The Secret Lives of fairy Godmothers, Witches and Angels
By Bonnie Jennings
“Joy to the world the Lord has come!”On the side, of an Appalachian Mountain, sitting so cozy on a mountainside, is a place, so rightfully named, Glory Town. This was, at that time, the quaint picturesque home of “Cat Dubois,” whom at five years of age, moved with her family from Europe, to this heaven on Earth. Or, was it really? The year they arrived was 1957 and Cat grew from a child who was special ~ gifted to an adult woman. However, little Cat healed hurt animals, she instinctively knew that living creatures and plants have a life force and she tapped into it so naturally. The knowledge and understanding of the source of God or The Universe, would always create problems for Cat, throughout her life. The girl, the teenager and the adult woman, Cat Dubois, searched for acceptance and love, in a legalistic community, of “believers,” in Glory Town. Cat’s journey, in the story, is to find love, self acceptance in her adventure of living, When, in her mid twenties, she asked for divine help for the last time; however, she forgot about asking.
“A scream was heard that summer day. A four-year-old little Catherine moaned into the mystical wind. She told the wind to find Thomas. Bellowing, into the breeze, her little heart begged, with vigorous might. The current carried her voice. It never ceased, until one day, “I heard it,”and that was when, Eleanor came riding in on the wind.”
This story is often painful, lonely, sad and feels desperate. As, Cat Dubois grows into adulthood, many tragedies occur. Forty-five years of troubles, she suffers major losses. Her best friend, her soulmate, Daniel Davis, who was a local pastor’s son, was forced to leave Glory Town at eighteen years of age. He announces his alternative lifestyle. This announcement led to Daniel’s eviction from his home. So, up the road and out of the town, on foot, he left, on a hot summer day. Cat watches soberly, as he leaves. The exiling of her soul mate, affected Cat for the rest of her life. Sensitive Cat, suffered unimaginably. Many many upsets occurred. She was orphaned, in her early twenties, which made the isolation worse. A fire’s smoke and blaze took her barn and all the animals away, one afternoon. These tragedies, her loneliness, and the rejection from everyone in Glory Town, were contributing causes that led to addictions of the strange kind.
So, it is with heartwarming stories, where the Universe and/or God hears us, and responds to our human petitions, it is then, Eleanor the English guide/angel/fairy godmother, the supernatural humorous being, came to help Cat Dubois. Escorting Eleanor are other spiritual assistants: Tadhg, a supernatural golfing Scotsman, and ‘His Glove,’ a black cocker-poo dog, that Cat later names, Lovey. The three divine beings guide Cat to freedom and self love.
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“Stop! Faeries or fairies, for those with vision and fancy only. The serious minded, NEED NOT ENTER. Go away. Close the door. Lock and bolt it from the thieves of imagination.” Bojenn (moi)
Welcome! By the way this is where you should feel welcome. So, why should you read my blog? Well, why not? You’ve read other’s. So, come on inside and fly with me as I tell you, why.
I wrote my serious bio and here it is as follows… I had written a sillier one, but decided to become more engaged in my writing as I’ve just completed a second novel….
The Bio of Bonnie G Jennings or Bojenn
Bonnie Jennings was born in New Orleans, LA, USA and from there she moved with her family to several different paces, California, Oklahoma, Texas, Louisiana again, Arizona, Puerto Rico, Atlanta Ga, Miami and Ft Lauderdale Fl and…
I ask God’s angels to help me… Thank you angels, in advance…
Knowing some of their names and specialties is beneficial.
Ariel – “lion of God;” angel of protection, please help me from those who seek to injure, purger, pursuit me of raise the laws, injury, perjury or death towards me. Please, be with me. Thank you
Asteraoth – name of an angel who thwarts power., I ask you to stop any powers who are against me, in Yeshua’s name, Thank you
Ayil – angel of the zodiac sign Sagittarius, who is the leader of my rising sign. You who were in the East, guide me in perceptions and honesty. Yes, there is an angel over the zodiac signs…
Azbogah – name of the high ranking angel of judgment., cause all judgements against me to cease. In Jesus name, thank you.
Azriel – name for the angel of destruction, please remove any self destruction or any destruction from others, in Jesus name. Thank you.
Balthioul – angel with the power to thwart distress, cause any anxieties or worries I hold to leave in Jesus name. Thank you
Barakiel, please open my heart to good blessings. Take away my fears of being blessed or any lack of self worth that stymies my heaven presents. Thank you in Jesus name.
Barrattiel – angel of support, please come to hold me up. Thank you, in Jesus name.
Barbiel – angel of October, and my birth guide me. Thank you, in Jesus name.
Barman – angel of intelligence, please lend me more, than I can contain. Make me more quick-witted, than any enemy. Also, please help me with any forgetfulness. Thank you, in Jesus name
Baruchiel – angel with power over strife, give me power over problems. Thank you, in Jesus name
Bath Kol – female angel of divine prophecy. Pour upon me, your gift, that I might know of futures. In Jesus name
Briathos – name of an angel who thwarts demons, stop all demons assigned against me. In Jesus name. Thank you
Camael – angel name that means “he who sees God;” chief angel of powers, help me to see with divine eyes. Thank you in Jesus name
Cassie – angel of Saturn, help me to send Saturn away from me and towards my enemies. Many thanks in Jesus name. (Saturn is the planet of hard lessons)
Cerviel – angel ruler of the principalities, take down those in high places over me… Make them fail and fall in Jesus name. Thank you.
Chayyliel – angel whose name means “army;” a powerful angel, please stand in for me and be my army against those who seek to harm me. In Jesus name. Thank you.
Diniel – angel who protects infants, protect the children in question. In Jesus name, Thank you
Duma – angel prince of dreams, send me good dreams. Thank you, in Jesus name
Dumah – angel of silence. Quiet the enemy in Jesus name. Thank you
Eae – angel who thwarts demons., stop her demons and mine in Jesus name. Thank you.
Elyon – ministering angel who brought the plague of hail upon Egypt, please take away the attacks on me. In Jesus name.
Emmanuel – angel whose name means “God with us.” Thank you for being with me.
Gabriel – archangel whose name means “man or hero of God.” Please make me this in Jesus name. Thank you.
Gadiel Please release me from all my negative energy and thoughts that prevent my blessings. Release me from conscious or unconscious blocks to blessings. Show me the way. Thank you in Jesus name.
Gamaliel you are the greatest giver. You love to give miracles. Please look at me and see that I’m worthy to be honored with your miracles. Please and thank you in Jesus name
Gzrel – angel who revokes any evil decree against another in heaven, please revoke any weapons formed against us. Thank you, in Jesus name.
Hamaliel – angel who rules the order of virtues, please help me and others… In Jesus name. Thank you
Harahel – angel who oversees libraries., please confuse my enemies, with records kept. Thank you in Jesus name (Remember in The Psalms, David asks this)
Hasdiel – angel of benevolance., I ask for kindness in the name of Jesus. Thank you
Heman – angel leader of the heavenly choir, whose name means “trust.” Please give me trust and faith in Jesus name. Thank you
Hermesiel – angel who leads one of the heavenly choirs, help me/us to sing again. Thank you, in Jesus name
Hofniel – ruling angel of the bene elohim; name means “fighter of God.” Please war on my behalf. Thank you, in Jesus name
Iofiel – archangel whose name means “beauty of God.” Please send to me your supernatural beauty in Jesus name, thank you
Jehudiel – archangel who rules the movements of the celestial spheres. Please move for me, on my behalf. Thank you in jesus name
Jeremiel – archangel whose name means “mercy of God.” Please in Jesus name, Thank you, We need grace and mercy
Kabshiel – angel of grace and favor…. Thank you in Jesus name
Miniel – angel invoked to induce love. Thank you, in Jesus name
Nathanael – angel ruling over hidden things, fire and vengeance., please in Jesus name, We need your help. Thank you
Pathiel please open my/our gates of manifestation. My wish list is: ***** for any prosperity. Thank you, in Jesus name (yes, prosperity is a good thing)
Pesagniyah – angel who ushers prayers of grief to heaven. I am sad about …. list your sadness and griefs. Please, help me/us. Thank you, in Jesus name
Purah – angel of forgetfulness. Bring clarity to my mind. In Jesus name. Thank you
Razed with the wisdom of the universe, please fill me with the wisdom that I need to prosper abundantly. Thank you, in Jesus name.
Sarakiel – angel who rules the ministering angels. Send your angels to comfort me. Thank you, in Jesus name
Sophia – angel whose name means “wisdom.” Please Sophia come. In Jesus name and thank you
Umabel – angel of physics and astronomy. Please give me insight. Thank you in Jesus name
Yehudiah, thebenevolent angel of death. Please be kind at my death and the deaths of all my love ones. Thank you in Jesus name
Yerachmiel – an archangel who rules earth. Show me where to gain prosperity honestly through ?… Be specific to your hearts desire… Thank you in Jesus name
Zachariel – angel governor of Jupiter. Oh please abundantly bless me/us financially, in health, in creativity, in ideas, joy, singing, writing, drawing and in family. Thank you, in Jesus name… Thank you Jupiter represents abundance and joy, and blessings of great overflowing.
Zaphkiel – archangel whose name means “knowledge of God.” Please bless me/us greatly in Jesus name. Thank you
Zazriel – angel whose name means “strength of God.” Please grant me strength. Thank you, in jesus name.
Zehanpuryu – high ranking angel whose name means “one who sets free.” Please set me free from the bondage of ? Please direct me to ? In Jesus name, thank you
Zophiel – angel whose name means “God’s spy.” Please go before me and give me the scoop/intuition… Thank you, in Jesus name…
Zuriel – angel ruler of the principalities whose name means “my rock is God.”
Be my rear guard, and surround me at all times and my family. In Jesus name. Thank you…
And, these are just a few names and ranks of angels…
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Thank you Debra for lending the world your native American Indian knowledge ….
Today, Saturday, I have recognized Debra, @The Jaguar Spirit, and her blog on my WordPress blog. Debra was selected because, she is inspiring and informative. She amazes me and I feel a connection to her American Indian spirit. ….
I love to visit your site, Debra. Thank you for being a guiding force giving the world your golden nuggets of divine wisdom and love. XOXOXO
Rhetoric! Over and over again, we hear The same old arguments, year after year Fooling around with mankind’s minds You hide cleverly and can’t be found
The TV newsman reports, as they’re told Edited, slanted, from whence banks hold Merely slaves, to things, and slaves, who hear Lies, tales, agendas, hidden, we’re captives
Sleep if you must, you’re probably ~ better off Believe the TV bullshit, from comics and lust Fall into traps, like mines strategically underground Step on one, break your mother’s back, holy to you ~ not them.
Go to church on Sunday, play their good game Cause no rifts, nor trouble, don’t question or blame Follow the pope, Buddha, follow Christ, follow fame They don’t care, just play, and appear extremely tame.
Raise no hopes, raise no questions, vote for someone It doesn’t matter, they’re from the same, there’s no freedom The banks, the educational system, and then there’s ~ medicare Look behind the smokescreen, but say, very little, you’re not alone.
We are sons of God and have been given certain powers through our God. He told us to use the powers to heal, protect, to do warfare, to stand against them, to resurrect the dead, to love despite all things in his name.
Therefore today we seek divine intervention for our world, for our communities, for our loved ones and family, and for those who are sick and are hurt and those that are grieving. We also ask divine intervention or our animals, our streams, our forests and our world, at large.
We call upon God’s angels for help, now.
We’re calling upon Arael or Uriel, the prince angels over people, to help us by guiding us correctly.
We ask Araqiel, who has dominion over our earth, to stand guard, for men and animals protection.
We demand that Azrael, the archangel of death, rest and leave us for now.
We tell Azriel, the angel of destruction, to leave us.
We ask Balthioul, angel to thwart distress for us, now.
We ask Baruchiel, to give us power over strife.
We ask Briathos, to thwart the demons, unleashed on us.
We ask to see God, as Camael, chief angel, of powers of the Earth.
We ask Cerviel, the ruler of the principalities, to defend us against those in high places: Governments, rulers, kings and legislators, forces that control the human race, to stand for our needs and protect us.
We ask Emmanuel, to bring God with us. We need our good god.
We ask Halaliel, to forgive our negative karma or our negative reaping and sowing. Any wrongs we have done to others, animals or earth. Any deaths to unborn children, be forgiven, and protected.
We ask Marmaroth to thwart our fate, though we deserve perhaps worse than we imagined.
We ask Miniel, to induce love of mankind and animals. To stop any suffering from our hands. To stop any abuses we have caused.
We ask Nahaliel to protect our running streams, and help us gain back fresh pure water.
We ask Miniel to induce love of humans, the unborn, children and animals.
We ask Shepherd to bring sorrow and repentance of the acts we have done knowingly or unknowingly. Bring to our minds, the pain we have caused others.
We ask that, both angels, bring us heavenly divine music, Heman and Hermesiel , so we may be blessed with grace, mercy and love of all things great and small.
We ask that God be with us today.
I pray in the name of Yeshua and you may pray or ask in the name of your belief system…
Lets get this going and taken care of…
Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me….and you.
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Put down all bickering and strife between friends. Let’s turn our eyes towards the heavens. Things are happensng that are more important. Don’t become distracted. Remind each other of the smokescreens sent to distract and confuse each other. There are huge happenings in our world now. There are spiritual forces at work. Some are in high places and some forces surround you and I. Their intent is to make us fight, quarrel, and disagree. No one is exempt. Put on your armor. The battle has begun. Please know the news is the largest propagator of those forces. Guard yourself from believing everything they report.
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Dedicated to my sister, Carol and my children Elysia and Joel
And Lastly to my grandson Jacob
Like a drug; I’m compelled.
An index finger points the way.
The path covered in vagueness.
Only trust leads my day.
The forest is my storybook.
Few paths I’ve known.
Some are smooth and uneventful.
Some are treacherously bare.
Once a lesson completes.
And a short respite occurs.
The forest fairies find me.
And, another adventure is assured.
My feet are weary from twists and stones.
Tripping along the way.
But nonetheless, the spirits find me.
And again, I’ve nothing to say,
Excuses are lame.
Whining creates more.
So, quietly I proceed.
Wandering, the magic roads of lore.
Passing through the brush.
Carrying my satchel of prayers.
Perhaps I’ll pass a man.
A man who relinquishes terrors.
And I’ll look for him in the forest.
There, pray he shall find me.
Illuminate, our eyes will sparkle.
Then, my spirit shall be set free.
Eons advance and passed away.
Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.
Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,
Adam, pointing, at the twinkling specs, named the brilliant ballet.
So, following mankind, up the mountain,
And ascending a rocky path; we embarked.
My feet followed his, upward, to where the sky was arched.
His staﬀ pointed, and the heavens, then filled me, as a refreshing fountain.
An advocate of The Father of Man,
I desired what he sought,
Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest
Confidently, I abided and aﬃrmed his every request.
Even, wore his belief’s; did just as he taught.
One day, dared I asked, Adam, the man of science, How is Eve today?
And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only, to pray.
“Deceased, she is,” he answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.
Man of Science, I spoke so boldly.
At the mountain top; we stand
The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,
However, love you murdered, so coldly.
This day, I choose the mother
Her love, which first found me
Within the warm and welcoming spirit, in there, dwells she.
And, today, I accept non-other.
So, progressing and moving towards her;
Over, the cliﬀ of doubt, rapidly grabbing her hem, I aim.
Because, after carefully, considering your treacherous, pains,
There, in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor
I choose faith, that which, I cannot see.
The Witchcraft of Life Dedicated to my mother, Babe
Weave in and out skip two colors of dreams
Raise the level of forest green
now circle around the lights magic stream.
Yellows and oranges
Parfait and red
perfect strands of marbled threads
Dashing there yonder up over Mars
bringing back a handful Stars
Wild horses charge
Black stallions at night
Taming the dragon with beacons of light
Casting them into fortune and fame
Causing the wind
Making it bend.
There Is A Road
There is a road we choose to take
There are several before us
The one we choose becomes our fate
The others we could have meandered
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,
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.
Finding Home Again
“Awe,” the radiance; so bright.
Then, follow it, with all might.
The road course shall lead by day.
Rocks, turns, stickers and curves;
My prejudiced thoughts; lofty visions of you.
Fiery images deflect a golden hue.
Imagined you, bronzed, dazzling, and vein.
We danced; then came rain.
Caught too long there; my Idol thoughts; so dear.
Washed away; with my tear.
My arms bound, and mouth sealed.
Woven, hey! What’s the deal?
OH, My God! I’ve Been Caught!
The coven’s web intendedly taut!
The feast I am; His delight.
Oh, fairy friend! By the firelight! Here I am!
Now the spiders home virtually unseen,
Vaguely tucks into that corner beam.
But, see the dim light, growing so bright?
A fairy then, slashes the silk, so tight.
And I then, fell from the web of fright.
Still arms tangled by silken threads
I pushing out with utter dread,
Thus, bracing my fainthearted fall
Then, the spider and the fairy brawl.
Wham, bam, to and fro,
from the deathly fight they bow
Looking, whom’s, my fairy friend?
Noticing the fairy, it must be Joe
Underneath the spider Joe waves, thumbs up,
Now run like hell! Into the light!
Run away little bate!
For, the fate of the firefly might be too late…
Shadows on my walls are silent
Yet, wield stories; often violent
Because messages must be told
Within my self, my heart does hold
And the stories that were uttered
Hushed intrusive others
Surrounded by the shadowy figures
In silence, I mouthed their nameless brothers
Walking in the past held memories
The dreams of my enemies
Explaining their inner pains
Listening, though I kept their refrain
Then my pneuma knew for certain
The tear of that curtain
From whence the shadows came
Stepped out from him and is to blame
And in the darkness were several lights
Beaming hundreds, of tiny sights
Music heard from here and there
Sounds vibrating ghostly everywhere
And the birth of a tiny star did shape
Within that void
Troubled stories within shadows of souls
Well, laugh at me if you must!
The lost brothers who had no trust
Listen cowards with opened ears
Listen closely they’ll be no cheers
The words will not be enough
silently whispered and then hushed
Forever silenced, within, she wept
There the crowds morned her loss
Though misunderstood dimmed her gloss
There she stood amidst her kin
She glowing from within
She held a sign for all to read
“The shadows are no longer silent, indeed”
And her peace finally came resting
When the ghostly images retreated from molesting
Elysia, my daughter
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
Then Beauty, Takes Her Leave, as The Evil SH’man Sleeps (part 2)
Black night comes, alone and cold.
Smart beauty sleeps warmed
By hands that fold.
In quietness the present enemy waits. Beauty taunts not.
She need not…
For time be her friend. Coldness aligns her side
And loneliness sang lullabies to her; “sleep child sleep.
The fight grows small.
Sleeps on the horizon; it calls.
Hearing distance voices my eyes rest.
The hills and a mountain melody lays sleeps fog.
Can you hear it, as well? He snores…
“Gently gently, sleep.”
Beauty crawls from fingers once tight.
Not, to awaken the captures soul ~
She’s played before..
However, it’d grown old.
She plays well.
A champion for sure.
“SSH”…says She,”Awaken not my game.”
“Comes tomorrow a fair shame is he.”
“Foe rest; later your dare…”
“Thought you had me?”
“You foolish sh’man.”
“Look! Who has who.”
“Thought you’d won?”
“Surely thought? I’d not get away?”
Ah…Before Daylight shines…
“One last game..It aﬀords me so…”
Whispers stories in midnight sleep.
You’ll think strange, “God’s” voice for certain.
Magical messages, images, songs and words;
“God’s, not His at all…!”
“Goody, goody for me.”
“One more time before nights end
Can bully jab my soul.”
Then; Beauty declares her win…
Her long fairy fingers reach for the harp.
The soul of her game?
To pluck his “F” sharp…
“Bold challenges,” said Beauty, “HIS love I detest,
But, as He has made it, I surrender my quest.”
The King’s Duel
The Final Question?
Can the deep insightful King of Clubs raise the final victory
over the overachieving game playing
often clever king of Diamonds?
Not a final nod, displayed
Eyes glaring steel blue and hazel green facial lines fixed
Not even a twitch.
Slowly woven like the Earth to the Moon
Moving like a dance made a circlular pattern
On the floors of onyx black
The King of Diamonds so sure of himself believed, no fight
From the Club herself,
But the Club held dear the truth in her heart
The Lord Almighty was there
Right from the start.
Round and round so slowly they moved.
The Diamond King’s lips snarled a smirk
As he spit tw’ord ‘er shoes.
And the King of Clubs shot darts of fire
Her eyes told, “Hee’za liar!”
The one eyed King
Dazzled with diamonds galore
But, The King of Clubs kept her mind on the chore.
Over and around the blades slowly moved
Then picked up the pace without any shoes…
Cling, clang, ding and gwong the blades met rangling a song
“All shiny and strong, the song of a Savior,
That life is a gift given by Him
And though expect treasure we don’t always win…”
The Kings welded their swords in the air
Cutting their skins and toppling their hair.
No whining nor whimpering came from the two
But fierce well bred bickering whipped whistled twang pue.
The blades never ceased the clang of the strikes,
Faster and harder beaten the life
Of one Diamond King and the other a Club
But The Savior stepped in to straightened their thuds.
Now, it came to pass
That The Diamond King tipped his hat,
And gave up his crown, and that; was that.
And The King of Clubs surrendered a heart at a cross
On a hill~ decidedly smart.
For the hill is where all kings will bow made not of fools… but of heroes,
Those, i am’s, of Thou art
The Galaxy Dancer
Dedicated to my sister Carol, December 27, 2012
The spectacular stars sprinkle the sky
Illuminating El Elyon’s pristine palette
A comet wisps from East to West
As the watchers question all, the whys.
The moonbeams cast light on her fragrant path.
There, the sunlight etched traces of her distant past.
Oh, how she longs for the answer.
Hiding mysterious memories of the galaxy dancer
Of stars that sparkle on Christmas Day,
To bare and to embrace her
Time will heal the eternal thunder
Once danced by the gypsy wonder,
And her legacy within the heart
Within the life of the star dancer.
Urdu for my mother, Babe
Pour, into my cup, come in the slumbers of dawn
Cast away the ash and sackcloth, granted life
The pheonix landed to visit awhile
Tomorrow the bird takes flight
When the Morning Dove sings her songs
We who hear her cheerful melodies
Good morning lovely lady!
You know how a birds song embraces
Man to his God
Do come again at least one more day
On Wednesday, remember to pray
A satchel of poetry rests over my shoulder
A silver pen, parchments and paper, and a journal
Laying them next to the wine on the blanket next to you
And you are Mars to me, and I Venus
Desires of fame and wealth beyond needs
And some want the end of the world to come
But he who demands the payout and dismisses the harbingers
Will not hear the tuning of the trumpeters call
The vigor and youthful spirit bursts
When rooting, by connecting to the dirt
The heat of summer and thirsty blood
Lasts numbered seasons of the young
Tis the man who hungers knowledge
Their roots die under drought and swelters
But, I barely remember
Hah, seems long ago, thoughts of flaming embers
Sweltering warmth, the sweat on her brow, bare feet, sum- mer’s eve
Writing novels, living romances, the aromatic honeysuckle sways
Torrid senses baking, the rays of sun, beaming on damp flesh
On the gentile porch, Southern columns, historic moments
Gentlemen whose ladies dawned petticoats in late May
Brunette curly tendrils fell on rosy cheeks, is dreamy
Imagining a romantic encounter, that hot afternoon
Dashing Captain Henry, caused his way, riding
Oﬀering the lady, his rearing steed, accepted
Riding through tall grass, hidden, no sight
Lying, lusting, allowing warm seduction
Arousing passions, barding novels
Noetic the frivolous few hours
Being adored by captains
Sensual summers days
My Henry who equals
My Little Jo Jo
My darling dog
Staying with me for six years
And not a year longer you tarried Forgetting all others existed Meshing our love, entwined
Then, walking upon warm moonlit sand promised
You’ll bequeath me When the moon was full In fall during harvest time
The sun set in the warmth of summers end
Then, we walked hand in hand
Thus you stole my heart
While I wasn’t watching
Under the lights of a starry sky
My body limp and my soul captured
Then, we walked into the night.
The East wind blows anticipating a storm
The intensity of heat from the summer sun dissipated
The blueness of the breeze chilled our spiny bones
Could it be that the season dwindles
Speculations too soon for this truth
Hoping the sweltering hot begone
And the waves from The East bring some relief
To the shores of Fairhope before dawn
There isn’t a road that shan’t have music
So, my fiddle is played along the road
The musical notes surround my steps
They bring celebration, a musical mode
Down the paths, I sing, and up, I play
Everywhere and place that I travel
I tote a rhythmic razzle dazzle
And, this is the way, I choose
Cause, there’s not too much rhythm and blues.
Cold, cold, cold the morning; cold.
Coﬀee warms my hands.
Unraveling memories; seeming dull
Still night dreams, do unfold.
Low clouds covered the forest
Eyes that see not before us.
But, follow the pale path
Neath the weary feet.
See it! There! Underneath!
Wet leaves covered the way.
Then look closely if you may.
Sprinkled sparkling faerie dust
Shimmers neath the leaves.
And, if you follow the shining lights
Those sights shall take the lead.
Following the strath of twigs and weeds …
Growing near the path
The wetness of the leafy stuﬀ
Still bares the night time mask…
Here, there, turns and twists
Mark a path which won’t resist.
All night long seeking an end.
Running, skipping and stumbling on shin.
Searched, knocked, and sought
Only not to find
Any faerie myths… Oh, how my heart… Does pine.
I tired of your game, Oh, Faerie
Running your path night long.
Then decided I,
Best to wander home.
And, vaguely remembering sanity
Since safety departed me,
Calling from the woods
It growled ferociously.
Sad and disturbed
Missed you again!
And, lowering my face,
Bares a fools return.
Hey, Look yonder!!! There! My Mims!
To be greeted by their love!
The open arms of my kin.
My family who loves me dearly,
And they who prayed me home that night.
Even despite myself.
Even despite myself.
Elysia and Jacob
Joel, my son
A Valentine to Me
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
Agape’s love is
I bought myself chocolate today
And a message
In the red floral bouquet
I sent these
The message said, “I LOVE YOU!”
My Fire Drake
Over the land covered in suet, singed by storms of fires The Fire Drake surveyed for any breath of life remaining The humans decidedly in unification ended all existence Hovering over Elysium once occupied by eternal Spring The Drake came to rest on wet wood washed to the shore It considered all things and then after time it took to flight Once there was a place called Heaven and now it’s forever lost
~ And then, the angel shouted, their ears perked
Those waiting replied ~ “We are gathered here ~ hiding.”
The tales are true, dear majesty, and we doubted
And, with a wisp, they and the pheonix departed
A marionette addressed The Lord one day
Asking how long shall I live? Will you make me a talisman
Or suﬀer me just simply to exist
On a shelf of an owner most troubling
Perhaps send me a lover whose humbling
Will the skies remain blue and the sun always shinning
Tell me Lord, is there a silver lining
Looking around at the puppets, other
Please, on my journey, please send a mother
One who will love and sustain me
And keep me from the fire and the drowning tsunami
Circle of Life
THE FOG OF DULL MOIST CLOUDS CLOISTERED EARTHS HILLS
rolling slowly quietly assured with December’s presence
uncovering the steal bleakness of chills
the grey fox sought the superlative time stalking
hunting, one catch, the hare eating thorns, is captured
All rests except the fox, and the hawk that swoops prey
and beautiful it seems to carolers that dream
pictured on Christmas Cards sleighing coupled in hay
but the hunted sigh as the singers pass by
ignoring the innocent life in the forest by night
really wintery rest is not what it seems
The white witch cursed the greens for 3 months
laughing, she pointed t’wards the fox and the hare
the hawk she invites on her evening animal hunts
while the fox, hiding and embarrassingly shares
dear rabbit if only there was another way to convey
my condolences and my fondness, for you, today
The fawn born in grey thicket that night
a hunter was on track for a meal, of the carnivores type
deep in silence, bitter coldness, that eve less bright
their faces showed meanness, sickeningly alarming
hungry for killing the innocent and without any lament
the damp floors lined with twigs and leaves sent
warning there are trespassers entered our forest
and without invitation, the hawk soared forewarning
the dove in turn echoes cooing which entered space
of ears the fox alarming, the furry rabbit crosses into the thicket
noosing the doe and the fawn warmed coddling
stay within this eve the thicket safe from guns
the hunter’s love winter’s and the innocent blood
And the white witch carries on until spring
stay here little doe while your mother brings the cud
the sleet drizzling rains seem never to bring
peace within the forest it seems
and life circles around the fox and the hare
and the buzzards that hunt the carcass from the air
the crimson red male Cardinal bird clicks perching for frosty cold wintery pics
the wee rabbit at midnight gathers hay hopping away at first rays of day
the foxes nibble on berries and toads
amidst grey thickets unseen by casual roads
oh, how the woodlands govern the creatures of the Earth
majesty rules of thumb
holding all judgement until the time comes
The cloud of grey fog veiled the city
On the streets empty; seemed people
The cabs looked vague, as if a ghost
Amidst the surrounding ashy buildings posts
The speeding of vehicles was just, an image
Now the pale streets dusty, with damage
Oh man, embrace and comfort and know
Bring back the lights and the glow
Of enchanting memories of useful lives
To hold them in love and break all lies
Do come to find us here underneath
We captives who’ve been under siege
One time, it was at midnight, feverish thoughts invaded
t’was many repressed fears and woes cerebrally persuaded
there laying on damp pillows tossed
came a tapping of a ghost seemingly lost
as if there was a distant message
rapping so gently donning a persuading vestige
I bid the ghoul farewell in hopes that it not dwell in my mind,
while I slept, feverish dreams foretell
November it was, damp and the air chilled
Alone without humans but with animals filled
The room and was company for a unfulfilled soul
Who convalesced alone standing at the gates of scheol
T’is an antique brass urn
Now the coldest day at noon
And the crystals snowflakes gather
There is a prism in my room
Its cold in here I noticed, picking up your urn
Speechless, I stood, having nothing to say
In quietness, from my eye, as I began to turn
A white feather floated, lingering in a sun-ray
Dangling freely in the air, it looked, if to loom
Are you here? I sober on this icy cold day
In the silence, hearing a specific tune
Outside blows the branches of a Willow
“Yes, though we were, be forever, as we may.“
It’s an antique brass urn
Now the coldest day at noon
And the crystals snowflakes gather
There is a prism in my room
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 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…”
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Perhaps, I was dreaming. It was lucid and surreal.
A dusty book, from on a shelf, opened there, I stood
As the pages flipped, on their own, a familiar story
Became alive. There sailing on a calm ocean, lost
Page after page, isolated, alone, not worried, but ~
Sailing, sailing sailing, alone. And, three hundred-fifty
Pages turned, amidst a voidness, I’d never known
The Moon, as always, stood full over the night
Never daylight, just passing by ~ page after page.
