myst 

The beauty of the lush earth and of the wilderness gesture 

Will appear magically when you rest from the terrifying story 

Finding it was yours all along with all of the stress and turmoil 

The way of serenity and peace came when you entered a garden 

That you made when you passed the glades of the kingdom 

All along this was yours as you waved your intuitive wand

The next time around will be easier as you now understand 

The way of the myst and of the jungles are for conquering 

Now rest, put your feet up, and immensely enjoy freedom 

Your cottage has unveiled, now welcome home 

To your Garden of Eden 

Grabbing Heaven

The insatiable thirst to be gods annihilated mankind 

Devouring its fruit will prove the destruction of 

Had you stayed like the tribe of the Quechua people

Survival is probable for they tribute the animals 

Saluting the foods whose lives are stolen 

Feeling the pain of death of the preyed kingdom 

In humbled thankfulness they ingest the rations

Taking no trophies to boost their egos on mantels

Wearing a necklace to remind of spirits eaten

But man wants to be like God desiring apples 🍎 

In no reverence displayed glutenous appetites 

Robbing each other from backs of commoners 

Stepping over landscapes, waters and oceans 

Just craving power like vampires consuming 

Mouths with teeth bleeding selfish obscenity 

The rainforest dwindling as volcanoes erupt 

Frantically living, working to appease the gods

That god within that has no relationship nor 

Love for the hungriest appetites of mankind 

Images flash as the preacher jets to the Adam

Deceived by the APPLE found on certain products 

Swayed by the worshipping crowds who gather 

Bloodthirsty vampires grabbing empty pockets 

Stuffing bellies with the foods of ancient idols

No remorse taking the purse of grandmothers 

Carnivores and gluttonous thieves are present 

Living better than average and problematic dear 

Climbing up to the skies on tops of mountains 

Struggling to eat from the tree of knowledge 

Forgetting their manners unlike Quechua people

Who honor sprits of all that have fallen 

By the bloody thirsty hands of Adams APPLE 🍎 
BJ @2017 

Hibiscus 🌺 in The Air 

The warm air softly brushes the tops of trees

Moonlight soaks the lavender colors on walls

Shadows play a game on the palleted adobe

From the sidewalk someone stands whistling

Is this a dream or just an in between odd world

Are the images fighting or erotically dancing here

The whistling is the music of Ravel’s Bolero

The castanets click amorously as the men tap

I am amidst the passacaglia of Latin lovers

Hibiscus hang succulently from the window

The light of the moon touches the flowers

Odors from the Night Blooming Jasmine

Permeates the melodies and the sambas

Cats mewl keeping their lusts venomous

They’re part of the scene upon the walls

Displaying cat emotions and feline fickleness

Using the pillow coving my head dissonance

Go away that I should sleep in utter quietness

This is simply the imagination of a poetic soul

One who works by day selling the world

Silently by night becomes the explorer

Foreign exchange, queer happenstance

Hidden messages waiting within the bottles

So alluring, it seduces a heart of gypsies

By the fireside drinking red wine uncontrolled

The music fades as the embers die solemnly

The taps of men silence within the lights

The hibiscus odor no longer lingers on air

The cats sound no more as the moon hides

Shadows dissipate within the lights of sun rays

The alarm sounds so loudly my ears ache

Awake for morning has arrived at daybreak

The gypsies gone and their rhythmic castanets

Adjusting my tie for the eight o clock bell

No rest for the weary here

Living in hell O operator give me number 9

If he doesn’t answer then give me back my dime


Traveling By Night


Midnight and time moves even while sleeping 

Breathing is controlled by the mind and heart 

No worries ~ simply rest within easy rhythms 

In the twilight of shadows unfolds odd dreams 

Faces seem familiar and places are sublime 

The columns of The Parthenon stand not cold

Moving above the earth like a ghostly spirit 

This world appears friendly and is as a home 

This place between heaven and somewhere unknown

Gliding over tombstones awakening slumber

Wake up my friends Brigadoon is now open

The night is older and our time thus shorter 

The alarm will sound and moments departing 

Awaken please, oh my dearly former ~ tribe of brothers

Mother can you hear me and you my father dear?

Look I’m soaring around the temples of my souls tiers

Calling you to attention but you sleep instead 

We shall talk and laugh at this moment of truth 

Subjects of interest, please tell me all truth 

We’ll settle all arguments that set us apart 

Oh hear me, you who hibernate within the dark

I don’t travel nightly to the relics of your house 

Places call me and I surrender to their quest

Living parallel to a place where the sleeping roam

The dead aren’t citizens of the globe of the living 

No they’re awaiting eternal rest or a place of isolation 

Leave them convalescing before facing judgment 

And I shall return to the alarm sounding sunrise 

Respectful of they who who fear their actions 

Relying on tales whispered into consciousness 

Hoping the creator is truly the most merciful 

He who keeps no records of past transgressions 

“Be mindful.” the gatekeeper yells, as I fly 

One day you’ll be here be mindful of that!

