Winter Poetry 2016 and included on the bottom half Valentines’ Poems to Self

Time
This bench in spring holds our laughter
This bench in summer scorches with our embraces
Though in fall we agreed to say good bye
That frozen winter alone, I often cried
Once, I was filled with your love
However, seasons come and pass by and by
And time does march on
This bench is a vague memory of that time A ghost. You were there.
And now, your gone

 

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Winter Poetry 2016 By Bonnie Jennings

 

A vision, there, a fairy bright

She bends to touch flowers of lights
Am I dreaming or is this real?
The most beautiful place, is so surreal.
May I stay here, but for awhile?
No, not now, but may visit, my child
How may I come, If there’s no road?
At nighttime, while sleeping, from your abode
We’ll come and escort you when dreaming assured
And let you play amongst Elysium’s flowers and stars

 

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Amidst the lush green of the forest one day
Appeared strange images of invisible spirits moving
I dare say
Hiding from those creatures in a thicket, there pray
Holding a sneeze, as tight as I could
Whilst sitting  in hay
Moving and looking towards me it scanned!
Eyes of lights and a devilish grin
Exploding the sneezed covered the land
And the beings of invisible molecules of lights
Took my arms and we disappeared from this sight

 

Queen Alluilla of Star Magnus Astra

Gave blessings of lights and flowers
She stands aside seeing the subjects
Magical blessings that never, ever cowers

 


 

Darkness was illuminated
by the white drops
of water and flakes
I sat perched
unclothed in my window
For heavens sakes
Just watching
the amber light shine
through the flurried night
Waiting for something
so spectacular
to appear
Within my sight

 

Running towards the lit portal
I can’t be left! Out of breath she yells as she runs
Don’t leave me! Don’t close the door!
Plump plump plump her shoes are catching in mud
The shadows were closing in on her
She could hear The Langoliers behind her
Eating time like pac-man does
Will she make it

Lucifer
Here you are surrounding
As you always do, waiting
For the moments of surrender
Screaming, crying, all alone, you anticipating
The whirlwind of panic circles
Down the funnel like a toilet
Watery feelings, faithless fears
Washing down with mercury tears
And you and Saturn call “it a day”
Before you, back away
Looking at the victims fallen
You leave behind some often crawlin’
No mercy have you?
Promising you’ll return, to do
All the work on wounded soldiers
Slashed by whips of hatred motions
The pitiful grasp a whispered free breath
Crawling face down hidden from death
Those who survive your camp
Steel-toed boots used to “make us champs.”
For Who? May I ask irreverently, dear
Who are you that cause the tear?
Why do you linger like a bully?
A god? Forbid! You are irreverent, truly.
Casting you far away, only moments before
You come to stay, worse and more bizarre
A prisoner caught in your web of terror
Surrendering to the deity of less herald
Waiting for my savior again
Who always comes way past when
The clock struct eleven fifty-nine and thirty secs’
Before he shows up and whips their unholy asses.

The Agent

Once again, she was the bate

Alone in the coal dark dressed for a snake
The candle light cast a soft Amber glow
On her delicate shoulders
bringing the target low
Shaking from her nerves she said, I can’t get use to this
But someone must be the bate and perhaps they’ll miss
Backup is in the shadows of the dark
I must bring the killer into
the timing arch
One attempt I have to allure
Lest my destiny is obscure

 

The Carousel 

Da Da Da Da Da Ta Ta 

Da Da Da Da Da Ta TA
Slowly around we began
I choose the white horse
And Barry the bear with the band
Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta ta ta ta Ta ta ta T ta tata
Up and down the carousal went
Moving faster with each left turn
The snow was falling and freshly sent
The winter cold, and our hands didn’t burn
On our faces catching the wind and snow
We just enjoyed the beautiful lights
And music from the organ bands brilliant show

Winter’s Waltz played with his strings
Father times sits amid the trees
Playing for nature a beautiful tune
Resting in weather preparing for spring

Take a good look, never will
You see this moment ever again
Time like seasons, come to go
To sisters walking, in summer haze
Holding hands, a long time ago

 

Our Setting Sun
  ~ The setting of the sun
in the late days of winter
A shadow of warmth appears
On the grey and cold murky ground
Here we are sitting so apart
Wine glasses different as we are
Like Mars is to Venus
Silence prevails from day to day
And nodding in agreemnet
Or stares when so apart
The conversation has no fabric
There is quietude within our presence
And the setting of the sun
Is different on Venus as on Mars

And, Speaking of Mars
She stood on Mars so desolate and cold
The ground parched from no atmosphere at all
And frozen by night from lack of warmth
She released from her left hand a metallic heart
She blessed the land from further dismay or neglect
Clouds formed dark, dismal and grey in due respect
Releasing love upon a dry land
Releasing dominion in future hands
The black angel of magic came as cupids dam

 

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Valentines Day

A day of love, not for me
It’s a day to mourn
So, I came to the sea
Drops of rain cause ripples to form
Because I was raped under a tree
And now I wish I had never been born
This red rose represents love lost
Starring at it’s crimson petals do cry
The white gown my purity is frost
My father, had he known, that man would die
My emotions like the waves surely tossed
My mother pushes me to marry that swine
“Marry that man, he has money, darling dear.”
She has no idea what she says, she’s so utterly blind
And, daddy looks away, seeming to shed a tear
Sometimes I think I’ve lost my mind.

Take a good look, never will
you see this moment ever again
Time like seasons, come to go
Two sisters walking, in summer haze

The bills, the taxes, the threats from bankers
The swallowing of her pride, the last of herself
She hangs onto why he’s gone
Why did he leave me drowning in this
As surely as the end of my life comes
I will learn and know how to pay my taxes alone.

February 15th Love
Did you say, “I love you?”
Is that what you said?
Please, understand
I’m anxious and dread
Any vows that promise to love me
Or cherish me forevermore
So, forgive my harsh inquisition
My wounds are not yet healed
And, though I’m so flattered
And in total delight that you should care
For right now, I’m trembling
And must renege your promised vow
But, please ask me on Feb 15th
When the whistles and bells silence
Bring me chocolates and flowers
And teach me how you dance
But, on the 14th of February
No whispering of love in my ears
But, come on May the 2nd
When there are no commercials cheers
Just love in mid autumn
When the cold comes to play
Then you will give me your heart
And promise that you’ll stay
©2016 WP

Our Setting Sun 
~ The setting of the sun
in the late days of winter
A shadow of warmth appears
On the grey and cold murky ground
Here we are sitting so apart
One pare of wings flew from our heart
Now our wine is as different, as we are
Like Mars is to Venus
Silence prevails from day to day
And nodding in agreemnet
Or stares when so apart
The conversation has no fabric
There is quietude within our presence
And the setting of the sun
Is different on Venus as on Mars
And one pair of angel’s wings flew to a distant star

 

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Dreaming and entering life because we choose to fight our human battles… Now fight with faith Believe
The White Feature
It’s an antique brass urn
Now the coldest day at noon
And the crystals snowflakes gather
There is a prism in my room
A chill passed, when picking up the urn
And a feather so white floated across a sun ray
Dangling freely it seemed to loom
In my mind, you’re here on this icy cold day
In the silence, there seems a tune
The one you so loved to pray
The feather rested upon my pillow
Is this your sign which came to lay
Are you near me, that’s all that matters?

To leave you forever is unimaginable

The summers spent barefoot and slumbering
Walking over the Lovers Bridge holding hands
The memories forever etched in amber lights
And I shall never leave you
In winter, spring, summer nor fall
Eons of time come and go
But our names echo if you call
And our dream and legacy continues for always and a day

 

About Cursing
when you feel like saying a curse word
it’s best then to say a good word
when you think the world has ended
it’s only just begun
Your changes are meant for better
Even when the sky seems dark
But it’s always best to speak good words
even when your mind feels a fark
Cause your heart changes the bad things
From the fark and dark side of life
and makes your world healthier
and wired on a positive spark

 

UFO overhead
Dreaming and entering life because we choose to fight our human battles… Now fight with faith Believe

 

From A Personal Point of View

Pink is the sky from my front porch

When the sun sets late winter on this eve

Shadows from trees cast upon the wet ground

And the evening shade appears a dull brown scene

Sitting from the deck alone amazingly thankful

Listening to Baroque and lighting a fire for the warmth

Writing verses so inspired by God’s handiwork

Wishing only to share the scene with someone else

And the prayer to the Almighty is respectfully glad

And, I imagine that He stands beside me, as I hum

The verses flow with love given from above

Staying awhile writing is short lived though, I relish

However, moments filled with graceful imaginations

And the ending is met satisfyingly with a sigh

The verse seems freely exaggerated

The words don’t tell the truths

The accents are not even

The poetry lost the youth

Albeit the rhymes are for lovers

In romanticized time

And the pink sky for watchers

For those who see the night

K
©2016 From A Personal Point of View
By Bonnie Jennings
All Rights ReservePhotograph by MOI


 

I awoke dreaming the words. A voice said, get up and write them down. It was 0430.

Awaken from slumber, you sleeping ones

Arise before the morning Sun
Brush the veiled smokescreen before you
Trust not your deceiving sight or ears to understand
Believe from within truths set before you
Look at the eyes of the cat
See the slightest movements of the surroundings
Watch for clues that bare studying
The Moon is staged and not so far
Awaken child from sleeping slumber
Perceive the time before the rooster crows
The hour is a liar, and minutes are left to behold
And you see behind the curtain
Frightening from so many lies
Truth was never perceived correctly
Mankind is far from the thrown
And we are slaves made from a conjure
We came from a bet that fell cast
The child is a way of safety
A bread filled path to the Tree of Life
Take the loaf’s trail and proceed with might
Finding the way, not using your sight
Faith guides your heart
Belief takes you all the way home

 

1954

Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”

He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as he passed by
The antenna helped carry her signal
Pop died the next Saturday night
Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”
He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as he passed by
The antenna helped carry her mad signals
Pop’s died Saturday evening
And Midge ate the caramel delights
And, “Father Knows Best.”
Midge, thoroughly disgusted with her “daddy.”
He made her stay home on a Friday night
Pouting like ‘A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’
Placing curses as Pops made her cry
The antenna helped carry her mad signals
So, Pop’s then died choking,
As Midge drank Turkish Delights
And, “Father Knows Best,” on Friday nights
Where The Boys Are, honking when they drive by
A message to the past

STOP
Stop. Please, listen, I’m watching from so near
Just stop talking and listen to me me dears
Life is too short to argue as you do
Now listen to me children
Your mother still cares immensely for you
A veil that is so thin separates us now
But there is a place you can reach me, by bow
If you’ll only take this time to listen dear child
You can her me whisper
but your soul must be mild
Come a little closer, I will tell you more
Please stop, don’t run out that door
Listen so sensitively to my silent voice
Feel me as I brush the winds
It is entirely your choice
But, please hear me
Listen my children and see
I’m still here

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The soft warmth of a summer breeze passes

A North wind gently blows against my hair
Amber golden memories cover hazy visions
You walking amidst the silky stalks barefooted
Smiling, playing hide and seek, in the recesses of my mind
And if we could love again there playing games as lovers do
Laughing as if no cares exist in the caverns of time
Feeling your flesh and touching your lips
Watching the North wind bend the amber lens behind
Yielding flesh, thus meshing souls in one dimensional bind
Promise eternal flames tightly conjoined
And never meant to be broken
Vowing love for you, forevermore
As our love takes flight invisible, as before.

