By Bonnie Jennings
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…
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.
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
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…”
Goodnight Jacob, Mimsy loves you!
Copyright © Bonnie Jennings 2009-2016®
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