Tiptoe Past The Moonlight

We tiptoed on the path covered with moonlight

The canoe awaited for our swift quiet arrival there

Hanging fragrantly in the moist thick hot night air

The aromas of Night Blooming Jasmine lingered

No persons found within our sight of envisions

No wanting dogs needed attending

Oddly there were no monkeys taking bananas

Just you and I escaping the matrix of daytime

Hopefully unseen by anything that tells stories

Into the unbalanced boat I step, you brace me

Next, your turn, now sitting like galant dancers

Off you gently push from the wooden stakes

Carefully making no sounds disturbing livestock

Paddling deep and hard, yet ever so slowly

Into the dark, into the night, within the canoe

Down the river to never land moving forward

Hands on my shoulders oh so warm my friend

Counting the sways of water beneath our breath

The heat is boiling with the sweltering skin

The stars watch the volcano erupting with flares

And then the twinkling of the stars applaud

The heavens giggled as if it’s a happy child

We dove into fresh clean water just to swim

The moonlights the water above our chins

Climbing on board gaining complete composure

Snuggling up within the warmth of each other

Start rowing back to the wood on the deck

Tying the canoe amidst the limbs of the Jasmine

Up on the pathway leading back into the matrix

The Moon light tips it’s hat “good night”

As the Suns first beams of lights hit the horizon

And we wave farewell as we bid our goodbyes

BoJenn Feb 1 2019

Many a Friend

There were times past that I saw you laugh

And sometimes I saw you weep and cry

I’ve watched you say things as a youngster

And have heard your utterances as an adult

Many years have passed with our plates full

Of children, of caretakers, of cooks, and brooms

One day soon we’ll say, goodbye, many friends

One day, yes it’s true, we will nod our farewells

And turn towards the suns light and somewhere

Else we shall go and begin again a journey to

Another place making up a circle ⭕️ of living

Knowing others seemingly familiar to us

As if all happenings and moments were surreal

Just walking up the staircases is expected

And all lives are living collectively in orders

Swaying sands heated or cold moves in unison

And the DNA is only the superscripted tags

Of where our origins from the rocks on galaxies

Took place.

K♣️

BoJenn January 30, 2019

Freezing

But, I don’t want to follow you

I had to share my note about this poem so that next year when FB asks if I remember writing this I can say, yes, that was the time in winter (cold for us in East Tx 2019)that our heat and air conditioning caught fire 🔥 and staying in my home because of my animals during the low temperatures was crazy! But, it was a huge learning experience. This poem reflects my thoughts in the middle of the 5 days of freezing 🥶… the last line reveals my anger towards God or Elohim one of our gods.

Freezing hands, they are cold

The air from my mouth and nostrils is weak

The capturing of the sun goddess took time

But, it was accomplished like an animal in knots

A trap allures by temptations and it’s death slow

Why do you do this to the ones you love, master

Is your child utterly vicious and cruel

You let him have its way, huh?

You allow its perverse pleasures to manifest

But why?

You are the good one, right? Can you not be trusted?

Have you no strength or parenthood principles

Stop it! Stop it now! For you are the father of our lights.

You are the one song about throughout the land.

Stop your children from doing harm

Please, my hands are cold.

My breath is weak.

And life is moving on

But I pray that I’m not with you

BoJenn winter 2019

The Handmaid’s Tale

I want to salute Margaret Atwood.

She wrote and developed the novel The Handmaid’s Tale.

This book spoke to me this weekend tremendously. Some people asked if I was okay after I wrote poetry. My poetry moved from her ideas of religious bigotry. It reminded me of Bosnia and the young innocent women who the world turned their backs on while they were being cruelly raped and destroyed. It happened. We didn’t understand and we ignored the pleas for help and deaths of young innocent women.

Though Margarette Atwood’s novel is not about Bosnia, it is about the enforcement of beliefs on others. It is about loosing freedoms because of a group (in this case religious) insisting their ideology on others.

The novel is exquisitely produced. The impact of the forceful efforts and responses of an overwhelming zealous mindset is astounding and changes a free country (the USA).

I ask and perhaps you do too, could this terror occur in America or maybe somewhere else. I think it’s possible when people become (utterly driven) with their ideas of being right. So, yes, something horrible could occur.

Well written Margaret Atwood. Thank you for your insight that you so bravely offered.

I appreciate your thoughts. I highly recommend this novel.

If you’ve read it or seen the series on Hulu please respond.

Thank you

Please let me know your thoughts about her novel.

There Is A Hunter

The winters cold hovered that evening

The horizon was clouded within the fog

The nights air was loomed with moisture

There was an eery gloom to the beauty

The owls silently perched on naked branches

The echoes from howling were afar; so it seemed

The hares ate carefully yet preyed

There was anxiety looming within the quietness

The scampering of animals paws

The fox bit the rabbit neck

The hare died, but rapidly

There was distinct destiny drumming from the forest

The hawks eyes watched intently

The small pieces of rabbit flesh left by the fox

The other mothers sought food in fear

There the rabbits wombs might lay open

The fox strikes again in better light

The jackrabbits scamper everywhere

The hawks eye the leftovers fallen

There is a hunter aiming a gun at the deer 🦌

January 2019

BoJenn

Honestly The Truths Are

Well I am Discovering that you want to read only the good and nice and nothing about painful truths

You want to hide your eyes and hearts from knowing your paths because the truth is too sorrowful

And perhaps heaven is made up of our egotistical human frailties and desires

But in reality I think it’s a resting place for contemplations

Perhaps alone with our angels. Huh maybe dogs

And we perceive the next go around and what needs are to happen

To get us to the place of angelic beings who aren’t fallen

Oh I don’t know and neither do you

But guaranteed a place most shocking

Working, praying, asking for mercy and explaining the whys of our contamination’s

So much to consider beyond this place

So much to learn from not hiding our face

Bowing of hearts because of thanksgivings

Escaping another life

Perhaps not breaking

The simplest message about love

Perceiving it’s value not using money

Gratefully accepting the heavens forgiveness

Letting its fingers touch our brains and senses

Loving the vibrations of the goddesses who heal using their hearts

And I collapse into the music of their hymns and smile

As if I had died and gone to heaven whilst being present in their company

Of brave lovely angels who tenderly guards the flock of souls

And for their tender care I am most grateful and thankful for the moments

January 2019

BoJenn wrote this poem

The artist of the image is unfortunately unknown

The Explanation

There’s where I moved along the road as if I held breaths of a freed mustang

The temperatures were not of any concerns nor noted by the roped or harangue

Smiling because of the youthfulness within my fleshy skin of elder beings

Dancing on the pavement forgetting the pangs of ages and tearful memories lingering

Laughed at the childishness within the vaults of deterioration and morganatic marriages

Awe there’s absolutely no such thing declaring in sarcastic exuberance, oh

Harbingers

We are given a birth, a life and in finality a remorseful death of tissues

However the life so misunderstood by people who exhale the way of scavengers

Nothing more than viruses or even malignant cavities in the depraved fallen heresies

Tales, mere lies to calm the innocent bystanders awaiting trials and happenstances

Promises of places where green pastures continue as if it lays forever ~

Somewhere

Oh how I wish that I thought like you

But don’t ~

Can’t imagine

We are caught in a black hole of everlasting

Circumstances;

Unfortunately

Merely worms of a created existence to ward off overgrown cells collecting of animals

Inside the universe or body of gods almighty

Cataclysmic

Galaxies

And that dear one

Reveals the finale of an entire lifespan returned

Anew and again

And again

Back into the forces and nuclei and geometric patterns all revolving

And yes god loves us all as we are one within a quivering circle

And shall return vibrating together creating a song or mans hymns

Explaining our world to whomever shall listen

January 2019

BoJenn

2018 Christmas; is it beautiful or not?

2018 Christmas; is it beautiful or not

It is December 22, 2018 at 0654.

It is getting lighter outside yet the moon is full

It is our special day that we celebrate Christmas

And all that is within is a bundle of nerves and worries

Yet, should I breathe and give permission for happiness

The laughter will arise. It always comes.

The sparks in the fireplace will pop

The warm glows on the faces will take me back in time

And then, the last ten years will illuminate when your eyes turn

You catch me within your glance

And I, remember us and we

The children now grown and… time

The spot of time allowed each of us is ours

Given by our creator who gave us the clay

One day we will return the piece or pieces

A measurement of our creativity then measured

And that is soon and … then

Meanwhile, wrinkles and silver hairs appear

Are there smiles or sadnesses

In which way did we stretch?

Our pride lays down

And in nakedness our art

Is then… exposed

BoJenn December 22, 2018

A friend responded

I write

Some pieces are more beautiful

Others are rugged

Some are chipped and broken

Some belong in the queens artisan

Some are lost in the winters ice and snow

And some were washed overboard

And the power of the waves tore them into nothing

Thus into Sand they fell asleep amongst the roe

Merry Christmas 🎄🎁

Influencing Verbiage

Influencing Verbiage
♣️

Weaving awkward words unbelievably infiltrated by a source
Who has bent reasonable human consciousness and time
Organizing underneath hidden conversations of the elite
Dictating to mankind frightening beliefs of death and scheol
Creating fear and hatred, and intolerance by falsifying lies
Freedoms eliminated; intelligence dissipated; imaginations empty
Colliding human beings, bending core character, remains nothingness
Grievances uninhabitable; the loneliness of the angelic godhead sits
Found are words that bend ears into manifestation matrix ideologies 
Their pat verbiage we’ve acutely hypnotized and weaved like experts
Awaken to your own thoughts that were given to you so graciously
To hold them as yours and shan’t ever change a thing eternally 
Your being is your gift; do not give it away; as you’re not a whore 
Now stay where you’re at. Don’t move and eat only the finest fruit 
Stay far from repeating their verbiage that binds you eternally 
Speak you, and only you, and do it in love, for the Matrix will vaporize 
Do not judge the fallen, but turn from that universe, and offer your hands
It’s not a place for survival. No. 
The terrain is rugged and the waves are ferocious. 
Learning to swim is mandatory for survival.
🦅
However the atmosphere is compelling me to open my wings and fly from the verbiage and voices of earth. 
I must accomplish this 
One task at a time 
One goal
God

K♣️

BoJenn @December 13, 2018

Remembering

Today, for the third day, maybe fourth, my eyes have been dilated. 👁 wearing sunglasses 😎 all the time and staying in the dark. There is no reasons for the dilapidated eyes. It’s just this way right now.

🕒

Just another attack

So I must recall any memory of what went

Just another attack

That’s because I talk about their methods of abuse

Viruses and bacteria and molds hidden in dearth’s

Songs whispered by ghosts singing out of tune

Far from the natural rhythms under the moon

You hear the words echoed in the night

You once knew them well and it still seems surreal despite

The time has passed away from back then

But the odors remain tucked in under your chin

Fragrances of grandmothers old sachets and big daddy’s tainted handkerchiefs

Though eyes 👀 that can’t see them while they linger on

So I must recall any memory of what went wrong

And what was right for heavens sake!

Dear, remember the goodness before you~ Before it’s to late!

Once again the scene whispers before it disappears in haste

“And what was right for heavens sake ~ Remember all the goodness lest you are to late!”

BoJenn December 2019

Ask For Nothing and Remember to Say Grace

Harken all you, who hear a call

Seeing about us waves a growin’ tall

Rumbling of rumors scattering the lands

Watch your step

Cause it ill’ trip a man

Shut your lips and eyes straight ahead

And watch the child if you want to see the past

Ask for nothing and remember to ~

Never look back

🙏🏼

Say grace

And in humbleness

Always be prepared

BoJenn

@2018 December

Influencing Verbiage

Influencing Verbiage
♣️

Weaving awkward words unbelievably infiltrated by a source
Who has bent reasonable human consciousness and time
Organizing underneath hidden conversations of the elite
Dictating to mankind frightening beliefs of death and scheol
Creating fear and hatred, and intolerance by falsifying lies
Freedoms eliminated; intelligence dissipated; imaginations empty
Colliding human beings, bending core character, remains nothingness
Grievances uninhabitable; the loneliness of the angelic godhead sits
Found are words that bend ears into manifestation matrix ideologies
Their pat verbiage we’ve acutely hypnotized and weaved like experts
Awaken to your own thoughts that were given to you so graciously
To hold them as yours and shan’t ever change a thing eternally
Your being is your gift; do not give it away; as you’re not a whore
Now stay where you’re at. Don’t move and eat only the finest fruit
Stay far from repeating their verbiage that binds you eternally
Speak you, and only you, and do it in love, for the Matrix will vaporize
Do not judge the fallen, but turn from that universe, and offer your hands
It’s not a place for survival. No.
The terrain is rugged and the waves are ferocious.
Learning to swim is mandatory for survival.
🦅
However the atmosphere is compelling me to open my wings and fly from the verbiage and voices of earth.
I must accomplish this
One task at a time
One goal
God

K♣️

BoJenn @December 13, 2018

Should you wonder

I explore new ideas with the trinity surrounding my entrance into new places and untamed thoughts. As I begin practicing my existence there in the new worlds or times my street knowledge using Christ’s mystic practices becomes my living experience with all present: past, present and future joined as one. I am then a force.

The mish-mosh of twigs, sticks and green brambles

The mish-mosh of twigs, sticks and green brambles

In such disarray and dangling all together just simply rambling

What clutter and for the sake of humans who’ll clean it

And I shuddered, wondering by worrying, showing enamel grit

Watching a biker traveling nearby smiling as he passed

Forget him, he’s passing through, no commitments gasped

Then a man on a horse trotted by greeting with his smile

Oh no worries, from him, as he assumes no response or trial

And gone are they who pass by the mish-moshed pasture

There I stood silently judging the reckless seemingly disaster

Shaking my head in disappointment and utter awed confusion

Yet a little squirrel sat nibbling on the nuts that had fallen

As the bees and butterflies dipped between different pollens

A deer came to inspect the homes of the their future hollow

And a bunny came to nibble on fallen leaves and wild flowers

As a handsome yellow snake slithered over the refuge proudly

And the birds found feed within the fallen twigs, and worm matter

And flying insects dove on my flesh trying to bite me as I swatted

However the leaves of the camomile grew by the Dragon Tree superfluous

Thus rubbing on my arms, shoulders, legs and face, started running

Found escaping erases complaints about needless tidying trumpets

And the worries about the foliage disarray was useless and preposterous

Understanding that life has ways of overturning our pleasant expectations

So enjoy the disappointments as well as glad tidings in the tiniest of moments

Though hard to do ~ achieving is the solution for this irrational problem

Resting in times of great computing within the greenery of wild gardens

So restore the neurons system demanding they shall relax

Take it easy, having no worries about tomorrow ~ so there… just sit on your ass

And don’t worry about frantic speculations and about imaginary chatter

There now … Put away thoughts ~especially those about tomorrow
🐲

BoJenn December 2018

Hunters

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

CPR BLS

Quit sweating the test. Here are the answers. Now learn the cpr without any disruptions of anxiety or stress because of having to take this horrible test. Be free to now learn. Amen!

High Quality CPR (their new name)

Basic life support BLS

Here’s the answers now go learn CPR. Check the * sign as these are the answers or part of the questions.

