Category: love
Quietly Passing
Chuckled, the muse of delightful eyes, glancing
A Pecan orchard had wandering paths there, before us
Though lost in the myriad of thoughts’ and youthful coquetry
The Moon hung so full on that eve long-sense gone
The gentle light beams led to where a few dreams there, be
Whilst Jasmine capture the essence of fingers with buds in hand?
Tumbling at night under stars flickering whimsically
Tangled wavy auburn hairs and yours’ black sleek threads of onyx
Hungering, for one more moment, as tenderly complex ~as this
The horned owl watched in questioning craves and utter voyaging
Embracing the moment, as one reads a book of tender follies
The aroma of peaches tossed to and fro; so smiling
Walked quietly away, my bare feet met strath, and yours in boots
The Jasmine queried, would we come back?
“Oh… I don’t know,” I replied. And that was that.
The Pecan branches blew so soft, as I pondered
The Moon lit the meandering path, so I remember
I wondered then what life would introduce
But then, might I find your way again?
Saying goodbye to the sweet peach orchard at eighteen
Have not traveled this path joined with any other hand
But, aromatic memories, so fond, still permeate my thoughts
Tenderly passionate youthful flings once silhouetted, vulnerable, apple breasted and gutsy me
©️BoJenn 2016
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Chuckled, the muse of delightful eyes, glancing
A Pecan orchard had wandering paths there, before us
Though lost in the myriad of thoughts’ and youthful coquetry
The Moon hung so full on that eve long-sense gone
The gentle light beams led to where a few dreams there, be
Whilst Jasmine capture the essence of fingers with buds in hand?
Tumbling at night under stars flickering whimsically
Tangled wavy auburn hairs and yours’ black sleek threads of onyx
Hungering, for one more moment, as tenderly complex ~as this
The horned owl watched in questioning craves and utter voyaging
Embracing the moment, as one reads a book of tender follies
The aroma of peaches tossed to and fro; so smiling
Walked quietly away, my bare feet met strath, and yours in boots
The Jasmine queried, would we come back?
“Oh… I don’t know,” I replied. And that was that.
The Pecan branches blew so soft, as I ponder now
The Moon lit the meandering path, so I remember
I wondered then what life would introduce
But then, might I find your way again?
Saying goodbye to the sweet peach orchard at eighteen
Have not traveled his path joined with any other hand
But, aromatic memories, so fond, still permeate my thoughts
Tenderly passionate youthful flings once silhouetted, vulnerable, apple breasted and gutsy me
©️BoJenn 2016
To Observe Heaven
My life changed in February 2019. There is no turning back. All my beliefs changed as my experience showed life in its reality and whom god is to mankind. What tomorrow brings to you or me is unknown but something will happen and we are unaware until that force occurs. The most important lesson learned in February 2019 is love. God is love and nothing more. It doesn’t judge or criticize you or me. It doesn’t sit on a throne in heaven but can be found in the cells of all things whether living or not. So tomorrow pick a wildflower and look into its living force and when you peer know the divinity that you see. When you look at a stray dog or cat, know that you are watching the cells of god moving in our lives. Look at the truths surrounding you and leave behind any false dogmas. Know that heaven is not anything like earth and nothing resembles the stories that mankind has uttered for thousands of years. Nothing.
My Last Post on WordPress was the day I died. February 8, 2019
Yes, I died. I flatlined. I had no pulse and no breath.
My son called EMS and my daughter got to my house before EMS.
That being said, I went without oxygen for a while and when you read my post here on WordPress, it might be confusing as my brain was/is anoxic.
So I will post some of my experiences in heaven.
First I was taken to The Cleansing Pool
There was a tall lean Asian male there with a large hat on. He was stirring brains inside the pool surrounded by many large volcanoes 🌋
I asked, “am I in hell?”
Quietly he said, “no. You are at The Cleansing Pool. Here you cleanse your mind from negative thoughts.”
I looked at all the thousands of brains in the pool.
Mind to mind he said, “these are the bad thoughts in others. Yours are here now too.”
There was no memory of loosing my bad thoughts. There was no pain.
He said, “you cannot ascend until you are clean.”
I think that I went often there to the pool within my journey to heaven.
Suddenly I am brought to look at The Earth. The dirt was shown at a magnified distance. It got closer and closer. In the dirt I saw shiny brilliant objects. I saw atoms, protons, neutrons and shiny objects. Gold, silver and another universe held in quantum physics and very much alive.
We moved on. I was with someone but I don’t know who. I didn’t ask but was comfortable.
We went to the surface of Earth and saw all the relics, monuments, artifacts of Egypt, Per, Mexico and Sumerian. I was amazed.
From Pinterest. I chose this as part of the Earth’s Fibonacci design. It’s very deep, very interesting and a bit scary.
I then asked, “who are humans gods? Who made us?”
I think we went to the Cleansing Pool.
Then I saw several non human beings. I understood. These were the gods.
Then, I was instantly at The Pleiades, at Orion’s Belt and there I said, “oh please, keep me within The Milky Way.”
And nope! Off we went to the outer perimeter of the universe or universes.
There is where I saw The Elohim (Hebrew for gods. Plural) creating the universe.
My symbol for The Elohim.
On the parameter of the universes there is a bundle like a baby bundle that holds us tightly together. It is charged with magnetic energies and it is made of The Fibonacci Code or designs.
These designs are alive and growing rapidly. They wanted me to watch and they wanted me to see what they were making.
I got these images from Pinterest and altered the colors some. Heaven has different colors and I cannot remember to show you what they are. I wish that I could remember. Mesmerizing indeed. I had to look away from the designs many times as it is all consummating and a bit scary as we’ve never seen anything like this on Earth.
Here are some of the images from Pinterest.
I wish that I could tell the artists who drew these how I think they are close to what I saw, though the colors are different.
Okay one last very memorable experience I had while in the heavens.
I saw binary codes. I don’t read the codes so I wondered why they showed me.
But what I think they might mean is this. The codes have earths dates, and names of people. The gods, angels, supernatural beings or whatever they are can travel here to us at any date and time.
The codes are used for time travel. Then recorded code information is folded onto each other just like when scientists say the universes bend together and traveling in the universes becomes a shorter distance. This is the same physical principle for binary codes and time traveling.
Okay… thank you for baring with my writing if you read this.
I appreciate your reading this. Questions are appreciated and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
Many thanks 🙏🏼
BoJenn March 10, 2019
Boy what a ride
“Oh, that thing dangling from your nose,”
I’m taking you off my alter
It was there ~ I placed you ~ so lofty
However ~ there’s something dangling from your nose
And because of that ~
I see you’re just a common man
It’s hard to find the right words to say
Actually ~ I’ve nothing to say
Where once I fumbled like a girl
Uttering silly mindless stuff
Now, you’re off my alter
I’ve nothing to say
No, I can’t praise you as before
It’s not because of the bugger
Really ~ thats not it
It’s simply, you don’t measure up to a god
And I’ve taken you from my alter
And put your memories away
I can breath again
BJ
Tomorrows My Birthday: To My Unborn
To My Unborn

Tomorrows my birthday and sadly I don’t know yours
I often wondered what happened to my little dears
Those two who were called, “fetal tissues,” not lives
And in ignorance succumbed to the abortionist knife
Were you placed in a burial ground or burned?