 

Oh, how she loved The Grey Dappled Stallion
He so proud and adorned with his lovely companion
Both coming alive in romancing novels
A fair maid in red and a Stallion “Aristotle”
Dramatically engaged in erotic sagas

 

Insightful was the maiden girl
Who watched beyond a surreal world
Looking for answers seemed well hidden
By private eyes and demon legends
Until one day, while barefooted in the forest
Alone there she did ponder
Noticing a break in the lining
Stretching forth to touch the crystal chamber
Pounding her palm on the weakness of veils
Shattering the mysteries of the others tales
And, the forest trees and skies disappeared
To a place lest lovely and no care
But, the truth was bare for her to see
And, she covered it from you and me
Walking the forest floor about the shattered glass
Watching the others and their plans for us
Wondering why from whilst we came
She spoke no truths and simply sighed
When the forest population questioned the sky
She kept the secrets as others passed by

 

Remembering Summer and That Old Swing
Memories of childhood under a tree
A swing left vacated by me
The warm wind blows across goldenrod
In a distant voice children laugh
Playing together there under the tree


About Aliens 
In green foliage of the spring woods
I happened upon men as they stood
Seeing through their bodies frightened me
What the devil that I can see
Amidst the lush green of the forest one day
Appeared strange images of invisible spirits moving
I dare say
Hiding from those creatures in a thicket, there pray
Holding a sneeze, as tight as I could
Whilst sitting  in hay
Moving and looking towards me it scanned!
Eyes of lights and a devilish grin
Exploding the sneezed covered the land
And the beings of invisible molecules of lights
Took my arms and we disappeared from this sight

 

Elysium dedicated to my daughter Elysia

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A vision, there, a fairy bright

She bends to touch flowers of lights
Am I dreaming or is this real?
The most beautiful place, is so surreal.
May I stay here, but for awhile?
No, not now, but may visit, my child
How may I come, If there’s no road?
At nighttime, while sleeping, from your abode
We’ll come and escort you when dreaming assured
And let you play amongst Elysium’s flowers and stars

Yours Forever

Forever is unmeasured
Maybe forever plus a day
Forever could be a moment
in just one single rainbow’s ray
Time has many dimensions
Where dreams do seem to whirl
Forever is a promise
That is defined by the surreal
When you say “forever”
My eyes are clever sleuths
Forever is in a conjured imagination
That rarely holds the truth

 

They say I’m insane but you say, “I’m not.”

Little bird, how fearless are your thoughts
Friends have I none
But, you are are my song
Little bird, love you have sung to my heart

 

Her Finishing School spawned her madness

Failing etiquette, Victoria challenged tea time
Failing etiquette, Victoria challenge
Practice walking Victoria, teapot on head!
Now get up! One two three!

 

Isabella Isabella! There is work to do!
There you dream looking out a subway window
Dreams and visions are not limited to the walls of brick
Open your eyes, girl, see beyond the thick
Prison of the cities eternal cement walls
There is greenery and life beyond the city malls
Now dream your way out! 
Pursuit it with your shout!
Now, shut your eyes and believe it o come about

 

Abortion

A blue veil encompassed me when I erased you away
Forever gone from me, I gladly bid you adieu 
But, your haunting memories plagued mi amore 
There! Creeping through the blue veil by day
And tantalizing my night visions I see your face
Certain of your death under the blue veil
This can’t be happening, you’re dead, I do tell!
 
And, here she drifts freely
On cold icy nights in only her gown
A blood stained hand spattered the shroud 
Her baby that lived despite the murderers hands
But, took the mother whose seen drifting down
The road during icy cold winter’s
Towards the assailants’ home of three brothers


Where I’ve walked has left a trail

The path I’ve traveled, I came afar
Left behind a cold desolate life
But where I’m headed only I can tell
In a life are numbered days
Given to man to find a way
Making the trails from the clay
Walking our steps as we may
At the end man hopes his God
Sends angels to greet him with welcoming nods
And the trails walked that look dismal and grey
Are men’s accomplishments rather than ill dismay

 

To My Children

Have I told you that I love you

Do you know this fact my loves
And if time slipped away from our shores
And the Sun’s rays came no more
Would you still know I loved you
Far greater then time barriers ever knew
Passing that of the speed of light
How great is my love for you two

 

The violence in the water challenged the gift of music in my strings

I stood firmly on that peer ready to play the vibrations of my heart
In my right hand, my fiddle, and in my left, my bow
The waters dared me, and my violin was prepared for the show

