Sometimes God Whispers

Sometimes God Whispers, and sometimes He is silent. 

Silence is golden it’s been said.

When God talks to you, the body and mind come into one unit of sheer joy during the synchronization of the two separate parts of a person. Some have called this meshing of energies, “Goose bumps.” Anyway we see or experience God’s communication, it is an awe inspiring moment and during that moment life seems to stop. Life matters no more because the coming together or the meeting of our minds to God’s is beyond words, expressions or explanation. When it occurs, time dissipates and what is or remains, is a moment of pure clarity with The Mind and thoughts of Gods.

Hendrick ter Brugghen, Esau Selling His Birthright, c. 1627

So weirdly, at age 62, I dreamed, last night that I was pregnant. I felt terrified because, I knew, after experiencing child labor two times in my earlier years, I wasn’t physically able to birth this child that I was carrying. I looked down at my belly. It was huge! The skin around my umbilicus was tight and round. It was a 9 month pregnancy round. I looked up at God who said nothing, but He continued to work like a grand old surgeon does. And then, my first birth pang began. Horrified and vulnerable to His plans, I had no choice, but to surrender. God let them start. The thoughts of not only did I realize that I couldn’t physically give birth at 62, but the mental and emotional aspect for parenthood and raising another child was beyond my capabilities. The energy needed was greater than my reserves. I whispered back to God and said, “Please, no, I can’t do this.”

It, the birthing process, began anyway. God did not stop this birth. He didn’t speak to me, nor have eye contact. His internal presence and His will was understood by a fearce impression of I know that I know and there are or were no if this, and that, nor any whining persuasions using the words, but God.The horror of it all was before me and I knew what I had to endure His plan no matter what. I said, then, Knock me out! And the next thing I saw was an epidural needle. They placed it in my back after they rolled me to the side. I fell deeply asleep.

I awakened this morning at 0400, as I usually do, and remembered nothing, but that I felt happy. By the time 0600 came the memories of this dream began to creep back. I noticed my abdomen is unusual feeling. It is at this time, I realized that God whispered something to me in the night hours. Something occurred. I must wait, listen and heed as His whispers are revealed.

I suspect He has told me, that no matter how big the circumstance appears, I will go through it and even if I do not understand all things, it must happen. For our ways are not His. Trusting Him is the only way. There is no negotiation, no complaining, no pouting, no refusal at this stage of the game of life.

The Truth: The Innocent and The Abusers

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It became clear to me after suffering about my children. After a night of despair, the realization about how cruel life is, and is possibly hell, came to me. And to add, making the plight of despair worse, is the fact that every 3 posts on FB profess to we humans that we must always be thankful. Well, my thankfulness card vanished awhile back and my Pollyanna spirit dissolved, too. That is because, after considering the mother and child relationship, the mathematics follow a general pattern. Parents raise them for 17 to 18 years and the world has them an avg. (age of death 72)-18 years with parents = roughly 54 years the child is owned and captured by the world and only 17 to 18 years with the parents.

There are 2 types of people in the world and they are users and abusers and the naive and the innocent. Keeping in mind the second group, the naive and the innocent, will eventually become the user and abuser. That is because the law of action and reaction is the basics for the survival of the child and you.
Horridly stating, someone in the world is going to poison your child. Someone is going to lure them, touch them, corrupt them. They are your children, your offspring, that you did so well, hovering over, like a hawk. But, when your not looking and unaware, there right under your roof and under your nose someone is waiting to use and abuse your child. Sadly, when your child becomes their prey, often, they enjoy the harm done to them even though they feel guilty about the assault. In fact, more times than not, the crossing over of boundaries and space by the broacher, is not recognized by the child until many years later. Also more disheartening, your precious child has already joined the dark side and has abused and used, as well.
On the planet Earth, there are no innocent adult people. Non. We are in a cycle that is hard to break and stops at death. If they’re are the innocent than they are the infants who have not encountered the abuser or user yet. But, assuredly, as soon as the child or victim is left alone long enough, an abuser and user will find them. They always show up. There is no escape from them on his planet.
One last idea, the actual abuse was never mentioned in this story. Your mind created and saw the crime completed and perhaps you saw and knew the assault because it was done to you or perhaps you are now doing it to another human… The reason you now know this in your mind, was it was explained earlier in this story. It happened to you, too. The cycle never stops.

Finding Codes

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Finding Codes

By Bonnie Jennings

The codes are everywhere in everything that is
Written in a master genius which exists and lives
Looking at the rose dawned in red
Surprisingly knowing and previously said
The colors are mixed in HTML
The flower is completed in somethings head
The music also made in a tune
Something’s behind the matter of The Moon
Rest assured we will know one day soon

Poetry prompt A Poet’s Haven
Sept 2015

Omar Khayyám

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http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/Classic%20Poems/FitzGerald/rubaiyat_of_omar_khayyam.htm

Omar Khayyám

Translated by Edward FitzGerald

Into this Universe, and why not knowing,

Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing :

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,

I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

 

 

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There was a Door to which I found no Key :

There was a Veil past which I could not see :

  Some little Talk awhile of ME and THEE

There seem’d – and then no more of THEE and ME.

 

 

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before

The Tavern shouted – “Open then the Door!

  You know how little while we have to stay,

And, once departed, may return no more.”

 

 

 

And my mother’s favorite. The one she awakened me with, EVERY single morning that I was home, as a child. Thank you mom.

 

 

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight :
  And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.

Thank you mother for giving to me the gift of loving poetry…

Summer Poems 2015

Summer Poems 2015 By Bonnie Jennings

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Angel’s

Earning the wings that I wear,

Dutiful battles and wars not disbarring,
The sight of suffering and smell of stench,
The roads we’ve traveled often forgotten, 
The hunger for home not resenting, 
The survival fought for mankind, 
My wings though grey with dirt, 
The fight has passed my thirst, 
But we continue forward, 
As soldiers do, 
Commanded by the Lord, 
Until we’re through.
©7/28/15
 
~
 
My Little Jo Jo 
2009-7/20/2015
 
You’ll bequeath me
When the moon was full
In fall during harvest time
The sun set in the warmth of summers end
Then, we walked hand in hand
 
Thus you stole my heart
While I wasn’t watching
Under the lights of a starry sky
My body limp and my soul captured
Then, we walked into the night.
 
Staying with me for six years
And not a year longer you tarried
Forgetting all others existed
Meshing our love, entwined
Then, walking upon warm moonlit sand promised
 
Assurances have no guarantees of longevity
And often are broken
Rest assured you had my heart
From the uttermost beginning
When The Moon’s light was full
And The Summers end was well behind us.
©7/27/15
 
Jo Jo who returned to Heaven July 20, 2015
Jo Jo who returned to Heaven July 20, 2015
 
About Jo Jo
2009-2015
Closing eyes shut I see green pastures
See you run freely
There in the flowers you jump so high
Barking ~ Like laughter
To see you smile
Cherished fond memories
Moments of
 
Off and on, fleeting visions
Running close to me
Reaching out to touch you
Then disappearing from my dreams
Only left with an image
You standing on a hill
Telling me ~
I’ll see you soon
 
Selfishly you are missed
I hold you here
Confusion about living
Dying and the hands unwind
You whisper to tell me
If you listen you’ll hear me
Just call on me
 
If you need me then call me
I’m not far from you
©7/23/15
 
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I Keep Saying Goodbye
Don’t think you shall slip from me,
My mind won’t permit
The waters might try to separate us,
From the sweat and the dust of the Earth,
But I won’t let them take you away,
Though the clock hands unwind to suggest so,
BUT, I SHALL STOP THEM, from taking you fro,
My night dreams and visions will carry us through,
Until I enter the door of everlasting bliss ~
And perhaps leave you here,
Half forgotten, “Oh, my dear.”
I’ll let you go if I must
So, here’s to your peace
In me you can forever trust.
Farewell, my love, and goodbye,
Until we meet again ~ In the tender sweet cool of the autumn’s myst
©7/28/2015
 
 
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The East wind blows anticipating a storm
The intensity of heat from the summer sun dissipated
The blueness of the breeze chilled our spiny bones
Could it be that the season dwindles
Speculations too soon for this truth
Hoping the sweltering hot begone
And the waves from The East bring some relief
To the shores of Fairhope before dawn
© 7/29/15
 
 
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My goodness; my mistake

I thought you were a god, Fred
But look at you, for God’s sake
Overpowered by the waters, instead
Just like everyone else, for this I’m amazed
Suppose I should extend my hand before you’re dead
Thinking you were above the world and unfazed
And you, better than myself, Ted!
Then, I gave you the keys to my heart, depraved
But, you trampled on my grass ~ enough SAID!
Here’s my hand, now arise, well behaved
And flee down that trail away, unwed
Carry your arse to the cliff on the path enslaved
Awaken yourself for the mirror shows just a swelled head.
Submerged in a shallow pool depraved
And looking like a king remarkably unscathed.
©7/29/2015
 
 
~
 
 
Twirling the umbrella in the rain

And tapping like Ginger and Fred
Dancing on benches and under the bus shed
Loving like lovers should
©7/29/2015
 
 
~
 
 
Please do not awaken my soul as I walk

Dreamily, beauty is all I do see
Opening my eyes to early could be
Terrifying to a sleeping soul not yet yawning
So, do not awaken me before my time
Allow for the innocence while fawning
The clouds capture my baby dreams
While sleep walking away up yonder
©7/29/15
 
 
~
 
(Giggle giggle)

Naked I swing as day casts it’s first rays
While no one watches, who may
Know the fullness of energies light
Soaking in reverently bright
Because God is with me
And happy I am
©7/30/15
 
 
~
 
 
Dark and imprisoned is our love

Captured and dismayed feel I
Leaving before you return my love
A pink feather to wish you farewell
©7/30/15
 
 
~
 
 
Cloaks shield my identity

Hidden from all the world to see
My soul see your destiny
The red skins reveal you to me
The human eye watches sequentially
Warning, do not eat of the poisoners tree
©8/7/15
 
 
~
 
 
Artist Jealousy

I want you to be blessed
~ I really do. (roll eyes)
But, don’t rise above me
Cause, then you’ll see a shrew
 
“Oh, you’re so amazing,”
Speaking from my pride
But, don’t rise above me
Cause my knife will hit you’re blindside
 
You’ll think me “so kind.”
Lying threw my teeth
But, don’t rise above me
Cause, that bus? I’ll throw you beneath.
 
Now, put your work on the front
And, by the way, here’s mine!
But, don’t rise above me
Cause only I can shine!
©8/7/15
 
 
~
 
 
 
About Angels

…Earning the wings that I wear, 

Dutiful battles and wars not disbarring, 

The sight of suffering and smell of stench, 

The roads we’ve traveled often forgotten, 

The hunger for home not resenting, 

The survival fought for mankind, 

My wings though grey with dirt, 

The fight has passed my thirst, 

But we continue forward, 

As soldiers do, 

Commanded by the Lord, 

Until we’re through.

©8/8/15

~

She Leaves With The cold wind on her back as she passes a row of winter trees past a wooden fence and a cemetery that sits beyond.

Exiting with the wind on my back,

It all makes since now,
My decision won’t be hijacked.
 
My emotions are like the fog
Vague, dispersed and numbness
Walking towards the synagogue
 
Alone as God wants me
Singleminded and determined
Briskly paced as I flee
 
My life spared
Knowing too much is deadly
Still, I’m somewhat scared
 
Escaping for the last time
Lessons are learned and the wind is at my back
My decision is made and I’ll not be hijacked.
©8/8/15
 
 
~
 
Portraits of Men
One, two, three, four, five

Counting the rows,
Reminding her of all the beaus
She’d had so many
The game of life was a sport for something
She saw the pattern, the rows and the beaus
This time she will win
The “something” must stop.
She studied the patterns in the fog
©8/9/15
 
 
~
 
 
Dancer Sits Alone
Awe ~ Will I cha-cha again?

I will, but it will be in my timing
The solo dance of my soul
The rhythm will take flight
And my body becomes the vibrato’s muse
And I will cha cha again
©8/9/15
 
~
 
PSYCHED
Disconnection who me?

The psych separating my pain
Oh, it’s protection, so they say.
I don’t know,
I can’t remember.
©8/9/15
 
 
~
 
 Ta-Da!”
The sun arose this morn
Upon the breath of the newborn
In The East it will set
Assuredly, do not fret
And, another dawn will come
But now I will applaud the moon
Until then, thankful, though not too soon.
©8/9/15
 
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Answers found the green forest

Alone waiting on the warm rock
Thinking of what could have been
Hoping you will return soon
 
How sorrowfully my heart shakes
The white roses should bring you back
Conjuring, you’re coming home
Believing, the fairies will act on my behalf
 
Bringing you here for one last chance
©8/10/15
 
 
~
 
 
The old dilapidated dusty house had plastic once red roses left on the cracked cement stairs left behind with a memory 
The grey dirty ash swallowed my shows

As when walking through the old soot
Looking. I was searching for an answer
But, there wasn’t a proper question
Then, the old plastic dusty roses lay as if to scream a clue
Moving towards the plastic vase I lifted them
They were newer than the chard decay
Someone was here after the fire
Someone who left flowers
Looking in the vase a tinged paper note rested
Unfolding it carefully not to disintegrate the paper
Slowly I opened each corner
There was an ashen pink kissed lips imprinted
The was a hint of perfumed aroma in the creases
Looking back over the house, I then realized
This was a home. Two people loved each other in here
I sat the flowers back in the pot upright and put the note where it belonged
I apologized for intruding and reading the note
The apparition a male stood before me
Handing me the note he said, “read. Read it out loud.”
So, I did. She spoke of her love. She said, she was sorry. She said, she missed you so much. He nodded understanding
©8/10/15
 
~
 
 There isn’t a road that shan’t have music
So, my fiddle is played along the road
The musical notes surround my steps
They bring celebration, a musical mode
Down the paths, I sing, and up, I play
Everywhere and place that I travel
I tote a rhythmic razzle dazzle
And, this is the way, I choose
Cause, there’s not too much rhythm and blues.
©8/12/15
 
 
~
 
 
There was a boy that covered his ears with his hands
He SCREAMED, “I hate music!”
The other children stopped singing their songs because of the boys violent manners.
The boy got his way and it’s so sad to say
So, their little world didn’t flourish
And overtime a girl accidentally danced
The boy scowled an awful frown
He controls that rhythmless world today
His victims rarely dance nor play
And, the adults simply let the boy have his way
So, no more music for anyone around him on any given day.
©8/12/15
 
~
 
Have YOU dreamed and wished?
Making a kiss upon a star?
 
Remember only you invite the forest fairies
Only you open the door
 
In every wish there is a birth
In every birth there was a wish
Behind every wish is a human
In all humans, God is.
©8/15/15
 
 
~
 
 
Sometimes

Sometimes I think of you
My thoughts can’t be helped
I know you want me to move on
But, the memories just won’t stop
 
Time, so they say, will heal the wounds
Until time moves forward
My heart  remembers your tunes
 
Your fluffy white hair
Your eyes of green
The smell of your dander
Lingers within my dreams
 
But, tonight my friend. I bid you goodbye
Perhaps in my sleep we’ll meow our sighs
And, tomorrow will add another step away from you
So, you may rest my friend and I can bid you adieu.
©8/17/15
 
 
~
 
 
Riding a wild horse is out of the question

And feeling a motor cycles roar is long gone
But swinging in a tree still makes one feel free
When age and old bones prevent the freedoms, once known
©8/17/15
 
 
~
 
 
The Fetus

 
“The fetus and/or discarded tissue” is the way, they refer to the child, I never knew.
A fight to protect a grown woman right’s is predominate over the right’s of you.
Big business, clear throat, the governments claims are like talons
They use the media to promote their “caring valors.”
While, in fact, my babies tissue it seems
Was used in cosmetics and that went beyond my wildest dreams
“We’re just experimenting for the good of mankind,”
Their lame excuses sicken me, I suppose they knew i was blind.
To the fact that my babies tissues brought monetary and scientific foresight
Is beyond this humans understanding and is societies plight
For what will we be when it comes to mankind?
Throw away babies for the sake of the dying?
Are we so greedy and grab at our demising time left
That we forfeit the right’s of the young, through theft?
There’s no more to say at this moment
Except my heart has broken each Christmas morning
Missing two faces, whose hands are gone
Into someone’s hair treatment and a bottle of pretentious Perignon
©8/17/15
 
 
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The Beach
Sifting the salty sand through my toes

Remembering my life, then, as it was
Thinking about choices that humans have
Comparing decisions and comparing the lows
 
Humans have love that hurts at times
Angels have no emotions that make them blind
Humans eat foods made for the gods
Angels think nothing except for their jobs
 
To return, I’ll loose my wings
But, with his kiss, perhaps, I’ll wear his ring
Children I’ll bare in pain and lament
But, being his angel, I’ll always defend.
 
Decisions to make as I walk the shore
Leaving behind my job and it’s lore
Decisions to make before dawn
The waves wait patiently to carry me on
©8/17/15
 
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 LOOK at my eyes!
See this planks that covers my cries!
Murdered here on the deck mid winter
When the cold wind billowed on the high seas.
 
I’ll never know of true love
Never will I kiss a child’s brow
So, I’ll watch the lovers on the upper deck
Sweet revenge as I muster their wreck
 
Ghouls sail during a full moon
Lovers dance on with the tunes
And, Ill be there awaiting patiently
Just a slight slip off the cold grey steel platoon.
©8/17/15
 
 
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Angels and Gods
The guardian walked through the infinite universe, inspecting
How the systems were spinning and how they all kept time
Wading through space like water, and
Swimming to distant lonely spaces, waving
The hands as if they were wands, creating
A place called Heaven, a place called hell and a place called Elysium, the home
Where souls gather and swing blissfully on
seats hewed from magnificent wood, on
Days when springtimes don’t end

Awaiting forever the solstice return

Believing that one day soon
That God shall lead us home
©8/18/15
 
 
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BL P/D
Scared? Ha! I laugh. Dares don’t frighten me.

I cut, I scrape, I sculpture my skin
All for the lack of love.
 
Try me. You think I won’t?
My lips have tasted blood
I’m not a virgin, you suggested
 
Experience erased fair memories
I’m daring as a man can be
My father taught me well, sir
Tangle not with a dame such as me.
©8/18/15
 
 
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I want to go home
Please don’t hold me here
The Moon beckons my pinning heart
And laying at my feet dear man
Is more than I can manage to start
Do arise and unruffled yourself, Dan
Before you loose your head and your smarts
©8.18/15
 
 
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The Opened Window
Opening intended the window before me

The breeze was warm and felt alive
Answering my questions I set before God
In tenderness He delivered as promised
 
Though not the answered I’d hoped for
Certainly life had ups and down’s
I prayed for life for my brother
Instead came a dreaded reply.
 
But, in the breeze came mercy
And within my heart felt love
I prayed for the life of my children
But God intended much more
 
The answer came in the warm breeze
The window opened for truths
The grace to carry onward
Came because His truth was all I would need.
©8/23/15
 
 
~
 
 
I hated ENG 101

Though writing, I always loved
Studying The Elements of Language and Grammar
Sends my stomach upside down
©8/23/15
 
 
~
 
Poltergeist
Welcome to my home, visitor

Think not, that it belongs to you
I’ve wandered these halls for decades
My voices shall remind you
Leave by dusk on the 13th
Take your household too
They’ll be no threats, I’m warning
This home belongs to me.
©8/23/15
 
 
~
 
 
Go ahead.

It’s alright to miss him.
It’s normal.
You’re not crazy.
Kiss him.
He will know
He will feel you.
©8/24/15
 
 
~
 
 
The folklore from The Ojibwe tribe
Who crafted the spiders dreamcatchers
They are “The True People,”
The English called them
Called, “puckered up” for their moccasin shoes.
The French named them “Saultaux.”
“The ones who live by the rapids Of Ste. Marie”
There a Christian missionary stood
Forced them; move westward.
Victors in war
Speared fish with fire by night
Ojibwe replenish the waters, keeping the balance.
From the spider, they spun the catchers of dreams.
©9/1/15
 
 
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A poem at the dealership 

 
A choice to be made of being happy or sad
Maybe irritated or blue, those too.
But here I sit for an hour or two
Either watching a clock – or renew
 
Each moment we face is a crossroad to make
Our decisions catalyst our fate
For God is watching our acts
And how we react
 
Whether at home or on a business phone
Choices to make on which path to take
Determines the world we create
And our choices then reviewed at the thrown.
©9/4/15
 
 
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Ghosts of The Whales 
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“AHOY Mates!” Is that what I heard?
The waves carried the words, I’m certainly sure.
From fifty feet off the shore
A ship is seen, from some world war
But, the fog’s clouds irratically hang
And a ghost vessel echoed a mans slang
A chill of helplessness from my deepness sprang
Nothing but prayer, to set them free again
Then a choir of whales and porpoises sang
It seems the animal spirits had finally won
And the man on the vessel was swallowed by their song
Perhaps that’s the end of the ship of war
And the animal spirits rest without having their corps.
The “AHOY” of the man drowned with the whales cry sinking together as the ocean devoured all their civil outcries and wrongs.
~ Then peace was heard coming from the sea. Silence and rest poured from my heart. Not a wail heard from the man, nor from the whale.
©9/5/15
 
