Gabriel Watches The Seas

 

A fast river flowed
A mind that perceived and not in overload
All knowing, all seeing, all being ~ to all
An oracle, her majesty, the watcher of walls
She bore the tears of other’s tending waters
Swells of oceans from turbulent troubles
And as she reflected on this chaotic disorder
She considered Earth and all it’s living matter
Embracing the tearful whirlpools ~ seen splattered
The pain and sorrows of all living ~ who’re battered
Scolding Saturn’s returns that rapes the fallen left tattered
Casting the attacker’s troubles down the river of sorrows
Flushing the toilet of madder patterns that’ve saddened
Taking on all flying daggers and smacking all the stabbers
Trying to Free all souls bound on Earth ~ as ordered
Gabriel, the angel who is the watchman mother
Her sword drawn to defend, we common
From demons, lawless lawmen, and loving the forgotten
Defending mankind and animals causing circles of water
Arguing devils, their disdain and silencing their disappointment
Loosing the kingdom once enslaving the living
And Gabriel watches the seas and rivers movements
Sweet bergamot permeates, when all the living are freed
Until then, she executes Gods ordinances on those venomous vipers
And the polluted waters flow, in her mind, back to the prince of darkness
 
 
 
K♣️
 
12/25/2016 © Bonnie Jennings ♎️♐️ All Rights Reserved

Thank you GIF maker… Your name was not included and I wish that I could give an attribution to your art….

The Glory of Solomon’s God

 

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Behold the artistry of God’s seasons of living

Majestic colors to thoroughly assimilate His gift

Each colorful leaf strokes the faith of believing 

That something grander exists and kissed

Those who are able to see

The masterpiece by God ~ left for you and me

K♧


©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights reserved

Once Upon an Era

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once upon an era

 

an ancient flight of stairs stood hidden, housing thicket tinamous.

 

prehistoric birds of flight embedded homes within the stones 

 

unearthing a civilization somewhere in mexico

 

inhabiting calendar stones and relishing being alone

 

until one day came a humankind reveling in, adoring the eras and thrones

 

leaving the thicket tinamous to find new tombstones

 

thus the ancient stairs of rock delightfully homed the ancient birds that took to flight

K♧





 ©October 2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved


Image from A Poet’s Haven hosted by Alan Boyles

A Poetry Challenge entry

The Circle of Life

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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 three 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 who entered our forest

and without invitation, the hawk soared forewarning

the dove in turn echoes cooing which entered space

of ears of 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

~

©2015 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

First attempt

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

 

~

 

©2015 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved