Life Is Likened To A Forest (lyrics by Bonnie Jennings)

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Newest version:

The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf-less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re looking for,
With a little love, our green leaves,
Open as before.

Our limbs embrace, as a poem of trust.
Finding a tangled tree, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know more.
Here’s the invitation, now wander, and explore.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf-less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re looking for,
With a little love, our green leaves,
Open as before.

My life is likened to the forest dark and pure.
And entering will cost you what you’re looking for.

Older version:

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a poem, about lust.
Finding an erotic tune, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know,
Is an invitation, that you, come inside.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Life Is Likened To A Forest

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Newer:

Lyrics to My Life Is Likened to a Forest

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering will awaken the leafless tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a song, about must.
Finding an erotic tune, we’ll sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know more,
Is an invitation, that you, come to re-explore.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, and open as before.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Older version:

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a poem, about lust.
Finding an erotic tune, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know,
Is an invitation, that you, come inside.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

Posted from WordPress for Android
@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Road Rage (contest poem)

Dang it! I said, “fricken get out of my way!
The roads not yours!
Selfish moron. Waisting my day!

Holding up traffic, in the left lane!
“Can’t you see that!”
Bravely cursing without shame.

Passing her, on the right
Glaring that way
Grandma! What a fright.

On the road
The cars honking at her
Felt utter pity; I’d acted like a goad.

Her frail arms clutching the wheel
Realized~she was lost
Vehicling behind that steel.

My Grandma was lost.
Driving to see Old Sye
But, the honkers didnt care
Then, road rage took her life.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Vanity and The Trap

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Imagination,  unreachable dream, my desire
Come to rescue from the heat of fire

Serve the humbled servant caviar
Drinking from brass elegant samovars

Tasting only the royals finest
Then, knowing as a highness

Turning blue, the blood that’s red
How gladly, leaving this dread

Three thousand threads woven
Softness, then the seduction

Costing merely, only a soul
Wearing, the black lacy camisole

Laying down innocent purity
Sadly, taken rather brusquely

Vanity and ego opened the door
There, lay the vulnerable on the floor.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings