Green Cloaks

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Green Cloaks

Deep within a wooded forest forbidden

Dwelled animals and foliage overridden

Tucked inside a dense leafless thicket

A mirror found and many mole-crickets

Lost, meandering from the baron canyon

She came upon the mirror abandoned

Tempting was her lonesome sad image

She stared inside the deflective finish

The picture evolved to an idyllic berth

Suddenly an inviting thought unearthed

An invitation whispered, “Step across.”

The maiden did just that, into the gloss

Stepped upon the tender green moss

On the other side, toward entering Oz

Placing her green hood over her head

The damp drizzle and dank new forest led

To the site, that must be virginally read

And off she went, with her cape overhead

The fair maid found her home up ahead

And lived forever within a fairytale 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All  Rights reserved

Image from BeverlyMyers Yeomans

That Bridge is Only Simply Imaginary

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Looking forward to the faint light 
Squinting to see the future despite 
Having to travel across the dark bridge 
Stood, observed how wobbly rigged 
Contemplating how to proceed 
Saw darkness and knew my needs
Were filled with fear using eyesight 
Dreaded crossing into the night 
But this was the only path between 
So in my mind, I created a new scene
No longer will my eyes see bleakness 
However, I will to see, only pleasantness 
And I will cross the bridge of flowers 
I will know, that light will give me powers
And I will cross that way because mandatory 
Because that bridge is only simply imaginary

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Photo image from A Poets Haven hosted by Alan Boyles

 

The Healing Place

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The Healing Place

 

Dwelling home under the Aurora Borealis

Haunting you seem, though a palace

From the magnetic fields you breathe

Below the earthen ice and dirt beneath

The perfect place to heal carbonic life

Amidst isolation of mankind, just wildlife

Green and purple hazes of energy streams

She takes her rest sleeping under light beams

And awakens from deathly angels awaiting

Instead goes home, her pneuma pulsating

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Stock image from A Poets Haven hosted by Alan Boles

Remembering You

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Remembering You

 
Grey billowing smoke, seeing embers snap
Down in the valley away from the woods
The bonfire blazes as we sip hot chocolate
Marshmallow caress our lips
The smell of fungi in fall is here
 
Pleasant were our memories of summer
The green grass, the yellow stingers
The laughter playing while tumbling
Barefooted in the warmth of each other
 
But you are gone, and new friends sing
Together our chorus loudly brings
The season of plenty, our time of death
Though distantly, I’ll remember you
As the Blue Bird of Happiness bequest
 
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
Picture from A Poets Haven (I think)
 

Ode To Autumn

 

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Ode To Autumn

Oh beauty, laden with bountiful brilliant leaves 

With the warmth dwindling living dying, watch

As if fainting from the living should be hallowed

Yet, thrilled by the colors greater than imagined

And we sing songs as if we’re native Indians

Around the campfires we celebrate by dancing

Guitars resound gypsy rhythms, embers popping

Yet the blossoms of summer fade from our thoughts

How we forget the suns warmth and green green grass

Seasonal birds sing from leafy trees and telephone wires

And summer sang it’s beauty songs while kicking sand

Short shorts and tank tops accentuated clad bodies

And the radio was loud and years later deafened ears

Oh but burning leaves and roasting smores

Kicking leaves, raking them in piles for the dogs

Throwing straw and bobbing for carnival apples

Riding the ferris wheel while gripping our sweaters

Soon the charade of monster masks and witches

The Pilgrims, corn, cranberries and a huge Thanksgiving

Family friends, wine, and mashed potatoes and veggies

Then fairy lights adorn Christmas trees and shopping

Oh fall, how I adore your greatest offerings

Yet some die, to give others this blessing

 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Thank you Pixabay for the free stock mage

A Sonnet of Autumns Gifts

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A Sonnet of Autumns Gifts

 
The spirit said, “Isn’t it time for autumn’s glow?
Why do you hold onto the warmth of summer’s love?”
Startled by the interrogation thought amused, but was so
Holding to moments, words, reflections, golds and doves
 
“And isn’t it true when the clouds overcast the sky
To those who write, who draw, who tell tales emerge?
Yet, in summer, the activities lure the artists follies, neigh?”
Procrastinating the words that must come, it does urge
 
T’is known, when the snakes retreat, and the bear hibernates
And fires images that dance in your thoughts and you scry
Know too well, the time to create has come and arrived
 
Thus open the doors and welcome inside
Oh, my love of design and writing, how I’ve missed you
That only autumn’s falling golden hues graciously gift
 
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
Thank you Alan Boyles for the free stock image
 

Cat Stevens ~ Sing it Again…. Please

 

 

And what kind of world will we choose
And what kind of friends do you love
And as the USA debates happen soon
What are we as people, what do we mean?

Are we reserved and conservative?
Yes.
Are we loving and desire goodness for all?
Yes
Are we to be used and abused
Or are we to stand independently tall?

So confused about where we’re headed.
The turning point is ~ now

Don’t vote slothfully 
Be careful who you choose
Our nation under seige
Our nation so defused
Don’t be led by any news

I don’t know. I’m so torn about you and me.
I don’t want my dark friends to hurt
I want my pale friends to smile
I want to see my multi colored friends laugh

I hate saying, “She’s black.”
I hate saying, “She’s white.”
Both are lies created by the media

The truth is your kind of pink
And I’m somewhere tanned, I guess.

Giving is more glorious
It’s because I love you

And standing up for self is valiant

So what kind of world shall we choose?

Do you love me too? 
I ask because there are enemies.

 

The Highway To Heaven

The Future
I understand parts of astrology
I do not use it to predict futures,
But use it to see energy that influences environments
and the history where we emerged

 

 

Under the sun of Libra, I was born
October the 9th, like J Lennon and K Osborne
Creative energy came our way doggone
But each determined the history we bayed
In the eastern sky Sagittarius
That determines the real me, to others
And my nodes north and south
Determine where I’ve been, and where going
Is this the heavenly highway of stars?
Did God leave a roadmap to follow?
Never giving power to fate
But giving allegiance to that overcome
And follow a system and influence
Of Godly knowledge and intuition
A gift given to investigators
Hunches, mysteries to lead, to follow
And where are we on the cycle?
Have we been and played the game?
Are we destined to fight a war?
Or are we to succumb to peace?
I look at the stars and see a pattern
I look and know there is more knowledge
And men corrupted by Holy Wars
For control of the masses, so absurd
But, under the canopy of the the sky
I feel a magic, can’t be denied
And God led me here, when just nine
And now sixty-three, almost sixty-four
Denied the stars and their leadings
To take on control and legalisms
But have come home where most happy
Finding God under the canopy of Heaven

 

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Somethings need pondering…
 
 
 
Synergy
(Imagine yourself on a swing flowing back and forth)
With each movement back and forth
Energy moves building between swinging depths
Negative / Positive with each passing sway
Creating a force controlling no boundaries
Is she happy? Is she sad?
This determines the lightening bolt rods
She creates energy that creates power
She is the vessel singing glory
And the fairy lights light passes
Tingling bursts of magnetic energy
But the common denominator is this
The mood she has directs the force
And we are witches that make
The forces the energy the occurrence
Anger/madness/loveliness/hate/beauty/fate
We are God’s sons the engineers
Of where the swinging makes flowers
Or where the swinging creates terrors
So make your world beyond belief
Swing as high, your soul takes
But if swinging low, beware mistakes

The-Art-of-Writing-Query-Letters-for-Writers-Chatting-

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The art of writing is in many beautiful forms and colors.

 

The reason that I started this page is for those of us who want to write – write – write. It is also a page for homeschoolers who are teaching their children how to query their own writing . So having said that please bare this in mind. Most query letters are not X-rated (LOL) unless you are querying an agent for erotica or heavy romance. 

So, here is my reason for starting this page. It is to learn through your experiences of writing queries whether they are positive or negative. We learn through our mistakes and I will share my mistakes, as well, as my accomplishments. My first query, I misspelled a  word. I heard from that agent, but I was embarrassed about the misspelled word… Oh, well… She looked beyond  my misspelled word and that is  unusual. 

Below is what I wrote on my wall and why I want to share freely with my writing friends.

I received another response from a query letter that I sent out regarding my latest novel…and that was a nice surprise. 

It is because Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf, RHYTHM AND MUSE ARTIST SPOTLIGHT, https://susanjoynerstumpf.wordpress.com/meet-poet-susan-joyner-stumpf/, and I were thinking about giving tips to writers about writing query letters, and Susan publishes poetry books. 

The query letter is as important as your novel. It sells you and your novel on one (1) typed page and no more lest your letter be thrown out.There is an online class that you can take by webinar that is put on by a literal agent; however, it is costly ~ $700.00 for 5 lessons. I took the first webinar class and it was, for the most part,  a review of the information that I had read and researched prior to the class.

So, if anyone is interested in learning and discussing the “how to,” write one. Then please let me know. I’ve read 3 books and picked many minds about the in and outs of the proper way to write them.

I’ve only sent 5 out to agents but have received 2 responses from the 5 so I must be doing something right. It is customary not to receive any responses for years or for several (like hundreds) of querying.

If you are interested in having an online chat with each other, learning as we go, then let me know…

I’m starting to work FT with 75% traveling, so a set time will be next to impossible except on weekends and evenings, but I’m still interested in learning so that I’m not spinning my wheels like many of you know so well. This is a learning chat. 

 

 

Please visit and join my FB site. Thank you and write – write – write… 

https://www.facebook.com/The-Art-of-Writing-Query-Letters-for-Writers-Chatting-1803609986545421/

 

My intro on my FB page:

You are a writer (I need new glasses… my eyesight wrote water instead of writer and thats why we need each other!).

When you are so compelled to write that the desire is so strong that nothing can stop you. Most writers are not on The New York Times best sellers list. They are your neighbors, your children, and are abundant. It is stated that four out of five people want to write their stories. The competition is huge, but it’s generally friendly and supportive to all writers because we understand the compelling force that drives one to write whether it’s poetry or stories, lyrics to screenplays.

Number two:

First I want to tell you that you Do Not have to buy a book on Literay agents. With a little research by surfing the web, you can find free listings; HOWEVER, (underlined and in BOLD understanding) always verify the agents name and address and what their genre is. 

This is rule number one… The agents will immediately throw your work into file 13 (the trash) if you haven’t cared enough about them to research their genre and something about them. Your editor/agent wants to have a working relationship with you. This is important. Do your research.

Number three:

This is a web site that wants you to pay for his book; however, he is kind enough to post some of the literary agents. It will be up to you to check whether or not the agent is still employed at that literary house and you can do that research by going to the agencies web site and seeing their agents names. That agent will post their specific genre’s. 

http://literaryagencies.com/members/pg/69/

 

Number four: And this is a repeat from above so, here it is again. Feel free to skip number four… 

The reason that I started this page is for those of us who want to write, write, write. It is also a page for homeschoolers who are teaching their children how to query their own writing. So having said that please bare this in mind. Most query letters are not X-rated (LOL) unless you are querying an agent for erotica or heavy romance. 

So, here is my reason for starting this page. It is to learn through your experiences of writing queries whether they are positive or negative. We learn through our mistakes and I will share my mistakes, as well, as my accomplishments. My first query, I misspelled a word. I heard from that agent, but I was embarrassed about the misspelled word… Oh, well… She looked beyond it and that is unusual. 

Below is what I wrote on my wall and why I want to share freely with my writing friends.

I received another response from a query letter that I sent out regarding my latest novel… Author Susan Joyner-Stumpf and I were thinking about giving tips to writers about writing query letters. The query letter is as important as your novel. It sells you and your novel on one (1) typed page and no more lest your letter be thrown out.There is an online class that you can take by webinar that is put on by a literal agent: however, it is costly ~ $700.00 for 5 lessons. So, if anyone is interested in learning and discussing the “how to,” write one. then please let me know. I’ve read 3 books and picked many minds about the in and outs of the proper way to write them. I’ve only sent 5 out to agents but have received 2 responses from the 5 so I must be doing something right. It is customary not to receive any responses for years or for several (like hundreds) of querying. If you are interested in having an online chat with each other, learning as we go, then let me know… I’m starting to work FT with 75% traveling, so a set time will be next to impossible accept on weekends and evenings, but I’m still interested in learning so that I’m not spinning my wheels like many of you know so well.

 

Number five:

I’ve had to correct much of my spelling errors (lol) on my WordPress page and here… My eyesight is horrific but soon will be getting a new eyeglass prescription! Yea! Thats exciting to be able to see and hopefully spell…

 

Number six:

So, this is where I found my 5 literary agents to query. On this website it will show the agents picture, a little bio and what their genre is for accepting query letters. Some of the agents do take poetry; however, Susan and Deborah publish poetry and most of you know both of them. 

Your assignment will be to go through this list and select 5 agents that suits your writing style. Also, please look at the books they’ve published and notice if their publications match you and your style. Keep in mind when you write your query letter you will mention who you think that your writing style matches and why you think so, in one sentence. I underline one sentence because you only have one page to query. Remember anymore pages than one will be more than likely discarded.

Always be polite.

 

 
Welcome message… 7 Insider Secrets to Get a Top Agent, Publisher, and Book Deal (65 minutes) Press the play button below now to listen or click here to download the file (left-click or right-click the link, then select “Save Link As”). Click here to view and/or download a free PDF transcript of this…
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Number seven:
 

When I listened to the free webinar on how to write effective query letters, I was amazed at how many writers never knew about having to query agents. 

So, here are some things to ask yourself and I must admit, I’m still asking myself: What is my book or poetry about? What is the core belief or genre that I’m writing from or what point of view does it arise from? Such as, is it spiritual, is my writing romance, horror, Christian, Islamic, or from what belief was it written? 

These are still hard questions that at times I still ask myself. I must ask people who have read my novel their opinions. Sometimes writers just write and are unaware of the point of perspective their work deflects. 

I wish that I had taken notes about the purpose of the novel or what it was that I was trying to convey to my audience, but hindsight is 20/20…

 

 

Number eight:

One other tidbit from the query webinar (number one ) was this question was raised and was what I had been wondering about. I know many writers ask this same question.

If I self publish, is my writing eliminated automatically from publishing houses?

I think about this often and have been reluctant to self publish. But the first agent that contacted me about my novel was first of all wanting 95% of the royalties for a $20.00 book and 7% of a $14.00 book and 3% of a $7.00 book… YIKES! Thats not worth it to me and by the way she was from a large publishing house so self publishing was more desirable than giving away a novel that I’ve worked on for 6 years. Also, when she found out that I put a copy-write on my book she was then hesitant and reluctant. In fact she said, “Oh, no you don’t have one.” And, I didn’t know what she meant and was stumped by her statement. 

The réponse from the literary agent who gave the webinar was somewhat vague. However, she did say things are changing somewhat. She also added, if your written work has been on FB or has had any internet exposure you as the writer need to be upfront because there are some legal factors that will be involved. 

One factor is who owns the copyright? Major publishing houses want the unblemished copyright and once its published even on FB, it’s published, so be careful. She also added that some publishers will work around this situation, but the major publishers are still skittish and she didn’t state which ones that she was referring to.

 

Number nine:

If anyone has any experience in writing query letters to agents or publishers please feel free to share your insights with us. Pretty-please…

 

Number ten:

So, you have finished your manuscript and it’s been edited a few thousand times, and of course I’m exaggerating, but many eyes (that you trust to tell you honestly) have read it and has helped you to make changes to better your story, punctuation, grammar and spelling, etc, and now you’re ready to find your agent… This is when it’s time to look for the agent. Simon and Schuster will not accept manuscripts directly. You must have an agent, so better get looking. 

Find the agent that fits you and your genre. Query one time to the agents office. If she/he thinks your story is better suited for another agent in that office, then the agent will hand over the manuscript to another agent. Feel proud at this moment because that means the first agent read enough of it, and was thoughtful enough, to put your prize manuscript into the possible right agent…

 

Number eleven:

The role of your editor and they all do different services. Know what they do and will do for you. Important!  Always get a contract. Some editors check grammar and spelling while others help strengthen your story. Ask before you two begin. Know what you want and need. Be clear and specific.

Before your manuscript is ready for submission to an agent, as I stated in the last post, you should have found an editor. Each editor does different things for you and you hire them according to the services they provide. You will give them a word count and it depends on your computer writing system such as IBooksAuthor (which I use on a MAC) or Word. IBooksAuthor on Mac always gives a lesser page count than Word. And, Word will run 200 pages + IBooksAuthor. I don’t know why, but it does and varies hugely, so go by word count. 

I want to talk about my first editor Sara who is an adjunct professor of English at a college in Tennessee. Sara was more of a dramaturg and took my novel (2013) from 125 pages to over 500. Her role was awesome as she picked my mind to tell her more about the story. She asked for more description and I found that after I finished with her services, that was written in a contract for one year. In that year ‘s time, she read the whole novel three times and made suggestions and returned the book to me. Then I corrected and wrote more about her questions or suggestions. Then she read and suggested more, and then again, I corrected, then she did a finale edit and the year was finished. We talked on the phone during that year very few times as her time was limited since she was a professor and I had strict times to call her, if I needed to ask a question and that was always after her church times on Sunday afternoons. Sara was extremely organized and professional. 

Everyone needs an editor initially like Sara and I can’t thank her enough for bringing the story to life. I was not telling the story any longer, but the story told it’s own story. When she finished with the three edits, she said, “This book is far from being finished. You will need more and more eyes on it. It’s not publishable, yet.” 

I knew she was telling me the honest truth. So then, my daughter read it and made her suggestion and was more of a grammar, spelling and punctuation editor. I also read it ~ again (for about the 10th time). 

I have read my novel at least 25 to 30 times at this point and I know the story fairly well. You see, stories tell their story and the author is like a channeler. We listen and write, we listen and write and the story might not ever end until it ends itself. The author is a vessel or a medium for sensing a story that wants to be told. The author simply listens and writes. Stories often don’t recognize time such as present tenses or past tenses and the story gets conbolulated in chaos and the editor helps the writer sort out the chaos and mess that earthly time demands of writers through the use of proper grammar and editors sort the mess out by asking questions that are often confusing. The writer must summon the characters in the story to ask what time was that when that happen> How old were you? What year was that? Who was present? Etc, you get the point? 

So, then I had and still have two more editors. Each editor does something different. 

The costs vary and I went to a NY editor once and he read the first chapter. He praised my work (so far) however to finish the editing would be ~ $5,000.00 and people, from a NYC editor, thats cheap. They run up into the $20,000.00+ range. 

Where to find editors? Ask around. Check your local colleges English department and ask if there is an English major who might be interested in editing your manuscript. They charge by word and it’s usually around $0.29 (cents/word). My manuscript has roughly 149,000 words x 29 cents = (I rounded my word count to 150,000 words to include citations and wrap ups) $4,300.00 … and the cost is WAY OVER MY BUDGET! Forty-three hundred dollars! So, I keep searching…But this is the average cost. So the NYC editor is reasonable compared to the next college professor that I selected. 

Bottom line, editing isn’t cheap. 

By the way in case you’re wondering, editors use editors…. 🙂

 
 
 
 
Number twelve:

 

So ~ Now, that you understand that editing services are costly, and you also understand that editors use editors, and that editing is a MUST, and you’ve completed the editing cycle then you are ready for an agent. Your search for the right agent begins. 

Remember: Find the literary agent that fits you genre. Do your homework. Search the web on Google ‘Images’ for the way to set up your query letter. See link for an example. You can also find templates on WORD, or IBooksAuthor and use them. 

Just google query letter images and it will give you many pictures of the right and wrong way that you should set up your query letter. 

Try this picture that I captured and notice that its one page only..

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 Number thirteen:
 
Earlier, I explained that I have queried 5 literary agents and of the 5, I’ve received 2 responses that were positive. Keep in mind a literary agent can receive 1,000 queries per day. They usually contact the author within 3 months, if they like what you’ve written. However, (usually) you will not receive any confirmation since they get 1,000/day.
 
Here’s what you will need to have written and edited before you contact the agent. They are all different and ask for different things for submission and they will tell you on their website.
 
I always submit by online services. By mail is totally different than on line guidelines. Be sure to read, read, read their submission rules. Again, all are very different.
 
Normally have ready:
#1 Your query letter.
#2 A short bio. (one page)
#3 A synopsis of story (a couple of pages) READ THEIR GUIDELINES FOR SUBMISSION!
#4 Be prepared to send them at least 3 chapters.
 
They may ask for the entire manuscript, but so far, the agents that I have queried have asked for chapters 1, 2, and 3. One asked for the entire manuscript. Or have asked for the first 50 pages.
 
Each are different and please follow their guidelines. The agents say, if you don’t follow their guidelines then your manuscript will be trashed and don’t query until 6 months later or whenever they say to re-submit.
 
They are sticklers for doing things the right way so be prepared.
ALL ARE DIFFERENT, so read their guidelines. 
Number fourteen:
Hypothetically, if I was a literary agent receiving 1,000 queries per day and the first thing I read is my name misspelled or the wrong genre, then that query would be discarded. (sad face ~ all that work only to be thrown n file 13).
However, If I receive a 1,000 queries per day and I’ve read that my name was correct and the genre is right then I might begin to read the writers opening or hook.
 
The opening has a hook in it that grabs the agent more than the other 999 queries she/he received on Monday morning or on any other day where she has another 1000 queries on my desk. The agent has received 5,000 per week and the writers query must be better than all the queries she has read for over a period of time (maybe even a year or so. They don’t publish all writers, even if, they get past the excellent query letter the writer composed.)
 
The Hook: The reason she/he is absolutely compelled to keep reading the writers submission query. Let’s say she/he got through the entire query letter. She/he is okay with what was read and maybe the writer made her/he laugh or the writer connected with the agent because the writer did their homework and found a matching characteristic or a similarity between the agent and the writer.
 
On the agents bio she/he may have their blog where the query writer can visit and read and find that binding commonality that causes the agent to want to continue reading the writers bio, synopsis and the agent might request more chapters… But, be real, don’t just create a commonality. Phoniness will eventually shine through and is deceitful. Have integrity while finding your reasons for querying this agent. 
 
If I was the literary agent then the query letter might refer to the fact that I love animals and so do they, or the writer may have visited my WordPress blog and found a poem that I wrote that made them feel or connect to me because ~ And here is where the writer of the query uses one or two sentences to state that connection. Example: “I loved your poem called ‘Going Home.’ I related to returning home like The Parodical Son.” Don’t elaborate too much as you have one page to query.
 
Do you see and read and understand what I’m writing about? You must find (do your research) that common core that will create a lasting working kindred relationship (that your agent wants) for the length of your writing career.

Happy writing and I hope I’ve helped you, as much as, I have helped myself by organizing and by understanding the art of writing query letters. The very best to all writers. 

 

Manifesting, Supernatural Warfare

 

 

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Year 2012 in Spring I took this picture from my iPhone. The image was found accidentally as I was photographing our bonfire

 

Manifesting, Supernatural Warfare the Elements of, and things to remember when you battle.

 

There are 4 things that imperative for doing spiritual warfare and they are:

One: Keep your eyes set on your purposes. In other words see your desired end result in your mind, heart and creative imagination. Do not waver, even if you become afraid. God expects us to be afraid as this is human. Fear s not a sin in itself, but it is a learning tool used to prepare you to stand before your enemy/crisis. We all have fears though some humans are more anxious and fearful than others and though’s people are “seers.” They see things before it happens. Are they always right? No, but they are sensitive to the outer vibrational forces that might be threatening the surroundings or environment. Their mission is to put their seeing and sensitivity in check so they can achieve the mission.

 

Two: Believe beyond a shadow or doubt. They can not be swayed against their foresight. Without belief “It is impossible to please God.” What ever your dream, vision, desire, heart’s desire one must believe. “You have not because you ask not.” You must ask and believe with a plan otherwise chaos will manifest. Have a plan or course set before God.

