Quarks and Atoms

 

Similar to a galaxy spinning in time
Measures and degrees relations to physics
Worlds and molecules and atoms be
Thicker, heavier, denser or sparse
Spinning in their community on a coarse
United by their gravity and specific force
Ignoring mankind as it flows in unison
Though truly mankind rarely notices
Tiny quarks and black space not hidden
Just so small, but significantly living
Wildly busy and holding prayers
The littlest places, but no one cares
But in the tunnels black between quarks
The energy moves vibrating this heaven
The space between iron and chemical seven
Make a place that causen weights to levin
Billions and trillions of atoms maybe
Your eyes, so that you can see
A world of beauty beyond this place
A world of atoms of molecules and me

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

Doodles by me

Day 9. Deducing Assumptions

Examine and deduce like a scientist who allows for grace and mercy
Examine and deduce like a scientist who allows for grace and mercy

“You who have tried to be justified by the law are alienated by Christ.”

Galatians 5:4

I don’t have to talk the same as you, nor do you have to think like me either. I don’t have to dress like you either, nor do you have to look like me. As a matter of fact, we can resemble Renoir or the opposite, Picasso.

You are free to be yourself. Please, don’t look like the guy on tv, and please, don’t talk like her either. I might judge you wrongly.

We all judge. It is innate, intuitive, god given and it is protective. However, while deducing a circumstance or person subtract your personal possibilities of error from the equation. Figure out the percentage of miscalculations or delusions that are made within your assumptions and subtract them from your/my judgements.

Deducing renders grace and mercy. The two are not in the absolutes of black or white judgements. Grace and Mercy are found in grey ares.

Then, I consider killers and murderers. I think they are subject to God’s hands; I’m not equipped to see the whole picture, lucky for them.

One Good Thing About Winter

Deadwood or reinvention
Deadwood or reinvention

Winter is the writer’s savory confections.
Grey days, rain, ice and snow evoke emotions.
Aroma’s of soup, candles, and fragrances allure affection’s
However Spring’s hope invite relief, from winter’s burdens.

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Sometimes, in winter humans cry.
Grey clouds hover, as if, a veil dropped
A dullness covers the mind from on high.
It seems that, creativity and sanity, somehow swapped.

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Oh, but I love Winter, Spring and Fall.
Grey summer sun rising, illuminates The Earth’s horizon,
and witnessed, temporarily, in the summer’s squall,
Nevertheless, the amber fire warms’ emotions of the winter writer’s action.

A Cold Day In Summer 2011

The Coldest Day In SummerThe Day My Mother Died
The Day My Mother Died 

 

She had wisdom; yet, I am wise.

sometimes the witches clashed

not to our surprise

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Mother, daughter, lives and the time

We believed a mishap

Reality knew all that’s sublime

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Lessons learned and some not

All underneath us

Lost, not forgot

~

Mother and daughter

Time gone

Springs cleansed the white water

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It will take us both home.

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My mother always said, “It is not money that is the root of all evil. No, it is the lack of money that is the evil.”

I believe her now. 

 

 

About Goong-Gok and Imaginary Friends

Is this Goong-Gok?
Is this Goon-Ghok? Mimsi Asks.

Goon-Ghok came with Jacob

on December 7, 2010. They entered our world.

Goon-Ghok

He popped into Jacob’s world.

before Jacob was merely one,

They gibbered about topics and things

that Jacob thought was fun.

He laughed at the entity

That no one else, could see

And, baby talked with Goon-Ghok

I asked, “Would you introduce me?”

 

Then, Goon-Ghok stayed 

until Jacob turned three.

Jabbered over his tasks in life?

Saving, only, that Jacob could see.

One-day, Mimsi asked, where’d Goon-Ghok go?

 “I don’t know.” Jacob replied,

He forgot about life’s entrance friend.

And, Earth time began, sadly, when Goon-Ghok died. 

Our childhood angels.

Jacob says, “no, Mimsi, that’s not Goon-Ghok (in the above picture that I drew). This is.”

Jacob points to the purple aliens and names them in the bottom picture.

Right back one is Goon-Ghok.
Right back one is Goon-Ghok.

Imagination, it’s a terrible thing to loose…

And, Jacob? Mimsi thinks Jacob will one day create a fabulous story.