And what was she thinking
One could not know
She stood on the peer
Looking away from the shore
The mausoleum seems frozen; ghosts reside
The frozen mausoleum; there ghosts reside
 
Haunting, cold, lonely the monastery life

 


He surveyed the horizon for hope
The long unyielding day ended with the cold wind
And the man and his dog were truly best of friends
The night’s arrival brought dark clouds with perhaps a storm
But together they’d make it and be unharmed


Watching so quietly hiding from you
Within the foliage masked from view
My eyes fall at the light, my face disguised
Seeing you there, my soul hypnotized
Wanting, but shan’t go through
Fore you’re away, way out of my queue


There is a red bird that has come to visit me
It rests upon the warm Earth singing of love of Thee
In it’s song a voice that says
Time for rest from all your cares

 


Within the cold air that night the breaths of father Joseph and his infant child Jesus were lingering in the chill. Wrapped in swaddling clothes the infant is also held tight by the arms of his arms wrapped in lambs wool.

The cattle and goats laid near and the manger became toasty warm. The Stars light shown threw the cracks in thatch ceiling
And love permeated the air when God was born.

 

“The sleek cold turquoise forest of ice cycles simply welcomed the tired into it’s beauty. Crawl into the cradle, so cozy and warm, and the wind will sing lullabies to beckon sleep. The babies felt comforted by the hues and the limbs of branches that rocked the infants to the lands of the deepest slumbers. And there they schlafen until the fairy lights sent by the Sun awakened the babes and then another adventure soon promised to begin…” Goodnight World


Time it was

Caught in glance
And a glance was caught
Though in innocence
She saw
Secrets of long ago
It does seem
I know this place, before
She dreamed

 

Cinderella and Karma

Soot on her nose and on her clothes
A princess under the gloom
Sweeping by day and sleeping with a broom
Occupied her, several years and a day
Then one eve after chores completed
Cindy’s thoughts were always fleeting
Except on Sunday when snow fell sleeting
She lingered looking in a mirror scrying
Amazing stood an image of her abiding
Dressed in clothing so fair
With hair done up with care
Her face trimmed with shimmering flair
Her broom became a handsome princess’ groom
And the hearth beheld foods that filled the room
And she danced until the moon’s lights diminished
And Karma knew Cindy was quite unfinished
And the shoes belonged to the princess in soot
And not another minute was spent feeling unloved and unkept
Because Cindy saw the crown Karma promised


 

The Needle and The Thread
One birth

One thread

One eyelet
Two ways
One person
Many chances
Many challenges
Many mendings
One block
One time
One death

 

8PM

The fog rolled down into the valley where the train station sat
Three crosses on the hill rested above where holes in the fog Bared their solitude and dignity of where lives were once present
And no one was around. The track was empty of humans or ghosts
Yet the lights within a cabin expected a passenger for certain
I smoked my last cigarette. I watched the station for movement.
There was none, not even a stray cat or dog. Them the box car door slid open. The stairs came down towards me, like and invitation, just for me. After taking my last drag, I through the butt on the ground and walked to the car. My suitcase rolled behind me. I had no idea where I was going. I trusted for a stupid reason that really doesn’t matter. Simply, I wanted change and the railroad wants to take me. I’m tired of fighting for all the things I want, they want and my employer wants. Damn weary. Anything is better than one more day of exhaustion so I step on the first step. The conductor ghosts yells, “Last call, All aboard!” I get into the car and suddenly my life changes, forever.

Lifting her hands releasing the power

Behind a window for all to see
Come out from behind your shield daughter
Sending the gift and setting it free

The Love of Grandmothers and such

Looking on the bad side the cup was empty, old and tried
The petals of roses dried colorfully whilst resting on its side
An antique china tea saucer and it’s fragile cup lay
Dropped among the wet leaves one cold autumn day
And, there it lain for four seasons, or perhaps even more
Amongst the slimy worms and upon the chilled damp floor
Hidden for a reason, until time had chosen to share
When Molly was a teenager, she discovered the delicate ware
Up she picked it, from the foliage, thus lifting, ever so gently
Dusting off the muddy earth and lifting the leaves intently
From its inner depth fell a key hidden before
And Molly held it to the sunlight examining the signs of yore
“Something is about this,” she thought to herself
Seeking any mysteries about grannies sudden fate
The china cup and saucer soon sparkled with love
And the key she found opened a treasure box with a picture of a dove
And Mollies life changed that day beyond all measure
Her grandmother gave her secrets found within the earthen treasures


Figure me out!

“Yes, I’m pissed.”

Just read between my lines
I’m a woman you understand who ~
Speaks beyond words and uses an expressive brow
Now listen very carefully
No excuses for not comprehending
Now read me very carefully
Your test is in my aching
Figure it out!
The message within my pout
Look at my arms crossed
And my stance so warningly rigid
Figure me out!
I’m a woman in the making.
Read my grey areas
And thanks for your caring

 

Prostitution of The Soul 

Christmas Day and it is warm in San Juan.

Sitting on the stones wishing that I was home.
I moved here away from my family
Partying, booze and hanging out with clientele
I miss my mom, i miss my dad
I want to go home and sleep in my bed.
I’m twenty two now and lived harder than one should
Pretty once, was more then, than, I am, now
Gave up school to experience life
The road I’ve traveled has been rocky and cold
Even on the Caribbean streets of gold.
Getting home my deepest desire
These streets of pleasure are demons of hell
And there is no Christmas down here on the street
But, I followed a man who made a sale
And, I bought Hades believing it was a treat
That any girl would want to play with a male
And, getting home may cost my tail.
But it’s worth getting home again.
It’s just a trick and pocket change
Soon I’ll fly far away from this place
The streets of San Juan aren’t for country girls
Mom I’ll be coming home after Christmas
I promise somehow, mom, I will.

 

When Fairy Princess opened her books

The magic awakened from inside the pages
Butterflies flit about the nooks
An amber light glowed when out stepped sages
Whirling lights dancing to and fro
Golden hair and pink cheeks of youth
The fairy princess caused them to glow
Her dimples, pink lips and missing a tooth
Made the wonder beam even more
Orbs of lights shown so bright
Her mother gave her the gift of lore
The love of Christmas became a glorious sight
From a child of wondrous creation
From a God given for delight
To the parents of all nations
A gift of magic in children so bright

 

February Poems a Valentine to Self

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Embracing me; smothering me.

Your insecurities extinguished my flame

You said, “I love you,” way too many times

But, I’m not sure,

Because, I don’t think you love yourself

~

Venus didn’t bless our love

Tried so hard to force you

Stood upside down on my head

Flipped for you to wed

Became what you wanted, yes?

Though, Jupiter was un-expansive

Because, Saturn ruled instead

Had to walk away

No energies to play

For’ Saturn ruined our day

~

Eros love is lust

If there is phileo love

It will arise

There is no need to force the feeling

In time, if love is missing

Then, we’re dismissed

Hey, let’s not forget to smile

Being free

No condemnation

Agape’s love is

~

I bought myself chocolate today

And a message

In the red floral bouquet

I sent these

To me

The message said,

“I LOVE YOU!”

~

There is one goal that’s unfinished

To conquer fear of loneliness

The fear of incompatibility

The fear of lightening storms

The fear of powerlessness

To conquer my fears

~

Loving someone because of fears

or powerlessness

or for lightening storms

blizzards

hurricanes

apocalypses

Is not loving them

~

I love to see you laugh

When you cry

I cry

I know you are genuine

As you know me too

~

Traveling to a mountain top with you is unimaginable

An ecstasy that I hope for

Because as sure as The Moon appears

I will travel to the dark side

With you

When dying

~

And love is

that I loved me

Sacrificed me

Just for you

Because I loved you as my equal

And raised you a little higher than myself

Because you did the same

For me

~

“Fools Rush In”

Where angels fear to go

Attempting love again

Is beyond any scope that I know;

However,

A life void of tenderness

Is an ocean without a ship

But to be a fool, once more

They’ll be no rushing of this wind

And, this I know, for sure

~

 

 


 

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Thank you

K♣️

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