 
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The Stone Woman
Strong granite is my soul

I am rock hard when observing you
My shell is adorned with Aspens
My airy hair softens my mountain
Lush greens embellish my vestments
Take advantage of me
You’ll not see another summit
My spirit has spoken
©9/5/15
 
 
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A Romantic Memory
Modestly I blush when gazing at you
Naked sitting pretending there’s a cue
Dreaming one day we’ll elope
On the greens of Augusta’s downs
 
Until then, I imagine about caresses from you
And sipping ale from a special brew
In the warmth of a warm spring day soon
Believing you’ll pledge your love one afternoon
©9/5/15
 
 
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 How red the couch was, then
Awe the sweet memories of decadent sin
Thank God it was then and not now
Hah! I’m way too old to think about how
We were so untamed
Away back when
 
The sultry steam of human pheromones
Permeate my senses, in this zone
The aromas of your flesh create
Wickedness, that I can’t resist
Naughtiness of the moment
Sweet heat, oh, the moans
 
The shabby red velvet of memories yesterday
Hold sensuous visions of you as you lay
Sprawled with body wide open
Welcoming me, my body smoking
Oh, how we conjoined many years ago
On the red velvet couch
How it smells of today, though
©9/7/15
 
~
Here I stand

On the edge of the forest
Just about time
To move into the light
©9/7/15
 
 ~
Tender maid 

The power you have within
Is not awakened
 
Though lily pure your soul
The ashes and dirt hold you bound
The broom that you use to sweep
Awaits to give you the crown
 
But meanwhile press on
As if life is eternally mundane
The power is there to claim
When ready, you’ll know the game
 
The doves that come to surround you
You’ll see clearly their intricate purpose
No longer you’ll sweep in shame
Your time will honor your name
©9/7/15
 
 ~
In the dark times there is a dragon that awakens within me.

The evidence is here in my shadow
When The Moon is full the dragon’s wings stretch to assume my mortal soul.
Dancing on tables is elementary
That is simply the hook dope
The teeth love Jugglers’
After the tapping shoes and the castanets play
The music is always hot and dank with sweat
And always after it kills, my angel face adorns me so brilliantly
©9/7/15
 
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And where are you going Grim Reaper?
The storm brews upon your back.
Did you come of my cousin Silas or
Did you come for my silver cat?
©9/7/15
 
 ~
The breath of life or is it death

She blew on him
Was it inspiration or Expiration
The later my gut does fear
©9.7.15
 
 ~
“Sigh,” A bride she was all dawned in blue

The cat meowed in front of The Moon
The bouquet didn’t wither as she hoped
She lost her smile when he took flight
He golden hair turned grey too soon.
Hoping forever yet feeling doomed
©9/7/15
 
 ~
 
Thank you visiting and reading my poetry… Be blessed beyond measure!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

How red the couch was, then

*From a writing prompt from Alan Boles A Poet’s Haven on FB. Thank you Alan for all your support.

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How red the couch was, then

Awe the sweet memories of decadent sin

Thank God it was then and not now
Hah! I’m way too old to think about how
We were so untamed
Away back when
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The sultry steam of human pheromones
Permeate my senses, in this zone
The aromas of your flesh create
Wickedness, that I can’t resist
Naughtiness of the moment
Sweet heat, oh, the moans
~
The shabby red velvet of memories yesterday
Hold sensuous visions of you, as you lay
Sprawled with body wide open
Welcoming me, my body smoking
Oh, how we conjoined many years ago
On the red velvet couch
How it smells of today, though ~ not so.
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The Whale’s Karma

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“AHOY Mates!” Is that what I heard?
The waves carried the words, I’m certainly sure.
From fifty feet off the shore
A ship is seen, from some world war
But, the fog’s clouds irratically hang
And a ghost vessel echoed a mans slang
A chill of helplessness from my deepness sprang
Nothing but prayer, to set them free again
Then a choir of whales and porpoises sang
It seems the animal spirits had finally won
And the man on the vessel was swallowed by their song
Perhaps that’s the end of the ship of war
And the animal spirits rest without having their corps. 
 