The gift of the writer’s is Imagination,

Late Friends and Tiny Reminders

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My late friend gave this joker music box.
I’ll never forget her words as I glanced at the Jack.
She said, “I don’t know why, but I knew I had to get this for you. It reminds me of you. A liitle weird.”
Her death at 57 years of age was too early. And, this music box plays, I’ll go on forever,” oddly on it’s own from time to time.

Thinking of you, CJ.

Impish Children Fables For Jacob By Mimsi (bojenn)

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Blondie locks, four, thinks she’s seven.
At Antoines five star taste of Heaven.
Tinkering a plate between index and thumb
Delinquent smile.
Oh, Blossoms impish Madame.
Parents laugh and look away
“precious daughter”… Of dismay
Rolling eyes, serious frowns
Precocious brat!
You should be home,
in a nightgown!
Child of Bohemian parents
donned in pricey Boho vestments.
The plate falls and the salad sprawls
On polished black leather shoes
Demanding an apology for certain
But not behind a curtain!
Blondie’s laughter and her sitting backwards
Was more than the client could take
His finger points, “Your brat’s a naughty disaster!
But dad mocks an answer of defiant laughter.
Then, mom and pop’s hand waved, “excuse you!”
sending the scolding patron “adieu.”
So, their darling escaped rebuke
Squirming uncontrolled, followed a puke
Because, mom and pop passe’
chose to look the opposite way
Little blondie muse dismissed tonight
At Antoine’s, perhaps?
A monetary foresight
And whispers tell that drive-through windows are where
Blondie dines with mom and pop.
Now Antoines flourishes again, as usual
And blondie left unpolished and sadly still willful…

© Copyright 2013. Bojenn All rights reserved.

Dream 4/3/13

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This isn’t my picture, but if I knew who captured it’s powerful message I would give credit. I love this picture.
Calling it, Gaining Control, Again.

There was traffic
An intersection
A bridge above
Traffic at a light or moving slowly.
A child on a huge horse
Horse out of control
Running with child, an infant and another child on it’s back
The older child couldn’t control
I saw it going down
Very bad circumstance
I, and two other mothers jumped out of stopped cars to help stop the horse
One caught the reins the other two lifted the children off to safety
They were okay
So was the horse
Then, my parked car held up traffic
I got in and drove away after police arrived

This was the dream that awakened me.
Any thoughts?

A Thank You

My note of thanks to all who have “liked” my stuff. If I haven’t made a personal thank you on yiur page please forgive me as I’ve been working, sleeping and boondoggling, way too much.

So, thank you. Please visit more often AND write me a note to say howdy, you’ve come and gone and will return soon, I hope.

Thanks, bojenn

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Do come again.

Please bring your goat, next time.

The King’s Duel

 

 

 

 

 

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The Final Question?

Can the deep insightful King of Clubs

raise the final victory
over the overachieving
game playing
often clever
king of Diamonds?

Swords raised
not a final nod.
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
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…”

And so,
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 wellbred 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 her 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.

Copyright 2010

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Spaguetting Along

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The Queen of Spaguettes wrote Spagetti songs

All red slippery syllables so sweet

The scallions savory smells

Saute’d speeking scrumptious swirls

Sultry sounds sung with a beat

Spooning spegetti thickly it seems

Our mistakes of spelling and semi colons, not teamed

And The Queen of Spaguttes continued singing her psalms

in delusions of grandiur resulting all night long

Thinking how clever her rhymes beamed

until reviewers pointed her poerty unclean

So smiling she smiled The Queen of spagueetes bid goodbye

all in a year and a day…

For no spags visited or asked her to play.

Seems she gave that silly spaguette crown away…

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The Red Ruby Slippers Dripped In Milk And Honey

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Some wandered forty years
A tribe of nomads seeking, something unknown.

Wanting desperately the milk and honey
And finding the desert of dried bones.

Hot the sun it burned me
In the summers continuous

Sweltering thirst in this parched land
Thickened tongues will lap

The freshness of the cool waters
And napping in cool grass

Longing greatly for comforts
Seeking what I had not.

Then dreaming came a messenger
Speaking of the land in my heart

And wanting the land I longed for
Lived in the caves from the start.

And as simply as longing for water
Could just prey the designs as smart.

Then no longer wander the desert
But my shoes will follow my part.

Amazed, stand I, looking down
Seeing the sparkly red shoes

And The Land
flowing with Milk and Honey
Is here
Was there
Always.
Right at the end of my toes.

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