Saluting the prophet with wild green eyes 

“Go home to your bed, leave the dead neigh!”

To the bed moments before the sun cast rays

Tossing and turning this way and that 

The resounding cacophony sat me upright 

Rubbing my face and yawning from drowsiness 

My feet hit the ground finding slippers hiding 

And dressed for a day of working with terminals 

Forgetting the columns of The Parthenon 

The coffins in darkness and fog of the moments 

Fifteen hours will pass before my ship launches 

Unto the kingdom of the traveling soldiers 

Passing the stratosphere of living existence

Into a place for pilgrims of astral projections

Goodnight my children and may safe journeys be yours

Into a spaceship called sleep visiting other worlds 
BJ 2017


Singularly sitting in quiet solitude 

Not expecting anything 

Swinging under the tree mid summer

The humidity hampered all but mosquitoes 

Just moving backwards and forth contemplating

The moment, the air, the silence, the sky, the sign

Wondering what was this lingering like a cloud 

The swirling gasses would surely be dismissed 

The meteorologist would give the definition 

But, I knew better than phenomenal rhetoric 

There it trickled down for over two hours 

Breathing was no longer natural and easy

But the thoughts of you were crystal clear

I don't own you nor do you have claims to me 

Possessions of people aren't bound by paper 

Freedoms are guaranteed by The Constitution 

So like the bird flies far from the fledging nest

I open my hands releasing my controlling quest 

The fowl with the broken wings took flight 

The horizon appeared hazy but the silhouette flew

Over the meadows and ore’ tops of trees, then from sight 

The moment was solemn reverence yearning for my maker

The one who answers questions and comforts mothers 

So we sat pondering the truths held within the signs 

We spoke on life and growing up and all that's so blind 

Releasing our idols, letting go of our alters, knowing sublime 

Life is funny 

The only thing pleasurable are the small signs

The butterflies wings

The cats eyes

The dog that licks the broken heart 

The horses nose that nuzzles love 

And God gave us love you see

Look at the signs 

The eyes of lost animals 

The orphaned child 

The elderly in wheelchairs 

The little wonders in the Buttercup 

The wind within the willows 

These are the signs of love sent to you and me

BJ @2017

Animals are Gods Gifts to Love and Appreciate 

The bird sat perched in a cage 

Plucking feathers from its body

The man caged the little creature 

Why are they so desiring to conquer?

