Heaven was witnessed on her mind
Her light blue eyes glistened the sky
Bravery and courage she had shown
A warrior who overcame adversity
Oh, how she awaited this moment
To return home to her place in heaven
There she would be welcomed home
With arms open and dancers parading
Her name chanted by ancestors of old
Welcome girl! Glad to see you again
Your home, and the war is now over
Reading the feather and how it fell
Saw the signs speaking of a trip afar
Fearing leaving home and the boy again
Fought the visions and the message read
But, she must follow the path before her
Saying goodbye was almost intolerable
“Could I be wrong?” So she asked self
Never before have the readings lied
She packed her bags and bid goodbye
To human desires and set to the sky
Grim it all seemed, Reaper stood
Over the woman in her dreams
Was he real or an illusion
Did the raven caw surreally here
The souls imagination where we travel
Threatening and foreboding the ghost appeared
More than she could bare knowing
Her time and place of death
“But why? I’ve not lived enough.
Please, tell me now?” She bemoaned
The ghoul who stood before her
Begging for mercy and extra time
“I promise,” she promised, “to do,
What’s right, to feed children cold
And alone, and help the widow
And offer my home.” Grim Reaper
Vanished before she awakened, left her
With one impression. To love everything
More than self. And to love
God, before choosing to love oneself.
There must be a way out
Trapped for forty years, still waiting
Won’t someone free me from this
Are you trapped in this abyss
Fr. Francois for whom, you think
The cobblestones fit together, you see
The lamp, in time, cast explanations
And Fr. then you shall know
Then, you shall know my father
Succubus
She had green green sequined eyes
Her lips plumb red as apples
She told them what to do
They held me down, I paralyzed
Licking, spitting, vulgar, suffer yellowed breath
Eyes so compelling you know death
Vicious and hateful words bullying me
They tried their seductions first but ~
I wasn’t participating in devilish games
Reading my mind, acting out hidden
Thoughts so private, and non of
Their business. They laugh like hyenas
In all of their glory. Beautiful
Sides of evil in demonic form
Stealing dignity intentionally because they can
They paralyze minds and your hands
Holding down their nightly sleeping victims
Using their actions to cause dread
Guilt and shame because you enjoyed
Being raped by their suggestions bold
And when they leave the room
Everything is as if they weren’t
And only a figure of a vivid
Imagination, now left raped and dismayed
The raven transformed to the man
Visually beholding an angel or devil
Trusting, the form standing before me
Should I, could I, trust such a devil
As Succubus
The thunder rolls in over head banging
Severe weather warning, hail and tornado
Possibilities of Mother Nature being angered
The power flickers on and off, she thinking
Clasps of symbols with rolling percussions
Rain, rain hitting the pavement and clay
Trees blowing every which away
Brilliant lights above enormous lay
Across the trees lower than clouds
The power unleaded is of no surprise
Tessla love is a flashing bride
And the bird sings during the storm
Victims
Who is not a victim and where does blame end?
Is it not a cycle that perplexes man
Who’s finger points the last
Who’s voices screams of the past
Louder and angrier into the myst
And who hears the cries of the mad
who comforts with arms that fold
Who will hear the court of tears
Who blames the parent for the tears
And generations come and pass
With the index finger pointing at the mass
Of DNA repeating the traits
Of mothers, fathers and the genes
And where shall blame end in a world of the crazed
Pills popping, and wine that flows
Hoping relief finds a soul
And gives mankind heaven with superficial means
Will we find answers before we leave
Isn’t heaven found with past resolutions
forgiving our ancestors for their “sins”
Leaving Earth in one piece
And entering rest where our spirits sleep
eternal in the arms of comfort
Becoming our god in arms he lends us
Offering the suckling of his babes
Resting eternally beyond our graves
Went to the shrink today
He said forget love
Your too wounded to participate
Years to make you heal
I cried a little, but he was right
And realized time is long
~ And it is short
To perfect a broken heart
Years have passed since being small
And shadows played games on the wall
Slept with one eye open all night
A child in bed filled with fright
And what does this mean to the old
And how can God heal a soul
Will it be in one lifetime
I doubt the darkness reflections
Will find light in one life
And that is why God gives us a few
Love of souls He grants pardons
And in forgiveness we allow all others
To be themselves in their pain
He gives us mercy so that we gain
An entrance into a peaceful place
Into heaven for ever in grace
A Cinquain
Quiet
Do you hear songs?
Sophia hums her tunes
Bow in reverence she has come
Listen
A child seeker sought and erroneous assumption
That he read from a tale of Egyptian mummies
And, by night, the child saw beyond what man wondered
Putting two and two together, and at school he slumbered
And the Hieroglyphs and holograms came alive and then his room began to thunder
Some thought the boy was strange and they murmured
And parents felt their child was rudely out numbered
But all that he wanted is to sit and ponder
And view the nightly visions in awe an unencumbered
In my hands, I hold
A tiny creature, God’s gift
Take flight, little bird
Haiku
Purple and Lilac
A magical path observed
The crown of glory
Wine Bread and Brie
Romantic inspiration a god worth knowing
Thinking ahead, he a poet, certain
Brie and bread and wine shared
A wine opener, a block of wood
However, no poetry book to lure
No, the verses, he has memorized
Does he woo all maidens alike
Or am I specially cared for?
Was I only, in his mind?
Has he done this before now?
Oh, never mind, I will enjoy
She a fairy from the Lilies
Dancing demurely on the pads
Singing her songs of happiness
Hiding from the elves
It is very simply a beautiful day
What could be better than florals on display
A white long cotton dress to lay
Amongst the romance written in play
Wearing her straw while daydreaming
Embracing fictitious lovers rolling in the hay
Futility what goes around comes around
The cats killed a bird in the house hence
One cat has been missing since
Found money and spent it in May, then lost my purse the very next day
Said something awful about a “friend.”
They died, found out yesterday
Ate too much food recently
Gained weight thinking I wouldn’t, you see
Drove 5 miles over the speed limit and was issued a speeding ticket; grimaced
White sugar was added to my cookies and I was supposed to use brown and because of my disobedience I won’t wear a cookie crown
I never listened to my parents
My children do the same to me and will the cycle be broken or will lifetime lessons continue until karma is stopped by me
And our circle goes round and round and we blame the devil you see, because pointing a finger at something else is easy to use, than to see
Escaping truths we’re thinking of hiding though everyone can see, is lame and silly and nonproductive
As it continues our tormenting reaping and carries on our endless futilities and halting our desires to run to God
We label it human beings and flawed from the beginning of timer and continue with excuses that it’s my sinful nature,
So much for that attempt to stop thus continues by physics the hands of Karma time
2 sonnets about FIRE written for a contest
FIRE
Fires burn waste and fire burns home
Igniting the ugly and the lovely the same
Roaring flames take lives and leave alone
Extinguishing for earth’s sake though lingers pain
Formerly were lives that mattered
And cats and dogs who once were brothers
And a place that stood not at all battered
Those children and grannies and significant others
But, the death of memories will vaguely play
The visions were given to strengthen souls
And will prevail on that final day
When man and beast enter heaven or Scheol
What matters is that all senses do see
Living through fires, lessons well taught to thee.
BJ
Figuratively there is good and there bad
Intuitively we know there is high paths and low
Rewarding goodness not hatefulness when so sad
Eliminating love, the thief comes to take what you know
And there are consequences for each choice made
Children who wander lives without a mother nor a dad
Destitute families who’s last night never laid
Unless a miracle occurs their lives will be bad
So, in the course of suffering and destitution
Come magnificent family courage and strength
And some how a divine illumination
Causes a peaceful rand caring restitution
And the answers come often Cath end of time
But, looking back, They’re know more blind
BJ
Inspiration
Sight, auditory, feeling, tasting, olfactory, intuition
Scenery, music, velvet, Gumbo, Bergamot, insight
Mountains, Chopin, purple, Creole, candles, foresight
Waves, violins, sensual, cayenne, fire, knowing
Listen, emotions, reverberates, warmth, seeing
Silence, guts, vibes, tingles, fuzzies, yes
Hearing, internal, resonates, spirit, smiles, peace
Blind, deaf, heightened, knowing, fearful, imagines
Writer’s Block
Watching the cat watch a lizard
Resting the mind from empathetic thoughts
Relaxing quietly without caffeine or coffee
Filling self station, watching, noticing, noting
Perhaps the visions will soon impart
And the writer assumes for stance
On a red chair for today
Red Rose
I want to eat you
Wear you
Roll in you
Smell your sweetness
Lie on your pedals
and then ~
Put you where you belong
In my vase….
