Buoyancy by Rumi

I have been studying Urdu poetry most of my life. I never realized that the poetry was called Urdu, but Rumi and Omar Khayyam are 2 of my favorites…

Aahin

Love has taken away my practices
and filled me with poetry.

I tried to keep quietly repeating
No strength but yours, but I couldn’t.

I had to clap and sing.
I used to be respectable, chaste and stable,
but who can stand in this strong wind
and remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That is how I hold your voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire,
quickly reduced to smoke and ash.

I saw you and became that empty.
This emptiness, more beautiful than existence,
it obliterates existence, and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence.

The sky is blue.
The world is a blind man sitting beside the road.

But whoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond the blue and the blind man.

A great soul hides like Muhammad or Jesus
moving through a crowd in a city where no…

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Intuitive Poetry exercise week 2

 

Hello Intuitive Poetry Writers…

How many of you are ‘Outlander’ fans?
I think Diana Gabaldon did a better than tremendous authoring on her Outlander series.

Well, the theme song is haunting and mystical. It is a time traveling story of an English nurse post WWII. She was transported back in time to Scotland 1750’s..

The music and lyrics are perfect for writing intuitively.

The Youtube link is linked below and the lyrics are below the video. The writing assignment is to listen to the music, read the lyrics and then write your own version..

This is inspiring music. Even if,

you’re not an Outlander fanatic, like me…

https://youtu.be/YrusSXEEv1M

The lyrics are as follows:

“Outlander Main Title Theme (Skye Boat Song)”
short version
Written by Bear McCreary Lyrics

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a dais
Over the sea to Skye

Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a dais
Over the sea to Skye

Sound like fun?  🙂 Happy writing…

Bonnie Jennings's photo.
You may participate on the FB group A Poet’s Haven, hosted by Alan Boles.
The link:

Week 2 of Intuitive poetry exercises…

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Good Tuesday to everyone.

Perhaps intuitively, you know where the people have disappeared in this forest located in Germany?

Happy writing gumshoes

 

This began our second week…..

Monday

Week 2 of Bonnie’s intuitive Poetry Writing Exercises

Wow.. I worked Saturday and Sunday and my body aches and my mind is weary… So, forgive me as my endurance for physical exercise is lacking… Enough of my complaints/of and onto the fun…Writing poetry…

Isn’t poetry writing incredibly rewarding? I want so to share what we do for many reasons and I’m certain that you, too. I want to tell someone about the joys of writing, the fabulous release from doing so, and the feelings of accomplishment when we create anything … The writing is us… It comes from our souls and our spirits. It could possibly follow us past death. Our grandchildren children may read what their ancestors wrote and that ancestor might be you and I…

Poetry and lyrics have told history lessons from many pasts. Folk songs are an example of tunes that will go down in history. I remember listening to Joan Baez sing “I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me …. etc” Joan told a history lesson about human rights that I didn’t understand at 9, but the song stayed with me and later on in life, I understood her lyrics and the reason that she sand about Joe Hill…

So, we too want to leave our descendants with a part of us that speaks how we felt about life, religions, our views on love and so much more…

The reason that we practiced writing without the sense of hearing of deafness was to stretch our abilities to sense the world. We will begin to think and feel like a deaf or blind person. It is not an easy task.

This week Alan and I will post new intuitive photographs and images. You may continue to feel through the image in a different point of understanding, and not our own… Perhaps you will be blind, or perhaps from the point of view of a family member who is disabled. You will wear their shoes, instead of your own.

The lesson is to take any of your past poems, maybe from last week or another, and make that poem better. It will be necessary for you to use a Thesaurus.. My suggestion is, if you’ve not used the Thesaurus, is to highlight the first and last word of each sentence and choose a more descriptive word.

Consider your poem being read by someone. What tone of voice would it be spoken? Would it be in a dialect other than your own?

Is there another and better way to express your poem?

Rule 1 of editing … BIG RULE… don’t get overly attached to the phrases that you have created. They are subject to change for the best and will be discarded..

Rule 2… It can always be improved.

Rule 3… Try to stay in one tense.. Hard for me…Really hard.

If I were to have and image of a raindrop or rainfall many would write about tears. Why? Because, water is emotion and often rain and water brings out the past and sadness.

If I were to post an image of winning the lottery, then many would become anxious, stop, and halt, thus being unable to write about winning, because it creates anxieties of the future. Think about this. Are we conditioned to believe winning is a sin, or unattainable? Does it create a lack of self worth? Does our writing take on that anxiety and do we stop writing because we feel … ? You fill in the blanks…Anxiety can stop the writing process… Fear of the future…

If I took that raindrop in the previous example, how could you write about it in the here and now? Now, take a blindfold or invasion it on your eyes… See that raindrop now, in the moment, tell me what you see and feel. Do not write about the past using emotion, and don’t write about the future in anxiety, but write about that drop, in the now.

What can you write about that 1 drop of water?

Well, how about the weight, the size, the color, the illumination, the transparency, and what do you see? Look inside it as if it were a glass globe. Can you see the future, can you see your contentment, or dissatisfaction? Can you say, I am … in the present, I feel no sadness, or anxiety, I, like the drop, am one, and we, are in the now for this moment? And, for right now, all is good, and as it should be… Can you become one with the person, place or thing which is the object of your writing? I ask again… Can you become one with it’s vibrations, it’s color, its beauty, its place in our environment and it’s purpose…? Water fills all living things doesn’t it? What can that 1 drop do for 1 moment in the now…?

This is where your breathing exercises from day 1, help with writing in the present tense…

As I said a few paragraphs ago, our exercise is to take 1 or 2 poems this week that you have previously written and improve on them… Share them on the threads. If you post them separately with an image, then make a reference to the fact that you are improving on them and want to share…

Ultimately, at the end of the intuitive lessons, my wish is that we would find a poetry contest that is unfamiliar territory and enter our new revised work.