Elephants are slaughtered by horrible monsters 

They who hang heads above their mantels 

Who laugh and cheer toasting their egos

Killing the animals of Gods kingdom 

Why do people think it's alright 

To boil the dog at a Chinese banquet 

Why do people think it's sane

To not thank the animals that give them game 

They who hunt grinning like hyenas 

Dusty roads and places hidden from others

Wham-bam! Shot threw the head

Slain, the wild cat lays dead ~ right there 

No worries though the killers believe 

It's head will hang high for all to see

The idiots who have done this horrible things

Should surrender their heads for display ~ it seems 

Steeling Gods blessings from his thrones 

Capturing the bird and stopping the songs 

Using the ivory, its stupidity, it's wrong 

Why do people think it's okay 

To not leave Gods gifts alone 

God forgive us for harming the animals so dear

And not being responsible for causing their tears

A dog cries when hurting you see

The elephant protects its baby's from we

Who are evil by serial nature

No better than a cat torturing its catch

Aren't we more humane than animals  

Honestly …

We're far from peaceful beings ~ 

Not divine at all ~ quietly uttered sadly 



Genuflection the perception of the angle of reflection

Sycophany and preservation of dignity less deemed 

Intolerable and despised as He was so rejected of men

Not popular among the accepted yet a few saw truth

Softly, quietly gazing for he held wisdom from youth

The piercing eyes as if brilliant white yellow rays shown

He looked at me, I looked at him, a Deus for my day

Meshing energy shrouded all encompassing we two

Intracellularly red blood cells fused becoming renewed

The vibrations shook the foundations wherein my shoes

My fingers felt alive, warmed by the visions of his deity

My hair stood from the static of electrifying radiant heat

And for that second, that moment, time held only one truth 

There is more to living mundaneness and one must merely seek

Its not hiding anywhere purposely away from you and I 

It has been here all along yet we are too busy with neigh

He said the kingdom of God is dwelling within each man

It is not in showy genuflection nor in sycophant conjured plans

It is found in the meadows amongst the deer and fluffy lambs

See it glowing in the golden barley tenderly blowing in the wind

The twissels from the birds and the wolves silhouette on high

The whales and whistles and tender thistles along the merry way

The twinkle in the stars, the warmth of the rays, the smell of babies feet

There within the broken heart are answers awaiting all defeat

In reverence we bow our thoughts and humbly lend our ears

Listening to the wind in trees as it whispers of majesty and ways

Following an overgrown path where no mans entered there into 

Poison ivy grows all around trying hard to alter the beliefs

But, trusting leads the way of a shepherd whose lost the sheep

But, that's okay says the Deus, because the flock has blinded thee
BJ 2017

Sycophany a natural or instinctive tendency to act so as to preserve one's own existence. There is a thin line between being sycophantic and seeking self-preservation. Sometimes, we say what people want to hear, rather than what …

The Diary of My Snake Bite 🐍

Day one…

I’m renaming this article to The Diary of My Snake Bite
Snake news for the day 
Warning: foot selfie posted of snake bite 🔺🐍
My family member suggested that I call animal control about the snake 🐍 in my yard that bit me. 
So, I spoke with animal control and they explained snake bites in East Texas. 
Snakes only insert the amount of venom they feel is protective for them at that moment 
Animal control will search the yard if I want them to 
Thank goodness they can not today 
Can’t deal with this now 
They said a copperhead can leave a 1 inch mark and so can our rattle snake 
A copperhead is not deadly but a rattlesnake can be 
A copperhead doesn’t leave neurological damage and a rattlesnake does; however, a copperhead’s worse symptoms are between day 10–30… 
Good news 

I don’t feel any neurological issues (update) my right leg is doing something weird.
Rattlesnake bites start necrosis pretty quickly depending on the amount of venom delivered. I don’t see any necrosis but bruising. Bruising can lead to necrosis, so I must keep an eye on it.

I’ve never been afraid of snakes 🐍 

Until now 

Dat Two

Later…. 1AM CST USA the saga of being bit my an unknown snake.
It’s the middle of the night, but before I fell asleep, the bone pain was unrelieved by Tylenol, my choice, even though, the doctor said that I will need something stronger. I said, no thank you. Well, I’m rethinking the need for something more.
The bone pain didn’t awaken me. It was the fact that I couldn’t breathe. My wheezing was inspiatory and expiratory. I struggled with the nebulizer and couldn’t get it fast enough. Finally, the respirations were even and unlabored. 
Perhaps this was brought on by a death of a family friend. RIP Robert Bowers. I don’t know what triggered this respiratory response but it awakened me gasping for air. 
The bone pain diminished while the breathing episode took front seat. Anyway it is over now, and I have thoughts about Robert and what he meant to my mother. They were great friends. 
So, my son arrives home tomorrow. I might check myself into the hospital just for observation. Surely, the death part has passed. It’s just the pain and breathing issues now, plus intermittent fevers.
Snake bite, or this one, causes bones to hurt like flu only worse. It’s constant and it doesn’t come and go. My right leg must be lifted up for it to cross my left. I have to help it a little.
Some have told me the fangs were those of a rattlesnake while I hold it to a copperhead as the thought of a rattlesnake is too much to perceive. Too frightening.
Anyway, later today, I will post more… until then, keep the entire world in your good thoughts and prayers… 
Rip Robert 🕊

Day 2.5

It is now the 7th day post bite

Since the copperhead’s response is delayed, meaning the worst is affrer 10-30 days of excruciating pain, fever and respiratory,

My guess this is a copperhead bite… a rattlesnake, I would have seen necrosis..
My Snake Bite saga will continue…
Bless the world 

The Q ~ A second has past and perhaps a moment before Time is relatively nothing, but closing the backdoor Certainty is now, like a painting of the ocean shoresDrops stand still in films, tears lingering; therefore,Images of a living existence are what we hunger forDrawing our way through a maze is simply not folklore We are given a pallet of colors and canvas to implore Kindergartens, elementary, universities heretofore This is what is offered and then ~ nothing more BJ @2017