Then, from page number three-hundred fifty-one
A lighthouse cast a beam, on cliff high, ~ and hopeful
Stood staring, at the tower. “On the next page,” thus ~
I asked, “Are you calling, and leading me home?”
And, there I waited, hoping the page didn’t turn
But, perhaps, page three-hundred fifty-two will ~
Unite me with my kin and take me home
So, it’s been said, regarding the odds of becoming a famous writer that, “4 out of 5 people, want to write a New York Timesbest seller, book.” Clearly, the odds of becoming a famous author are stacked against every writer. It maybe easier to win the many lotteries, which have a winner every day, somewhere.
Looking at the traits of many writers when younger, we will find a child who had/has/have an incredible imagination.
To watch for a potential child writer, one should notice and observe traits. The traits vary, and these traits, I’ve listed, are certainly not (all) the characteristics of (all) young writers. But, these are a sampling or examples of some observations a parent may see in their youngster or youngsters.
Does the child change the story/stories that a parent reads them? Do they have another ending? And to add about this trait, it may occur at very young age. Perhaps, even before, age 2 or 3 and on up. It depends on how early the child was exposed to books and stories.
Does your child love stories? Do they open a book (often) without prompting by a parent? “Here, please, read this to me.” And, “No, that’s not how it ends, mommy/daddy!” They clearly change the setting, plot and characters…
Does your 7, 8 or 9 year old love to write poems and do they keep a diary or journal?
Has anyone accused your child of “not telling the truth?” Or, have they been accused of “lying?” Many times a young writer will suffer punishment for being creative. The parent may not understand, nor their teacher. Perhaps, the person who will/or has recognized this gift, in a child is someone who is also gifted… After all, as it’s said, “It takes one to know one.” Non creative people often become frustrated with the creative child. The parent or teacher is unable to understand the trait, they simply don’t resonate with a child who is unlike their self or themselves … They can’t.
On to the characteristics: Does your child make up better endings of stories, or more violent scenes, or change any part of their world that is unsatisfactory, as well as stories? Does your child perhaps change Medusa? I laugh at this statement, because this is what I did when I was a child. I made my mother change the snakes to dragons or horses, and my mother, always obliged me… She was a creator, as well.
Does your child pretend a lot? Do they have imaginary friends? Do they talk to themselves? Can they entertain themselves with fantasy for long periods of time? Are they as happy to be with themselves, rather than, being with friends?
Do they want to know historical facts? Are they obsessed with hearing other stories over and over again? Do they have foresight? Are they intuitive?
Do they live in a dream world? Do they daydream? Has the teacher at school gotten on your child for, “Not paying attention?” Perhaps, your child is partially listening, but is making the explanation better or more interesting… ?
Has your child been treated for a psychiatric disorder? Did they put your child on medications to clear up delusions, hallucinations or mental illness? Does your child have nightmares? Do they see things at night or day? Do they think the boogie-man is truly under their beds?
Now, please understand, there are mental disorders that do need to be treated. However, a consideration for imagination vs psychiatric diagnosis, must be clarified. Asking and verifying, are these behaviors an active imagination or symptoms of a psychiatric illness? (is absolutely necessary)
If your child is surely not suffering from psychosis or a mental illness, then it maybe a good idea to have your child placed in a group of young writers, poets, lyricists and artists. Often artists do suffer from some sadness like other non creative people do, but creativity plus sadness often is interpreted as mental illness. (Very sad face). The equation is not 1 + 1 = 2 … It is merely 1, you have a creative child and 2, the child is depressed (like many uncreative humans). Too often, the 1 + 1 = 2 means a psych diagnosis, medications and a label that follows a child the rest of their lives. (very sad face, again).
Children will need to have this gift of imagination developed by the right person. It is a parental responsibility to help cultivate an imaginative child and to teach the child when to turn the fantasy off and when to create… After all, an imaginative child will create ALL THE TIME… that’s their gift, just like a vocalist or an artist of pictures … Writers create worlds, kingdoms, magical places and wonderful stories if we nurture them, understand them, and assist them. For an example, if you forbade a writer or creator from mentally creating, they would not/could not stop imagining. It is as natural as a natural born vocalist. Writers are intuitive manifest-ors. They will need positive instruction and direction from someone who is also creative. They will need direction from a positive influence.
I don’t know about becoming a famous author, screenwriter, lyricists or poet, but I do know, from being a creative child, they will thrive in a protective, supportive environment and who knows what anyones future might be… Except the little author… Oh, they can create their world… It’s as far as their imaginations can venture…
Happy writing little ones…
Please feel free to write your experiences or your child’s character traits of being a writer… I would love to know yours…
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