So, this is week 2… and it will be more reflective. It will be more intuitive as when you edit your work, you are going to sense what needs to change and you will have better clarity…

Once again I thank Alan for allowing me to facilitate this group, and I want to thank all of you for supporting me, and thank you for going on the journey with me… i am learning, as well…

The poem that I will revise is “Manifesting Sophia.” This is the initial poem 2014

 

Standing next to The Rivers of Babylon we prayed.

I told you to whisper, Sophia, and there on the banks edge,

She will breathe.

In your loneliness, you will cry,

In solitude, you shall find her.

Standing, by the fresh spring waters,

Her voice, will arise new,

Believe, child. 

Unless you know, she won’t come.

She cannot sojourn the dead,

Not, without your certain, hope. 

Only, in the voice filled with life,

Shall she manifest.

The lifeless carry no spirit. 

The initiator needs the spark.

Speak, and Sophia will sing.

Listen, and her song, you will hear.

Smile when you know.

She came because you asked. 

The link on WordPress is:

https://wordpress.com/stats/day/bonniegjennings.wordpress.com

FB link

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

I’ve entered it in contest and I had thought that my poem was deep and smoothly enjoyable.

I found out that the majority of people didn’t understand the poem and were way away from the meaning and content.

Sophia is a shared meaning for The Holy Spirit and is also thought of as Wisdom of God… She is feminine and all-knowing. She moves like the wind and is silent…

 

Revised poem: 2016

Manifesting Sophia

Anchored to the sands of The River of Babylon, I implored 

There on the river banks, she whispered her name, Sophia 

“Summon her. She will breathe.”

In your loneliness, when you cry, hear.

In solitude, listen, sense Sophia, you will know her.

Tinkling of fresh spring waters speaks of her

In the golden of butterfly wings her glory is witnessed 

Her voice is an aria of vibrational beautiful moments 

She will arise in your beliefs 

Believe child. 

She visits not the naysayers 

She can not sojourn the dead. 

The lifeless carry no spirit 

A child shall observer her silhouette. 

A waif has hopes.

The sparks of fidelity are ignition.

Speak, Sophia will sing

Laugh, she came because you asked 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

 

And this next group is my collection of writing with this awesome group on FB last week..

A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

 

Forecast of storms this afternoon

From my porch, the grayness hung

There seemed a voice inside me

Calling me. Yearning. me, to come

Normally, i’d never have ventured

But, the summons, urgent, demanding

Strides mad towards the beach, flying

Watched the sky, absolutely foreboding

Was it the beauty, the urges wanted to see

So, watching from the pier, so silent

But, the air was electric and defiant

Feeling the forces drawing sides

The wind from the South stanced

As the wind from the North danced

And around their winds blew wildly

I watched their war, an atmospheric battle

Until the time came to go

A typhoon swept sand to and fro

Hiding my face, leaving so

The battle of the air

Continues so


 

Purple passions, lustful lilacs and moonbeams

A haunting forest she sings to the Moon dreams

A lyre in hand, her voice like nightingales chants

Enters the forest of you’ll never return to dance

Alone, amongst her fantasies


Of elves and fairies and cats that sneeze

And should a prince enter her woods

A test he’ll endure to prove, he a king

And perhaps she’ll love, if he can sing


A July Afternoon

A cool breeze passes, through the window

The curtain sways, as if, I am visited

The hairs on my arms arise

The are no sounds anywhere, no surprise

A deathly humid heaviness came through

I know, I feel it ~ It’s lingering on my bed

It sat down. the covers slightly move,

In the heat, the chill, made its presence swoon

For what reason, I don’t know, but it’s not living

And, moments later, with a sucking vacuum

The chill left, with the curtain following from room

And that was one hot sultry July afternoon


 

Hell

Hellish wood, previously burned.

The smell of soot and damp mold and clay

The floors of this dungeon of ill dismay

And time passed, no daily knotts etched

Alone in a cell, no roomates, no one to tell

How long has it been? Oh God, forlorn

Have I existed, my life of dread

Laying upon the cold clay floor

Rats, bugs, lice and hell, there’s more

For what reason, do I continue?

God of Heaven, surely you remember

I who had a life, once ago

Was there a lesson, I forgot to know

I can’t remember, my beard is silver

I had a wife and little children

Should you fetch me and slice my head

And serve it to the swine before bed

T’would be better than this lonesome life

The pigs at least would thank my flesh

And God please humbly I ask again

Take me away, I’ve paid for my sins

~ What? What’s that I hear?

Boots or shoes or clanging chains?

It is the hangman, I do think

Shining his light for my soul to take

But, goodbye cell, burned soot and mold.

I’m leaving hell this eve, I won’t be sold…


 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved..

Ceremony Update: Eve of the Seed/KAN Trecena

I love this blog… 🙂

Jaguar Spirit

Summer Ceremonies: The Doctorings

minisa-gardeningFrom “Spirit Talk – a Book of Days” by Minisa Crumbo Halsey

Since many, or most, of us do not live in close proximity to adepts and holy people that can and do facilitate community ceremonies, that appropriate action is, in the end, essentially personal. So what matters is bringing the fullness of our minds, hearts, bodies, and spirits forward to say yes once more to life. Herein and from this point on, we are offered the opportunity for which we were born, that of recognizing ourselves as our own holy people. Aho!

Take up the staff of authority and don the mantle of leadership, and if you will, emerge and embark upon finding, forging, and designing a Way that is unique to your personal attributes and needs. These are the new Ways coming forward for the new days . . . and we are the…

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The Intuitive Poetry Exercise Week 2

 

Revising our poetry

 

Manifesting Sophia is the poem, I will revise, for The Intuitive Poetry Group found on FB at A Poet’s Haven.

My poem was written in 2014 and is called “Manifesting Sophia.” It is a Gnostic Christian poem… It is about manifestation and The Holy Sophia’s movements. She comes through our petitions and in this poem I am summoning her as I’m in need of her presence.

 

Manifesting Sophia 2016 Revision

Anchored to the sands of The River of Babylon, I implored 

There on the river banks, she whispered her name, Sophia 

“Summon her. She will breathe.”

In your loneliness, when you cry, hear.

In solitude, listen, sense Sophia, you will know her.

Tinkling of fresh spring waters speaks of her

In the golden of butterfly wings her glory is witnessed 

Her voice is an aria of vibrational beautiful moments 

She will arise in your beliefs 

Believe child. 

She visits not the naysayers 

She can not sojourn the dead. 

The lifeless carry no spirit 

A child shall observe her silhouette. 

A waif has hopes.

The sparks of fidelity are Sophia’s ignition.

Speak, Sophia will sing

Laugh, she came because you asked 

 

K♣️

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

 

Manifesting Sophia 2014 
Standing next to The Rivers of Babylon we prayed.
I told you to whisper, Sophia, and there on the banks edge,
She will breathe.
In your loneliness, you will cry,
In solitude, you shall find her.
Standing, by the fresh spring waters,
Her voice, will arise new,
Believe, child.
Unless you know, she won’t come.
She cannot sojourn the dead,
Not, without your certain, hope.
Only, in the voice filled with life,
Shall she manifest.
The lifeless carry no spirit.
The initiator needs the spark.
Speak, and Sophia will sing.
Listen, and her song, you will hear.
Smile when you know.
She came because you asked. 

©2014 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

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Link on FB: The Poet’s Haven

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

The link on WordPress is:
https://wordpress.com/sta…/day/bonniegjennings.wordpress.com

I’ve entered it in contest and I had thought that my poem was deep and smoothly enjoyable.

I found out that the majority of people didn’t understand the poem and were way away from the meaning and content.

Sophia is a shared meaning for The Holy Spirit and is also thought of as Wisdom of God… She is feminine and all-knowing. She moves like the wind and is silent…


Intuitive Poetry exercises week 2

Week 2 of Bonnie’s intuitive Poetry Writing Exercises

Looking Deep 

Wow.. I worked Saturday and Sunday and my body aches and my mind is weary… So, forgive me as my endurance for physical exercise is lacking… Enough of my complaints/of and onto the fun…Writing poetry…


Forgive my typos as my eyes are crossed after this weekend… LOL… I will edit it tomorrow…


Isn’t poetry writing incredibly rewarding? I want so to share what we do for many reasons and I’m certain that you, do too. I want to tell someone about the joys of writing, the fabulous release from doing so, and the feelings of accomplishment when we create anything … The writing is us… It comes from our souls and our spirits.


It could possibly follow us past death. Our grandchildren’s children may read what their ancestors wrote and that ancestor might be you and I…
Poetry and lyrics have told history lessons from many pasts. Folk songs are an example of tunes that will go down in history. I remember listening to Joan Baez sing “I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me …. etc” Joan told a history lesson about human rights that I didn’t understand at 9, but the song stayed with me and later on in life, I understood her lyrics and the reason that she sang about “Joe Hill.”


So, we too want to leave our descendants with a part of us that speaks how we felt about life, religions, our views on love and so much more…


The reason that we practiced writing without the sense of hearing of deafness last week was to stretch our abilities to sense the world. We will begin to think and feel like a deaf or blind person. It is not an easy task.
This week Alan and I will post new intuitive photographs and images. You may continue to feel through the image in a different point of understanding, and not our own… Perhaps you will be blind, or perhaps from the point of view of a family member who is disabled. You will wear their shoes, instead of your own.


The lesson is to take any of your past poems, maybe from last week or another, and make that poem better. It will be necessary for you to use a Thesaurus.. My suggestion is, if you’ve not used the Thesaurus, is to highlight the first and last word of each sentence and choose a more descriptive word.


Consider your poem being read by someone. What tone of voice would it be spoken? Would it be in a dialect other than your own?
Is there another and better way to express your poem?


 

Rule 1 of editing … BIG Huge Gigantic RULE… don’t get overly attached to the phrases that you have created. They are subject to change for the best and will be discarded.. Yep. It’s like hoarding words. We get possessive with our phrases.

Rule 2… It can always be improved.

Rule 3… Try to stay in one tense.. Hard for me…Really hard.

If I were to have and image of a raindrop or rainfall many would write about tears. Why? Because, water is emotion and often rain and water brings out the past and sadness.
If I were to post an image of winning the lottery, then many would become anxious, stop, and halt, thus being unable to write about winning, because it creates anxieties of the future. Think about this. Are we conditioned to believe winning is a sin, or unattainable? Does it create a lack of self worth? Does our writing take on that anxiety and do we stop writing because we feel … ? You fill in the blanks…Anxiety can stop the writing process… Fear of the future…


If I took that raindrop in the previous example, how could you write about it in the here and now? Now, take a blindfold or invasion it on your eyes… See that raindrop now, in the moment, tell me what you see and feel. Do not write about the past using emotion, and don’t write about the future in anxiety, but write about that drop, in the now.
What can you write about that 1 drop of water?


Well, how about the weight, the size, the color, the illumination, the transparency, and what do you see? Look inside it as if it were a glass globe. Can you see the future, can you see your contentment, or dissatisfaction? Can you say, I am … in the present, I feel no sadness, or anxiety, I, like the drop, am one, and we, are in the now for this moment? And, for right now, all is good, and as it should be… Can you become one with the person, place or thing which is the object of your writing? I ask again… Can you become one with it’s vibrations, it’s color, its beauty, its place in our environment and it’s purpose…? Water fills all living things doesn’t it? What can that 1 drop do for 1 moment in the now…?
This is where your breathing exercises from day 1, help with writing in the present tense…
As I said, a few paragraphs ago, our exercise is to take 1 or 2 poems this week that you have previously written and improve on them… Share them on the threads. If you post them separately with an image, then make a reference to the fact that you are improving on them and want to share…


 

Ultimately, at the end of the intuitive lessons, my wish is that we would find a poetry contest that is unfamiliar territory and enter our new revised work.
So, this is week 2… and it will be more reflective. It will be more intuitive as when you edit your work, you are going to sense what needs to change and you will have better clarity…
Once again I thank Alan Boles at The Poets Haven on FB for allowing me to facilitate this group, and I want to thank all of you for supporting me, and thank you for going on the journey with me…
I am learning, as well… you are welcome join us at The Poets Haven.
Photo by me

 



 

The poem, I will revise, for the Intuitive Poetry Group. My poem was written in 2014 and is called “Manifesting Sophia.” It is a Gnostic Christian poem… It is about manifestation and The Holy Sophia’s movements. She comes through our petitions and in this poem I am summoning her as I’m in need of her presence.

Manifesting Sophia 
Standing next to The Rivers of Babylon we prayed.
I told you to whisper, Sophia, and there on the banks edge,
She will breathe.
In your loneliness, you will cry,
In solitude, you shall find her.
Standing, by the fresh spring waters,
Her voice, will arise new,
Believe, child.
Unless you know, she won’t come.
She cannot sojourn the dead,
Not, without your certain, hope.
Only, in the voice filled with life,
Shall she manifest.
The lifeless carry no spirit.
The initiator needs the spark.
Speak, and Sophia will sing.
Listen, and her song, you will hear.
Smile when you know.
She came because you asked.


Link on FB: The Poet’s Haven

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

The link on WordPress is:
https://wordpress.com/sta…/day/bonniegjennings.wordpress.com

I’ve entered it in contest and I had thought that my poem was deep and smoothly enjoyable.

I found out that the majority of people didn’t understand the poem and were way away from the meaning and content.

Sophia is a shared meaning for The Holy Spirit and is also thought of as Wisdom of God… She is feminine and all-knowing. She moves like the wind and is silent…


Well, it’s Friday and We’ve been Experimenting With Writing Intuitively Poetry by Using “Deafness.”

 

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Well, it’s Friday and we’ve been experimenting with writing intuitive poetry by using “deafness.” I chose a missing sense so that your intuitive see would compensate for your hearing loss. And, actually, for those of us who are deaf, have compensated in different ways. It’s a natural phenomena or occurrence that just has to occur. The body adjusts to the loss of a limb, eyesight, or whatever lacks… It may not be ever “normal” like we judge is normal, but it rearranges the senses.

The Poetry group to submit writing is on FB… I wish you submit to me on WP. but if you are interested, The site is called A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles who has graciously allowed me to facilitate this lesson. The link is:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

This weekend, I will be at work both days. So, while I’m at work, please take a look at your poems using the door images. Use your Thesaurus. Try several words that will enhance your poem and take it a level higher.

This is an example:

“The.” Highlight the word then open your Thesaurus on the word. Read other possible choices for your first word “the.”

Mine doesn’t have a Thesaurus interpretation of “The.”

But, it does give other suggestions.

“Old English (Northumbrian and North Mercian dialects) thē; related to Dutch de, dat, and German der, die, das .”

You can enhance your poem by using another language. Use another voice or tone…

For an alluring hook or a description that captures your reading audience from the first sentence. Choose to research the heritage or voice of the poem that you’ve chosen to tell it.

Pretend that it is publicly being read aloud. Who is reading it? What dialect or accent is being spoken? Perhaps it’s Gaelic,  Italian, Persian, or French, or etc …

Find the substitution for the word “the” in the language or voice that you’ve written it in…  If it’s haunting, use Old English, or Romanian. Even if it is written in modern language, find the word that is a substitution in a modern or slang equivalent.

Try not to use the word “the,” but once in your poem.

Are you seeing what I’m explaining? You can step your poem up with the changing of your words… In this exercise, we will just use First and last word… if you’ve learned this before, perhaps, you will help those in this exercise by explaining what you’ve learned…

Take away 1 of the 5 senses and add the 6th sense

Starting with the relaxation found on the first lesson take yourself to a quiet safe place.

The goal is to get your poem at a place that you are now ready to submit it to a contest..Some of the images used, all found on Pinterest are these.

 

Fridays Exercise on Intuitive Poetry Writing.

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Fridays Exercise on Intuitive Poetry Writing.

Today, for The Intuitive Poetry Writing lesson, we will use this door…  The exercises are written on a FB page for poets. I wish that i cold link my WP page to my FB pages.

 

The FB page is hosted by Alan Boles. It is called A Poet’s Haven.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/313544755508623/

 

While writing the poem, please use your 6th sense, remember you are deaf, as you come to the door. You perceive the world differently now. The 6th sense compensates for your hearing loss… You now feel, see and explore the world much differently.

You may refer back to lesson 1 for the relaxation exercise…
The link is on WordPress, plus the other lessons if you want to join into the group.

 

 

Thank you all, it’s been a great week one..

Next week we will begin our corrections and also use new avenues to our intuitive world..

Bojenn

K♣️

Intuitive Poetry Exercises…

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Image from Pinterest

 

 

This is another picture added to several for the Intuitive Poetry exercise on A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles… Free to join. We welcome you. All positive there, we are supportive to all poets.

 

Please see the first lesson and tap on the link to follow along.

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry

 

 

Another Thursday Intuitive Poem Exercise

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This is another picture added to several for the Intuitive Poetry exercise on A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles… Free to join. We welcome you. All positive there, we are supportive to all poets.

 

Please see the first lesson and tap on the link to follow along.

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry/

 

Captive on their spacecraft

Total silence, left to, what?

It’s an odd place

I’d not witnessed before

Human facilities

For those before?

But what will happen?

Oh God! Are you here?

Can you hear me?

In this place of terror

Abducted, for what?

Am I a bait?

Dear God hear me!

What is my fate?

I haven’t believed

For this I repent

But, I need you now

L’est on a dinner plate

Dear God, I’m forsaken

Somewhere in space

In a cobweb trapped

Help me! For God’s sake!

I will believe, I promise

Please, get me home soon

Let me just awake

Oh, this is a bad dream

Yes, that’s where I’m at

Now, I’ll tell it to take me home

And that will be that

See, I don’t need a God ~

I can do it myself!

Then ~ The door opens

Dear God, I am their steak

 

 

K♣️

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Intuitive poetry Lesson, Thursday

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Picture found on Pinterest

 

Good day or evening everyone…

 

There were 3 images loaded onto A Poets Haven on FB hosted by Alan Boles, last night. The three images are being used to write intuitively. That is, writing this weeks poems, as if, you are deaf, and your intuitive sense must compensate. On Monday’s exercise also found on my blog “Day 1 of Writing Poetry Intuitively, I posted a relaxation method and a few YouTube relaxation videos for writers…

I will provide the link below.

 

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry/

 

From the link above, the other lessons can be followed by following the arrows at the bottom of each day or exercise…

 

This poem is my ideas on this image… Next week, we will work on all of our poems… Perfecting them by using a Thesaurus and dictionaries…

 

My poem:

Here I stand at the bottom of creepy stairs

A place, I’ve not known, nor cared

I must beware

Utter silence, to that door

The door that is open

I must explore

Not because, I want

But, it’s the dare

The dank moldy hall

With spiders galore

My shoes are covered

With dirt and spores                                                                                         

I go; despite bewares

My right hand grasps

The frame, the entrance

My heart is faint

The door is scary


 

Part 2.

Entering The Room

And ~ so here I go

Anxious, and dreading

What is behind

And, I’m not hearing

Feeling my way

Using my heart

Stirring emotions

Right from the start

But, nevertheless

I proceed

My heart pounding

Shaking knees

The door ~

I slowly open

Wobbling on a hinge

I stepping forward

With eyes closed

My head moves 

Around the frame

And to my surprise

It was nothing; I feared

But an old woman

Sitting under her clock

Rocking gently 

Amber lights

Up; she looked

At my face

She smiled 

“Come in.”

So, I entered

Not the same

Her warm smile

Welcomed, me in

K♣️

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

 

Hey thanks for joining us… Have a great week..

 

That you Alan Boles for allowing me to facilities this class…

 

 

Do You Believe The News

 

Your Watchman

 

Do you believe the news, any news?

Do you think they tell the truth?

What do you think, it’s edited?

Who sits in the big room?

 

What about these presidential candidates,

Do you breath in their convoluted bantering?

Do you think perhaps there’s more?

Please, look behind the pandering

 

The swarms of little fish flurry wildly

All uttering fish talk at once

But, trust me there is a whale

Lingering stealthy behind their chants

 

And, I don’t believe their chatter

I don’t believe their slants

I’m searching for the whale

That’s hiding behind their rants

 

 

K♣️

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

 

The Seekers
Knowledge ~ Perhaps it is the tree of evil. What if man chose naiveté instead of watching and seeking? Perhaps, both virtues are deadly.

 

 

 

Intuitive Poetry Writing exercises day 2. See day 1 for instructions

 

Intuitive Poetry On The Poet’s Haven in FB, hosted by Alan Boles. by Bonnie Jennings.
Please join us as we continue to learn different forms of Poetry. It is free to join and participate.

 

Please remember, when writing your poetry, imagine that you are deaf. Allow your intuition to compensate.

 

Please visit my link here for instructions and facilitation of the exercise.

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry/

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My poem for the second image:

Oh, so quivering from absolute delight
Here I stand at a turquoise entry sight (or site, remember I’m deaf, so I see)
So quickly opening the doors threshold
Expecting the best and being so bold
I hear no sounds, and no one is there
I look around for clues, all things are rare
Libraries of books, and ancient globes
Lights of candles, And smoke from a stove
Food on the table, and a table set for one
I guess, I’m alone, saddened there are none
But me, behind the turquoise door.
K♣️
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Intuitive Poetry Exercise Day 3

This is actually picture or image 4…  You will find this exercise posted on A Poet’s Haven on FB hosted by Alan Boles. It is free to join.

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Please visit Intuitive Poetry by Bonnie for instructions on how to write intuitive poetry.

You will find it by going to the archives June 2016 and it will be there and posted a few days ago or you can scroll to the bottom of this page and follow the arrows toward the exercises.

Or the link: The easy way to the instructions…:-)

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry/

 

This is my example for today’s exercise… Keep in mind that during the exercises the writer is to imagine that the sense of hearing, or deafness is missing. This is intuition. You must write missing hearing, and use the 6th sense to create.

 

My poem for today:

 

Last night, while dreaming
Was walking on cobblestone
Hurting feet from being bare
I came upon this brown wood door
The faces within the wooden notches
They spoke so boldly and vividly, at me
The number 9 caught my attention
Pondering its essence, there twas a message
Taking a step back, off the dirty stones
Shuttering at the possibly thoughts unknown
Numerically the symbol 9, began shinning
Tis an ominous sign to a begging mortal
Death or rebirth?
I muttered to myself
Perhaps, it won’t be so bad?
To a poor deaf girl, as I
Decidedly, choosing to pass
Through the heavy doors
Took a breath, perhaps my last
Turned the doorknob, and stood aghast
I proceeded to step inside.
K♣️
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
(To be continued)
This image was borrowed from Free Stock Images on Google…  It is not mine and if I new the photographer would always give credit where it is due…  Thank you photographer or artist…

 

 

Thank you for reading and participation

 

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Intuitive Poetry Writing exercises day 2. See day 1 for instructions 


Good Morning or evening.

This is Intuitive Poetry Writing exercise day 2. See day 1 for instructions dated 6/20/16. Also, to participate in this exercise yo will need to be on FB and sign into a poetry group hosted by Alan Boles called A Poet’s Haven.

 

The link to Day 1 with relaxation techniques suggested.

https://bonniegjennings.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/bojenns-excersises-on-writing-intuitive-poetry/

 

Doors are interesting, do you agree? For example, doors open or close and their functions and their form and colors represent something to our psyches. They symbolize something. Colors also symbolize our vibrational levels.

 

 

On Monday morning, we started Intuitive Poetry Writing by using a red door. Red, as you probably know, is hot, fiery, passionate, can be murderous as often depicted in horror movies. It is also passionate.

 

 

Yesterday afternoon, Alan posted a turquoise door. This color is calm. It is the lowest color on the vibrational wheel. My car is turquoise, my home inside is turquoise. Why? Because it’s calming.

 

 

Today, Tuesday,  I’m using a forest door in amber.

 

 

In this exercise please refer back to my post on A Poets Haven about midnight Monday morning CST to read the examples and the lesson facilitation. It’s rather lengthy, but it includes a relaxation and instructions on writing intuitively. it is on WordPress dated yesterday. At the bottom of this page, there should be an arrow, one way or the other, taking you to the post.

 

 

Thanks for participating.

 

 

You may send a personal message if you need to for clarification. I will be tied up hauling dirt ( lol ) today and will get back to you.

 

Have a great adventure.

 

For you are the makers of your dreams. Without visions and dreams, Gods people parish.

 

In order to participate you will need to join A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles on FB. There’s no charge It is free on FB…

 

 

Happy Writing 

K♣️

 

My poem submission:

 

Down the stairs, so I went
Reluctant of the walk of descent
A of long hall of trees, proceeding to pass
In the distance a door of light amber sat
Walking seemed like forever to me
The amber door grew in the distance, I see
Quiet were the sounds from the forest
I observed a hare eating the wild tarots
Red birds flew from limb to limb
Snowflakes glimmered, this I noticed
Taking time to see their formation
Because that door was so far away
For this reason, I proceeded
Taking advantage of winter’s magic
Until I stand exhausted, at that door
I will enjoy the forest treetops and it’s floors
And, all the wonder of loneliness, along my way
I ask God to continually lead my day

K♣️

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

 

 

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Bojenn’s excersises on writing Intuitive Poetry

I am facilitating an instruction on a FB page called A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boles.  To participate you will need to join the group. This is my explanation for the exercise. Please feel free to join in.

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Bonnie’s Intuitive Poetry and exercise
A months trial will be experimented with and then see how it goes for everyone.
This group is for all, not just the intuitive, per se… We are all intuitive to some degree. We count on it to live safely, day by day, whether you know this or not. Some people depend on intuition more than others.

Especially if they have lost 1 of the 5 senses. The blind, the deaf, those who no longer feel must compensate for their loss. They learn to depend on their inner voice or consciousness for added protection. Those who have lost feeling must be careful not to burn themselves. So, they now look for clues that water is too hot to bath in. A blind person’s hearing maybe keen like a dog’s. Deaf people will see things better and if their eyesight is poor, the intuition compensates to trusting the gut instinct.
We communicate with our animals. Can we communicate with plants? My son seems to have this ability. Plants thrive under his care. He instinctively knows their needs.
This exercise is learning or becoming aware of your 6th sense and then using it to write.

This is an example of Edgar Allen Poe’s: The Raven 

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, 

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— 

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, 

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— 

            Only this and nothing more.” 

What was he, Poe, sensing? What does he know? Is he just paranoid? Or does he know something?

What about when you dream? Have you ever had a dream that came true or told you something that your ego or soul was unaware? Have you ever walked into to a church/temple and felt something spiritual that you could swear was God or a message from beyond? Have you ever experienced premonitions?

To begin writing Intuitive Poetry, a quiet place must be achieved. You will use either walking down steps one by one before you begin to clear your mind of the noise and chatter of every day noise. It is important to begin to learn how to do this. Why? Why do we clear the mind? The best answer is, one can write when they feel depressed, yes, but did you know depression is living in the past? So, in intuitive poetry, we want to be in the present. If one has anxiety, then they live in the future. They worry about all the “what if’s.” So, intuitive poetry needs to be in the now. It can tell the future, and it can draw on old sad emotions of depression, but it is what you sense now.

There are numerous meditation videos on YouTube and other places. If you do not understand this exercise, then explore the internet. Some of you will use meditations from your belief systems and that is fine…
Remember we all are at different places in our understanding of finding peace. Once we find a peace, or partial peace then we will write our poems.

Here are some links and I must admit, I’ve not listened to any of them, but there are several places. I personally have a collection of purchased meditations from The Monroe Institute that I use and they are costly and work just about the same as free online meditations.
https://youtu.be/CPrk4_JFA90
https://youtu.be/hwYnI2jsDBE
https://youtu.be/225sbk3K8EY

This is a Christian meditation for those of you who are leery or wary of meditation
https://youtu.be/_dEZzAg-puA

If you find a mediation video that will help with writing, please share with all of us in this thread.

We are going to concentrate on one poem and possibly two. However, you may write as many as you like. But, we will narrow it down to your best one or two. Each week, we will go back to that poem or poems and seek to make it better and better. Each week we will collectively examine our work and each others to see where we are, where we were and where the possibilities take us each week.

On Monday, I will write the exercise in relaxation which is basic, but since you will not hear my voice, then you will be asked to close your eyes after becoming familiar with reading the exercise of going down, down, down the stairs. The desending on the steps is an exercise in quieting the mind and going down down down until we reach a restful place. This is not hypnosis, but is restful. At anytime, you can bring yourself up, up, up and ascend to the now.

When we go down the stairs, we will descend only 10 steps the first week and then each week take it down adding 5 more steps.

The first week you will imagine yourself to be lacking in auditory or hearing abilities so your world will be ~ deaf, soundless. You may choose blindness if you so like. And, intuitively will sense the world surrounding you. How do you know your new world? How do you understand knowing where to move, or knowing someone is in your home unexpected, or perhaps a fire, or whatever you imagine.

So, until Monday, this is an idea of what will be served to you…
I ask that in this group we talk and support each other in a positive manner.
Lastly, this is an exercise in poetry. Saying this we understand that poetry is emotional and is an excellent avenue of expression. However, it is not a substitute for mental health care or a doctor. Going “deep” could cause someone to cry, or laugh or feel something unexperienced. So always seek help if needed.

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Monday 

Good Day or evening. Thank you for your interest in writing intuitively. I hope to have some of you join into the fun.

And, now, here it is…The exercise.

Intuitive abilities are not as difficult as some of you might be thinking. Intuition is an everyday process. Some people are very aware or this phenomena and others are not. Writers are intuitive.

This exercise is meant to strengthen the intuitive process that is within you.
I put a door on the post. On the first exercise, this red door, will be used in the imagery of the relaxation process. When you arrive at the threshold, after descending the stairway, you will be asked to stand at the door. Before reaching for the doorknob and opening it, I want you to see, in your imagination and think about what is behind that door. Is it beautiful? Is it ominous? is it magical? You are the creator of the scenes to be played out behind the door of your poem.

You may write any style of poem you choose. Please, keep it under 20 lines. You may write more than one, but we will narrow it down to 1 or 2…

Shall we begin the process?

Please, get comfortable. Loosen your clothing, or place a cozy blanket over you. You maybe on a bed or a couch or the floor. It doesn’t matter, just relax.

Close your eyes after you’ve read this lesson, and understand the descending process of the stairs. You will need to practice if you’ve never participated in relaxation before.
Acknowledge your angels or your escort and ask them to help you descend to a relaxed comfortable place. Ask them to help you clear your mind. Ask them to remove any fears that you might be experiencing.

Cover yourself in love by breathing in love and breathing out anything harmful or negative to you, according to your belief system.

Speak to yourself and tell all bad thoughts to leave. Tell all anxiety to go. Tell all depression to leave. Continue to breath in goodness and kindness.
In your mind stand on the top of the staircase. Take a wonderful nice breath. Be thankful. Just say, “I’m thankful.”

Step number 10. We are now starting a decline going down 10 steps. You are standing on the platform. You could be holding an angel’s hands, or your guides. Take a breath before going down. Be thankful.
Your eyes are closed now.

You are very comfortable with your surroundings.

You are ready to step down one step to step 9.

You now, take a step.

Rest and breath again. All is good and pleasant. Be thankful.
Step 9.

Now step to number 8. You are going down. Going down into restfulness. Going down to peace. You are thankful. Always take a cleansing breath and pause at each step.

Step number 7. You are becoming very relaxed and thrilled to find an inner voice so waiting to speak to you. It can speak with you when your spirit is quiet. You are getting quieter. You are truly, thankful.

Step 6. The chattering voices of life are silencing. Though you might hear them in the distance, they are becoming vague and irrelevant to your present awareness. Be so ever thankful.

Step 5. You are now halfway there. Halfway quiet. Halfway calm. Very thankful.

Step 4. Taking a cleansing breath and say goodbye to any voices of accusations, voices of fears that have accused you, voices of distant shames or anxieties. You are freeing yourself from any condemnations of this world. Ever so thankful

Step 3. You are almost at the bottom. Take a cleansing breath. The place you’ve been longing for. Perhaps you hear a spring of fresh water. Perhaps you hear now better than you ever have before. Almost joyous and thankful. All is well.

Step 2.

Because you are almost deaf to the world, the voices no longer accuse you. You are free from any depression or anxiety. You are free now to really hear. You are going to now hear with a sense of wonder and awe. Oh, so thankful, utter heavenly. Breath again. So fresh and thankful.

Step 1.

You are now at the bottom of the stairs. You are free. You are at peace. Your are ready. Breath in the newness of air and magic. it is now your story, your poem. You are birthing your creation. Thankful.

In front of you, there is a red door. Examine your feelings. Examine your thoughts or anticipations and of what is behind that door. Begin to sense your awareness. What does your intuitive being speak to you? Remember you no longer able to hear as you did before. Your hear using your senses. Your hear by an inner voice of comfort and love that will escort you through that door.

Step to the door. Take a breath.

Reach towards the doorknob. Begin to turn it. When you pass through the door, at your time and your pace, begin to know beyond a shadow of doubt the story behind the door. Begin to use your senses of sight, feeling, listening to the internal voice. Do not use your ears. Taste if you should want to, and smell the air. What does the atmosphere say to you? what are your feeling. There are no human voices to speak to you. There is no noise. It is silent of the cat’s meow. it is silent of TV’s, cellphones, but it is full of ~ (you will experience this).

When you are ready, pass through the door’s threshold. Observe the world that you now see. What do you see? What do you know to be truth? Are there clues there such as an old picture? Is there anything that grabs a memory or resonates with the future?
Experience this new world that you created. While you are visiting this new place, become inspired by the sights, the temperature, the colors, and remember you don’t hear any longer like a human with flesh. Your hearing is heightened by a “knowing” that leads you. It is a knowing that has always been there for all mankind. The knowing will lead you upon your ascension to write your poem. Stay awhile and look around. Explore the new world.
Once you have finished experiencing, learning and understanding of your new place, you will ascend the stairs one step at a time. You will take with you, a new idea or thought or ideals to write about. you will know when you write your poem what you want to say. It will be from a new perspective, and something new grew inside you. Like a seed, each step is new and enlightening. Each step is a journey in learning about God, life, spiritual awareness, goodness, nature, love, acceptance, forgiveness and a tolerance of any self blame. One step at a time.

Now, if ready, let’s go one step at a time upward. Some will want to run up the flight of stairs. Go ahead. Take off. Fly up the stairs to level 1, or walk solemnly taking in each idea, each new thought.

Step 10 and up you go

Step 9

Step 8

Step 7

Step 6

Step 5

Step 4

Step 3

Step 2

and lastly, step 1

You are now ready to once again look at the red door and write your poem or poems…
Put enjoyable music on and try your best to remain in a stressless environment to write… Make notes about what you experienced. each time will progressively expand.
This exercise can be completed by you quickly and anywhere you have a moment to shut your eyes and take your hearing away from all of the chatter of this world…

Happy writing poets…

Lovely music for writers at this link

https://youtu.be/BFqiNvtWFGk

Lastly and as a reminder, this is an exercise in poetry. Saying this we understand that poetry is emotional and is an excellent avenue of expression. However, it is not a substitute for mental health care or a doctor if needed. Going “deep” could cause someone to cry, or laugh or feel something unexperienced. So always seek help when needed.

Next week, we will begin with the relaxation. Our focus will be on taking the poetry created this week and making it better. We will use a Thesaurus and our memories to make our writing stronger. This is the reason to take notes. The notes will spark your memories. We will be finding new words that have expanded your meditations..

 

 

So I add on my poem… Next week we will concentrate on editing our poems.

This is mine and needs lots of editing and work…

Picture the Red door image at the top of this post.

Warily, I stand, watching the red door

Wanting to enter into that world, to explore
The fan in the window, bothers my psyche
A trap, of some sort, entering ~ I’ll see ~
I knock first.
Only vibrations on the wood
It opens by itself, there where, I stood
Behind the threshold, butterflies flit
There are happy flowers and mushrooms that sit
A cottage of stone amidst passionate flowers
A maiden watering, and a bean pole, that towers
Turning to me, they wave, COME IN!
So, cautiously, I enter, being led by a wren
And there we sit, having tea
No talking, but smiles, in this world of me
Having to go, we bid farewell
I ascending sadly, up to the stairwell, I go…
K♣️
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My Thoughts on The Orlando Massacre There are many flowers in Gods garden

 

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The world without gay people would be a world where a species of Gods flowers never bloomed. Their glorious array of talents and colors, smiles and tears wouldn’t exist. The world would be dark

 

Why do we kill things we simply don’t understand? Why are we so fearful of the unknown? Just because we are clueless doesn’t give us the God given rights to destroy his creations…

I write a lot about killing snakes. Why? Because you fear the unknown You have associated the snake with evil… And, is it truly evil or is it a misconception? Something misconstrued?

Why do we kill the innocent?

Why do we hate other colors?

Why are we blinded to possibilities of goodness?

Why?

 

What if the roles were reversed?

What if heterosexual males and females were the targets of terror and social hate?

 

I am the mother of a “gay” adult child. You hurt my child, I will hurt yours....

 

Where does hatred end?

 

 

 

The Thirteenth Zodiac 

Night of solstice day

On a hot and humid June

The covenant of sisters

Gazing at the signs from the stony mound

On a night where comets fled the sky

We are sisters

We are Kindreds

Sacred daughters of Ophiuchus

Healers from the stars

Healers of Aesculapius

Snake charmers, doctors, herbalist

The thirteenth zodiac from where we came

The serpent staff we are led

We came to heal man

 

K♣️
©2016 Bonnie Jennings The Thirteenth Zodiac

MEET AUTHOR DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

Author Susan Joyner-Stumph shares an interview with Deborah Brooks Langford. Deborah is a writer and publisher and she shares with other writers her life as a writer and a publisher. You might pick up some tips if wanting to have your work in print. Thank you both for the inspiration to write no matter what the odds are. Write for joy.

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RHYTHM AND MUSE ARTIST SPOTLIGHT

Hi, I’m Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf.  Being a Published Author and Certified Graphics Artist myself, I am always curious to uncover the artist BEHIND their work, whether it be a writer, artist who draws, musician and/or singer/songwriter.  Here on my site, Rhythm and Muse Artist Spotlight, I interview Artists of all genres and talk about their inspirations, their current endeavors and future projects.  If you’re looking for a good book to read, maybe you will find it after reading the Interview; or wanting to discover new art to look at and possibly buy?  Or music to listen to?  Come to Rhythm and Muse Artist Spotlight Interviews and meet the Artists that keep Art Alive and Breathing in our world today!!

Today we will be interviewing

AUTHOR AND POETESS DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD.

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MEET MUSICIAN/WRITER BENJAMIN HYATT — rhythmandmuseblog

Author Susan’s recent blog and interview with Benjamin Hyatt. And, without further introduction, here’s Susan and Benjamin….

 

Susan’s personal WordPress link to this interview

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