There you shall fade to Tea Red
And I’ll then press you
In my book
Perhaps this is the moment that I have been created for
Perhaps
Now is the moment I am
Now is the breath I take
Given only one moment to be
The greatest creations I must see
Without a vision a life perishes
Lord give me the best dream
That you have long gifted me
Help me to know it’s you
Not me
The DNA is difficult to hide
Make-up can not hide dark irises
The large elongated folds of skin
Make her mysteriously sought by them
She is a hybrid human woman
She tries to cloak her realities
And only the ones who know
She’s hiding their secrets from men
A crow sat perched just waiting
Waiting for me to come home
Beholding a message incredibly daunting
Serenely sitting watching for careless thoughts
Directing wisdoms of Earths my way
Always there in the worst situations
There to guide the lost this way
I followed the fowl from drowning
From amidst tears of future dismay
Biding life time though a sinner
It’s caws provoked shrills of discomfort
I hated that bird of prey
However, I bid the creature’s due
And, prayed that I be loosed
From the accusations of birds judgment
Shutting my doors from its bothers
Avariciously she wanted to be a poetess
Cryptic colloquial eloquent words possessed
Often elusive eschewed from the theme
Limericks and rhymes avoiding etymology means
She an emissary of exonerated poetry banned
Refused extrication to facilitate an easy read
Hoped the fallowed grounds would lead the thieves
Foolhardily challenged the spies of poetry
Used furtive and feasible ingenious loquacious words
For the myopic poet seeing past opaque platitudes
A potentate poetess unconstrained by rules
Made a prudent decision of quiescent raconteur
The timorous young woman without any means
Observed scant observations of her apparent world
A sense of rectitude despite the rancid rooms
Holding profoundly laud regarding the state of penury
Perhaps, she myopic to any morose situations
A genius idiosyncrasy to others observations
Reading her books extraneous to any interpretations
Choosing eruditions to edify accusing disdains
Definitively making her way, condoning opinions
The cantankerous say.
Escaping reality with ambivalent
Articulate assents by way of academic astute ebullience
Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake moved the skaters
Their footwork perfectly embraced the music
There was no audience to applaud
But, two hearts melted like gold
The dance, the music, their embrace
All together molded into one execution
Likened to two flames on ice
Oh, my Evangeline, what my dear?
What is it you wish Angie?
Are you hiding a secret, yes?
What should you dare to say?
Your eyes seem like deep oceans
The foliage adorns your fragile physique
Oh my child how I love
My sweet darling child Angie, Evangeline
He was a proper dandy and at times pompous; however, she was enthralled by his often winsome enormous balderdash unique physique.
Haiku 5-7-5
Dreaming of flying
Soaring to Elysium
Riding Butterflies
Gentlemans assit
Chivalry is not deadly
His touch is magic
A full Moon tonight
Contemplating on he ledge
Small are we to ask
Oneness to The Earth
The Star, The sky, The Earth are
Congruently; One
Contest
A Witches Spell
Cast upon my lover
Eyes that see as I hover
Think I’m not, watching your lover?
Hair of blond
Lips so pink
You two humans shall drink this drink
And the tides shall take you away
Departed forever in just a day
And nothing can stop the curse I cast
Lest my lover return without that cat
In Elysium
Butterfly taxis transport
All is surreal in heaven
Blissfully gliding
Often, when she had a question
She visited shores, often when beckoned
There quietly sitting inviting his presence
Sat on a dune whispering, James
When time was right and pleasant
James came swinging with a lantern
There the two sat conversing wisdom
Showing her life and mysteries hidden
Sally listened intently to his tales
Honestly delivered as James spoke
Giving all she needed to know
And Sally fell into deep sleep
When she awakened, James had disappeared
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Mimsi Flowers and Notions 
This is great! Kind of how i, well am trying to right. I don’t know, I really believe that women have a more expressive and openness than men do. This is kind of a prophetic spiritual warfare, intercessory warrior of poetic valiance.. love it.. you write some deep great material. Very prophetic words…
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Thank you. I am thrilled by your observations. Thank you
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