 

Three: Before you begin, pray your prayers of protection over you. This should be number one, but you must have a plan before you begin. Pray over your plans and the initiation of the plans. Always be on high alert. Use love and peace that increases the vibration quantum force of your speaking forth of your plan. Anger and fear are strong but you will create better success using love and peace even in front of your enemies. However, there is a time to yell and scream. It’s not a total rule out. 

 

Four: Know that you have weapons given to you by God and they are not carnal. These gifts can pull down mighty strongholds. You must believe (number two) and you must know and understand that you are worthy of these gifts. God gave them to you. There are no men “worthy,” don’t you know this? Now, you must believe he gave you the power to become The Sons of God. USE THE GIFT! It’s yours. God said so. 

 

Make it so captains!

Have a splendid day soldiers of the supernatural!

 

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In The name of my Lord Yeshua here are reminders he’s taught me.

Decisions

 

 

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Standing quietly still trying to discern which way to go
The red clay road travelled was meandered with assurance
But now ~ so it seems ~ the future felt terribly vague
You see ~ the path changed because of life and death
All alone she stood on the portage trail pondering
Was she a ghost having trekked this journey before?
Or who was she in this existence called a woman’s life
There were so many questions before she set foot
However the fog rolls in behind the place of odyssey
And a decision must be made on the quest for identity

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Poetry ~ About Choices, and Cancer

 

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Equine maiden

Passing through the woods in early fall

Barefooted on equine while holding lantern

Looking for owl that was lost

Calling, echoing her voice she summoned

The fowl who warns of mishaps, before

 

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My mother, Babe,  1925-2011 Survived cancer twice. Beat it 22 years past the textbook prognosis

 

Cancer Awareness

Hands perched set ready to play

The storms brew darkness its overhead

Bolts of lights flashed roaring thunder

She quietly waited anticipating the time

The maestro had not raised arms

The timing fell on absolute terms

A war of might and wills

The energy to live or surrender

The eagle soared sending her hope

lights pushed through darkness forebodings

Calmly she entered the battle field

Knowing winning is always assured

Earthly or Heavenly choices be won

The Earthly winnings her families prayers

And heaven’s gates the entrance home

The melody she plays is her song

Baroque or Brahms or Souza or Messiah

She smiles as she leaves the gates of hell

 

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Cancer Awareness

The diary she keeps is important

Someone will read and cry one day

What she writes will touch her mother

Perhaps it will reach her brother

Keeping thoughts happy and positive

Yet she wants to cry and wilt

What she writes effects many others

But, she wants to write her fears and tears

She is frightened of what maybe

Beyond this place this seat of serenity

Legs crossed, reading for help, hoping~

Perhaps a Bible quote to get her past

The hellish droughts of loneliness and heart

Who is brave for such a young warrior

Who will smile for her this day?

The nurse, the doctor, the chaplain or priest

But what about her she’ll leave

What about the plans she made

What about this life we live

what about our desires and dreams

What about daddy and Uncle Ben

And will I see them again?

I know The Bible promises

But really, what if, what if, what if?

Really? What if this is all a dream?

 

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The Labyrinth

Dark is the night and the walls tall

shadows cast here and here

The air is still yet chilly cold

The man with the flashlight must go

The path is uncertain

The entrance is dark

So many ways and which is best?

Ancient it seems, perhaps ghosts

The gray of the walls, sinister, no doubt’

Quiet, no sounds echoing

Sounds of nothingness all around

The man and a flashlight, but for what reason?

Turn around man, have you lost your noggin?

This is no place to be alone walking

Who are you tricking the maze of misfortunes

Go back before it’s too late

 