CPR is cardiac and pulmonary resuscitation

Safety at the site for rescuer and victim. Check around you.

If one adult person

Check safety

Check responses

Breathing respiration’s, pulse (Carotid on adults and Brachial on children or infants *) or choking in less than 10 seconds

Call for HELP. Ems 911

Begin cpr

Compressions 30

Respiration’s 2

(30:2 ratio compressions:respiration’s)*

100-120 compressions per minute *

Five 5 cycles per 2 minutes *

Keep going until someone comes to help.

Infant CPR

Compression to breath ratio

One person 30:2 *

Two people 15:2 *

Know finger or hand positions*

Get an AED if available (Automatic External Defibrillator)

Turn on first. * and second voice prompts *

Check for hair and shave if necessary *

Compressions

On adults compress 2 inches. Or 5 cms *

On Children compress 1/3 inches about 2 inches *

On Infants 1.5 inches and 4 cms *

(use finger tips or if 2 people use both hands grasping around the infant.)

Recoil know the definition. Return of spontaneous circulation *

Rescue breathing adult 1 breath every 5-6 seconds (1:5)

Children rescue breathing 1 breath per 3-5 seconds. This is if they have a pulse but are not breathing.

If gasping know this is not natural*

Know the difference between normal sinus rhythm (nsr) and a-systole not normal heart rhythm *

Can you shock someone with water on them? Yes, after moving them and patting them dry *

Two people CPR

30:2 adults

Change from compressor to breather within 5 seconds

AED First power on*

Follow the voice prompts *

Team CPR

Know roles and responsibilities *

Know limitations *

Choking

Adult

30 compressions/check for dislodged item in mouth/ 2 breaths/ keep going until it’s out or they collapse. * Begin CPR

Choking Infants

Use gravity

5 upward compressions to upper back: Turn over: 5 compressions to chest High Quality CPR (their new name)

Start Basic life support BLS if respiration’s have ceased and the brachial has no pulse.

CPR is cardiac and pulmonary resuscitation

Safety at the site for rescuer and victim. Check for safety.

If one adult person

Check safety

Check responses

Breathing respiration’s, pulse (Carotid on adults and Brachial on children or infants *) or choking in less than 10 seconds

Call for HELP. Ems 911

Begin cpr

Compressions 30

Respiration’s 2

(30:2 ratio compressions:respiration’s)*

100-120 compressions per minute *

Five 5 cycles per 2 minutes *

Keep going until someone comes to help.

Infant CPR

Compression to breath ratio

One person 30:2 *

Two people 15:2 *

Know finger or hand positions*

Get an AED if available (Automatic External Defibrillator)

Turn on first. * and second voice prompts *

Check for hair and shave if necessary *

Compressions

On adults compress 2 inches. Or 5 cms *

On Children compress 1/3 inches about 2 inches *

On Infants 1.5 inches and 4 cms *

(use finger tips or if 2 people use both hands grasping around the infant.)

Recoil know the definition. Return of spontaneous circulation *

Rescue breathing adult 1 breath every 5-6 seconds (1:5)

Children rescue breathing 1 breath per 3-5 seconds. This is if they have a pulse but are not breathing.

If gasping know this is not natural*

Know the difference between normal sinus rhythm (nsr) and a-systole not normal heart rhythm *

Can you shock someone with water on them? Yes, after moving them and patting them dry *

Two people CPR

30:2 adults

Change from compressor to breather within 5 seconds *

AED First power on*

Follow the voice prompts *

Team CPR

Know roles and responsibilities *

Know limitations *

Adult Choking

30 compressions/check for dislodged item in mouth/ 2 breaths/ keep going until it’s out or they collapse. * Begin CPR

Choking Infants

Use gravity

5 upward compressions to upper back: Turn over: 5 compressions to chest * very important to know

Clear infant mouth with little finger when you see the lodged piece

I hope this post will help you to not worry about passing the test, and I hope, like me, you will now be able to learn CPR.