          The Dew

          I feel dampness in the air

          It is a reminder of years before 

          Cool and fresh, it subdues heat

          Landing gently upon my face 

          In solitude my heart hides

          Peering through veils of yesterday’s 

          Seeing you walking into a place 

          Thinking of that season long ago 

          Ideas of wants are vague and vanishing

          Visions seem like yesterday, but are not 

          Kissing a ghost of my distant past

          Touching an image that dissolves 

          This poem I pen has no answers 

          Yet I search for closings of true love

          Reaching out to a place that’s not here

          Reality is that you can’t be near

          And here we are, your image fades

          Letting go has been all I’ve had 

          Your the only truth I’ve perceived 

          Here forsaking my hopes and dreams 

          For you are all that I believed

          And as the dew gently showers my face

          The drops light then dissipate

          The drops I’ve come to appreciate 

          They visit a moment to say what they must 

          I know the lessons of the dew

          I hear the utterances of their gifts

          And in the tactile delicate sprinkles 

          I know their whispers to my heart 

          2017 @ BJ

          Fusion of Life

          Fusion of Life

          The source to travel through this edges of the universe and back

          The source that flames love and hate illuminates from stars above 

          The energy forms from fusion and ignited thoughts and whispers 

          It moves tongues, moves actions, moves poetry, moves mountains 

          Everywhere within the cosmos energy speaks in electric languages 

          Controlling out of control spiraling heated wild and colder masses 

          Inside and out, moving liquidly between light and dark chaotic matter 

          Bolts of flashing lightning and tails of fireflies, eels deep underwater 

          People conversing, sneezing, dog tails wagging, trees limbs moving 

          Wind and windmills, dams, radio waves, sonar, and nuclear fusion 

          Dreams are energy transporting through time and space living beings 

          Stones and stars, gemstones and pearls, terra cotta with mineral matter

          Just simply singing a song about The God of Creation designer of heaven 

          2017 BJ


          Reading the poem that I wrote, the fabulous duo, Tulika Dugar and Alan Johnson 

          I can’t thank them enough… 
          to find them on FB, visit ‘The Poets Attic”

          Now for 

          All delights my heart yearns for are now mine

          Open are the portals and a clear pathway to me

          Thankful for grace that brought them home

          I open them one by one reverently 

          Years passed and my doors were shut

          Lessons learned unbolted strong locks

          The blessings that waited are divine gifts

          I open each one in thanksgiving and love 

          A child of the kingdom has much to learn 

          Perhaps not in one lifetime is Sophia revealed 

          Gently she gifts a sojourner’s pilgrimage 

          As not to drown out the wisdom bestowed 

          Each golden nugget is cherished and refreshed 

          Dusting off any cobwebs from forgetting 

          Holding wisely each monumental turn

          Each box finished is decorated, not returned 

          I can’t bestow it to you my friend 

          My lessons learned are not yours, you know

          Rest assured when traveling the paths you take 

          Have pretty boxes awaiting you at your place 

          One day we shall complete the souls road

          And compare our stories with the lessons learned 

          The medals of valor and crowns on our heads

          Won’t matter much because that’s behind 

          Where now we see when once were we blind 

          2017 BJ
          Images are compliments of A Poets Pots Haven 

          I cannot hear’ Deafness 

          These expensive gadgets that must be worn to hear

          Make morning, dreading placing them in my ears 

          Silence where no chirping birds can be heard

          No whispers of people, no uttered single word

          No meow of the kitty cat whose adjusted his mews

          The tom knows to enunciate like I’ve taught my kids 

          Speak clearly that I might read your lips, please dears

          Not to mention the eyesight where poetry is misspelled 

          But the silence goes when the earplugs enter into canals

          The noisemakers all around something buzzing confuses me

          Turning to my left and then the right to hear where that alarm be

          Driving in the car, music loud, a melody, drowns out the world

          From out of know where startles my inner peace and calm

          A siren from the EMS from out of no where frightened me

          He shoots me the finger because I didn’t hear him coming 

          The grocery store is screaming, the gadgets in my ears squeak 

          They pick up all children crying, yelling screaming oh lord, I’m deaf

          As if large brass church bells resounding without my head 

          And parties forget them, now that’s cacophony, not joyous at all

          And they speak low so that I can’t hear, well with the gadgets dear

          I hear sometimes more than one can honestly bare across the room

          From across the way their conversation is not so secretive but dismay 

          One never can tell which way the receptors pick up the words of theirs 

          Spoken privately on purpose come loudly in the gadgets brain then mine

          Pencil grinders, pencils tapping, people talking play a mind confusing game

          Coming home I take a breath. A sigh it’s at the end of another loud day

          When night arrives, what a joy, not to hear that awful mess of a growling play

          I remove those little gadget suckers and hear silence of a moments grace

          The sweetness of serendipity, the voice of the almighty speaks about love

          It is a pleasure to understand that honesty there is this other world

          And in that world words come form bubbles of delightful impressions 

          In that place where peace and comfort dwell protected from violence

          I long to sleep where angels strum vibrational tunes all so pleasant 

          And there the mind rests in silence and awe, and with God smile

          He’s glad that I hear him as he is lonely as well

          I am thankful for my world 

          This place where heaven is

          BJ 2017