The “AHOY” of the man drowned with the whales sighs.
The ocean devoured all civil wrongs and outcries. 
 ~ Then peace was felt coming from the sea.
Silence and rest poured from beneath.
Not a wail heard from the man, nor the whale
And the ocean’s water swallowed the sinful tales
Bragging whaling sailor’s; forever jailed. 
Leaving the whales song for mankind to hear.
Forever now, the whale, perhaps the mammal will endure.

The Book of Enoch Chapter 7, 8, 9, 20, 25, 26, 37

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And you might ask why:

THE BOOK of ENOCH

Chapter 7 [SECT. II.]

1. It happened after the sons of men had multiplied in those days, that daughters were born to them, elegant and beautiful.

2. And when the angels, the sons of heaven, beheld them, they became enamoured of them, saying to each other, Come, let us select for ourselves wives from the progeny of men, and let us beget children.

3. Then their leader Samyaza said to them; I fear that you may perhaps be indisposed to the performance of this enterprise;

4. And that I alone shall suffer for so grievous a crime.

5. But they answered him and said; We all swear;

6. And bind ourselves by mutual execrations, that we will not change our intention, but execute our projected undertaking.

7. Then they swore all together, and all bound themselves by mutual execrations. Their whole number was two hundred, who descended upon Ardis, which is the top of mount Armon.

8. That mountain therefore was called Armon, because they had sworn upon it, and bound themselves by mutual execrations.

9. These are the names of their chiefs: (Take special note) Samyaza, who was their leader, Urakabarameel, Akibeel, Tamiel, Ramuel, Danel, Azkeel, Saraknyal, Asael,
Armers, Batraal, Anane, Zavebe, Samsaveel, Ertael, Turel, Yomyael, Arazyal. These were the prefects of the two hundred angels, and the remainder were all with them.

10. Then they took wives, (The Nephalim) each choosing for himself; whom they began to approach, and with whom they cohabited; teaching them sorcery, incantations, and the dividing of roots and trees.

11. And the women conceiving brought forth giants,

12. Whose stature was each three hundred cubits. These devoured all which the labour of men produced; until it became impossible to feed them;

13. When they turned themselves against men, in order to devour them;

14. And began to injure birds, beasts, reptiles, and fishes, to eat their flesh one after another, and to drink their blood.

15. Then the earth reproved the unrighteous.

Chapter 8 (Notice their, the angels) occupations

1. Moreover Azazyel taught men to make swords, knives, shields, breastplates, the fabrication of mirrors, and the workmanship of bracelets and ornaments, the use of paint, the beautifying of the eyebrows, the use of stones of every valuable and select kind, and of all sorts of dyes, so that the world became altered.

2. Impiety increased; fornication multiplied; and they transgressed and corrupted all their ways.

3. Amazarak taught all the sorcerers, and dividers of roots:

4. Armers taught the solution of sorcery;

5. Barkayal taught the observers of the stars;

6. Akibeel taught signs;

7. Tamiel taught astronomy;

8. And Asaradel taught the motion of the moon.

9. And men, being destroyed, cried out; and their voice reached to heaven.

Chapter 9 (notice the angels occupations, again and again)

1. Then Michael and Gabriel, Raphael, Suryal, and Uriel, looked down from heaven, and saw the quantity of blood which was shed on earth, and all the iniquity which was done upon it, and said one to another, It is the voice of their cries;

2. The earth deprived of her children has cried even to the gate of heaven.

3. And now to you, O ye holy ones of heaven, the souls of men complain, saying, Obtain Justice for us with 1 the Most High. Then they said to their Lord, the King, Thou art Lord of lords, God of gods, King of kings. The throne of thy glory is for ever and ever, and for ever and ever is thy name sanctified and glorified. Thou art blessed and glorified.

4. Thou hast made all things; thou possessest power over all things; and all things are open and manifest before thee. Thou beholdest all things, and nothing, can be concealed from thee.

5. Thou hast seen what Azazyel has done, how he as taught every species of iniquity upon earth, and has disclosed to the world all the secret things which are done in the heavens.

6. Samyaza also has taught sorcery, to whom thou hast given authority over those who are associated with him. They have gone together to the daughters of men; have lain with them; have become polluted;

7. And have discovered crimes to them.

8. The women likewise have brought forth giants.

9. Thus has the whole earth been filled with blood and with iniquity.

10. And now behold the souls of those who are dead, cry out.

11. And complain even to the gate of heaven.

12. Their groaning ascends; nor can they escape from the unrighteousness which is committed on earth. Thou knowest all things, before they exist.

13. Thou knowest these things, and what has been done by them; yet thou dost not speak to us.

14. What on account of these things ought we to do to them?

Chapter 20

1. These are the names of the angels who watch.

2. Uriel, one of the holy angels, who presides over clamour and terror.

3. Raphael, one of the holy angels, who presides over the spirits of men.

4. Raguel, one of the holy angels, who inflicts punishment on the world and the luminaries.

5. Michael, one of the holy angels, who, presiding over human virtue, commands the nations.

6. Sarakiel, one of the holy angels, who presides over the spirits of the children of men that transgress.

7. Gabriel, one of the holy angels, who presides over Ikisat, over paradise, and over the cherubim.

Chapter 25 Enoch speaks of “The Middle Earth”

1. From thence I proceeded to the middle of the earth, and beheld a happy and fertile spot, which contained branches continually sprouting from the trees which were planted in it. There I saw a holy mountain, and underneath it water on the eastern side, which flowed towards the south. I saw also on the east another mountain as high as that; and between them there were deep, but not wide valleys.

2. Water ran towards the mountain to the west of this; and underneath there was likewise another mountain.

3. There was a valley, but not a wide one, below it; and in the midst of them were other deep and dry valleys towards the extremity of the three. All these valleys, which were deep, but not wide, consisted of a strong rock, with a tree which was planted in them. And I wondered at the rock and at the valleys, being extremely surprised.

Chapter 26

1. Then I said, What means this blessed land, all these lofty trees, and the accursed valley between them?

2. Then Uriel, one of the holy angels who were with me, replied, This valley is the accursed of the accursed for ever. Here shall be collected all who utter with their mouths unbecoming language against God, and speak harsh things of His glory. Here shall they be collected. Here shall be their territory.

3. In the latter days an example of judgment shall be made of them in righteousness before the saints: while those who have received mercy shall for ever, all their days, bless God, the everlasting King.

4. And at the period of judgment shall they bless Him for his mercy, as He has distributed it to them. Then I blessed God, addressing myself to Him, and making mention, as was meet, of His greatness.

Chapter 37 [SECT. VI.]

1. The vision which he saw, the second vision of wisdom, which Enoch saw, the son of Jared, the son of Malaleel, the son of Canan, the son of Enos, the son of Seth, the son of Adam. This is the commencement of the word of wisdom, which I received to declare and tell to those who dwell upon earth. Hear from the beginning, and understand to the end, the holy things which I utter in the presence of the Lord of spirits. Those who were before us thought it good to speak; (This sounds just like Revelations)????

2. And let not us, who come after, obstruct the beginning of wisdom. Until the present period never has there been given before the Lord of spirits that which I have received, wisdom according to the capacity of my intellect, and according to the pleasure of the Lord of spirits; that which I have received from him, 4 a portion of life eternal.

3. And I obtained three parables, which I declared to the inhabitants of the world.

 

You were named for the book of Joel

The Book of Joel 

Your Watchman

Read ~ To understand, you must read it. In The Book of Joel, you will find answers.

Joel 2:28

“And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions.” NIV

Joel 2:3

“Before them fire devours, behind them a flame blazes. Before them the land is like the garden of Eden, behind them, a desert waste – nothing escapes them.” NIV
Joel 2:32
“And everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved; for on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will be deliverance, as the LORD has said, even among the survivors whom the LORD calls.” NIV
Joel 2:1
“Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy hill. Let all who live in the land tremble, for the day of the LORD is coming. It is close at hand “ NIV
Joel 2:12
“Even now,” declares the LORD, “return to me with all your heart, with fasting and weeping and mourning.” NIV

To continue

The Watchman

The Watchman

Until time passes and you touch to reach me

I will wait, I will be here

As long as God allows time

Here, standing, watching and waiting for your post

Promising to pray without ceasing

That’s what guardians do

So, that is love

The Dream Catchers

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The folklore from The Ojibwe tribe
Who crafted the spiders dreamcatchers
They are “The True People,”
The English called them
Called, “puckered up” for their moccasin shoes.
The French named them “Saultaux.”
“The ones who live by the rapids Of Ste. Marie”
There a Christian missionary stood
Forced them; move westward.
Victors in war
Speared fish with fire by night
Ojibwe replenish the waters, keeping the balance.
From the spider, they spun the catchers of dreams.