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Our Walls

The silences deadly and no one in sight

Just a bare path the forge by yourself

Walls of concrete; walls of steel

Walls surrounding me wherever I stood

Looking up the walls beyond my sight

Surrounded by concrete hammering in

And nowhere to turn accepting the walls

What was i to do but look and stare

No strength to forge the slippery sides

No where to punch a hole in its side

And here I was not being free

The encasement surrounded my fears with me

Sitting there collapsing in hopelessness

The walls so large only Goliath could pierce

So there I stayed days on end

Growing hungry for food and water

I wanted more, and not these walls

Contemplating and asking how to get out

Meditated for days on end

Weary and famished my heart almost failed

Then one day a bird sang above

Blue feathers, The Bluebird of happiness came

He stayed there singing for such a time

Speaking bird talk that seems to rhyme

And the little critter sang hope to me

And in its song I started to see

I put the walls around myself

Doing the things I’d not cared about

Trapped by so many things of life

Made drastic decisions to free myself

And now when I see men encased

I sing like the bluebird and wait till their able

To hear a tune that sets them free

breaking the cement prisons that be

Singing a lesson for captives that wilt

Break the walls of slavery and get out!

Do what you want without the chains

Sing like a Lark free as the bird

The walls are always there my friend

It’s up to you to bring them down

The battle rests in your mind

Taking action to change the heavy pains

And free yourself from incarceration

By doing everything with appreciation

And dance under a full moon

Sing an aria out of tune

Make a fool of yourself sometimes

Because laughing tears ~ the walls crumble down

 

 

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The Gold Door

Strutting slowly she moves with grace

Into gold hues of Autumns embrace

Prepared for the door of illumination

Destined she knows something with anticipation

With each step brown leaves fall

Her gown’s train decorated with acorns

The summer vestments she shed yore

Into the light! The slumber calls

And she will rest with winter

Until Spring awakens the sleeping beauty

 

 

 

Unknown

Story Book Houses

The house on the corner resembles a church

The family died leaving their monument

We wondered if it was filled with ghosts

I loved that old manor when I was a kid

Stopping friends from throwing stones

Imaginations of a parallel world inside

And I a writer, that abbey beckoned me

So there in the gardens I sat feeling it

The voices from within started chatting

Listening to their woes and joys, I wrote

 

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Decisions

Standing quietly still trying to discern which way to go
The red clay road travelled was meandered with assurance
But now ~ so it seems ~ the future felt terribly vague
You see ~ the path changed because of life and death
All alone she stood on the portage trail pondering
Was she a ghost having trekked this journey before?
Or who was she in this existence called a woman’s life
There were so many questions before she set foot
However the fog rolls in behind the place of odyssey
And a decision must be made on the quest for identity

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The Path

 

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The Path

Whistling with the birds at sunrise

Walking a wooden path on a hillside

The rays of sunlight came to greet me

And the birds twitted amongst the trees

The squirrels frolicked across the planks

And I meandered the painting of God’s picture

Expecting only brilliance at the end

A country fairground in the meadow

A carousel of horses going round

And pink cotton-candy to eat

And music from a pipe organ

Skaters dancing to the beat

And then I return at evening

The sun reflects similarly

And I follow the path homeward

And thank God for the diversity

Of imagination

 

 

 

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Man being God

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Thank you Pixabay for the image

Man being God

Created beautiful; however, she is a machine

Made at nineteen within green collagen amines
Born caesarean within fluid of compound proteins
Merging quickly from the shell of a Pinto Bean hull
Though she acted like a Mexican Jumping Bean birthing
Grey plastic skin and human breath convened in her
Dawning a skirt of crinoline looking as a closet queen
Her weaponry: Nicotine, thiamine, and mescaline
Like a spider she spins a labyrinth of fibrous webs
Her energy is alluring like that of Mary Magdalene
She uses the active matrix screen to capture any prey
There is nothing about her that is serene, just spot keen
She is man’s invention ~ playing God ~ how unforeseen
She is obscene, a beautiful tartarine, smoke screen
And lastly ~ she is impossible to destroy.

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She’s a Spy

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She is a spy

Wearing pearls that speak of innocence 

And extremely educated diligent citizen

Wearing cocktail black and a hat to hide 

A face diversified, she’s been worldwide

Her eyes that watch and see, matched with 

Her keen sense of intuitive deductions and myths

How polished and demure she appears

A graduate of the finest finishing school of cavaliers

And she sips like a lady from the china tea cup

However, underneath is a stealth spy dressed up

To play he game of cat and mouse and await

The counter spy who articulates secrets of misappropriate

Coming from her home ~ The Department of State 

 

 

 

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