Were you put in the evening trash? Or could you
Have gone to a tissue bank, sold for big bucks
Without my knowing much. And that was
Forty years ago, and the excitement of
Women’s rights were celebrated, but you
My darlings, how sad I’ve become reflecting
Thinking of who you were and where you are
And I named you and gave you thoughts and gifts
One a poet songwriter coming from my genes
The other a pilot like his fathers dreams
And at Christmas, I set a place for you
In my heart, you’ll always be
And one is John and the other David
Oh perhaps you were Lillie or Sarah
But, I’ll never know you in this life
Please forgive my careless insights
For I followed the news of freedom for women
But regretfully never thought for myself nor
Thought of your lives at all, until forty years
Past your deaths and my mistake…
May God bless you in heaven
And please forgive my ignorance

*** My poem was prompted because Bill Maher said callous jokes on TV last night about fetal tissues. I haven’t stopped crying. If I could hate or curse him I would, but instead, will stand up for the unborn. My poem:
©2016 October Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved. But please share as the lives of the unborn are sold for their fetal tissues and it’s a huge monetary gain for the abortionists.
The Circle of Life
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
Feverish Dreams

Feverish Dreams
~
Seeming to sleep, resting quietly, you think.
She’s traveling miles from home, over the mountain tops.
The flying vehicle stops and he said, “Get in.”
“There’s no, time to waist. So, buckle up.”
He pulls the seatbelt through, then, passed the clouds, and away they flew.
~
“See!” She pointed, all around about.
“Celestial galaxies everywhere,” she whispered, “not, even, yet imagined.”
There, hidden in space, beyond our thoughts
A veil of stars protecting, the place of her death.
~
He showed her one heaven.
There were so many.
“This one is yours for now
There will be plenty.”
~
He took her to rest, as if, he loved her.
“The Lilies, so lovely,” she thanked him kindly.
Holding her weight with his arms,
He kissed her brow and said,
“Its time to take you home.”
~
At three Am, she sat up in bed.
“Oh, just a dream,” she spoke, “but so real.”
The fever was gone and the headache too,
And the golden man’s memory vaguely haunted her new heavenly view.
Loving The Now, Saluting, Then…
Happy Valentines Day to self,
It’s in the love that we share with every living being.
In love we stop torture.
In love we set birds free.
In love we reunite baby elephants to their mother’s
Loving hands set the MCCaw free where it belongs with its own kind.
In love we defend the dog or cat.
In love we thank the animal that was slaughtered for meat.
In love we hold a motherless child.
In love we pray for a lonely soldier.
In love we think of someone else’s grandparents who can no longer remember.
In love we hug the abandoned.
In love we grant pardon to our ghosts.
In love we thank our parents.
In love we genuflect towards our mistakes.
In love we embrace our futures.
In love we kiss our lover on the cheek.
In love our eyes twinkle with goodness.
In love we blow a kiss blessing to God.
In love we sleep soundly at night.
Because of our love,
Our angels watch over us.
Those who grant pardon are given the same…
They will lie down in green pastures
Secrets and Skeletons
I have a secret.
Hidden in my heart
Quietly it lies dormant.
Please, don’t wake it up.
~
If I told you,
Then, you’d not believe.
So, there I keep it,
Tightly, holding on to…
~
I have a secret.
You, do to.
If you told me,
Perhaps, I’d not love you.
~
Skeletons hiding in our closets
brought us this far
They taught us lessons
That only true love, can bare.
~
I have a secret
And, you do to.
~
~
Elysia
Fairy Joe’s Seduction
Joe’s Seduction
.
Innocently spoken
lips of faerie red.
Failure to answer
deliberately unsaid
~
“Come On!
You want to play!
I see in your eyes
And OH,
By the way”
“At the end of the day
You’ve nothing to say?
We’ll see.
Yea?”
~
“Come now
Sing and dance with me.
By the time night comes
We’ll use the key.”
~
“The window thought closed
We’ll not use tonight
For as the sun sets
The door will shine bright.”
~
“And, just as before
When the Moon was full
You danced by the light of the fire.
And your life…not dull.”
~
“So come on Old Foe
I challenge you today
to come to the Forest
But, don’t forget to pray.”
~
Now Joe’s eyes
faerie green-blue
Her hair of red waves fell
Her waist little too.
~
Charming alluring daring
Joe seduced the weakening victim
O so sweet her voice
before Joe actually kicked-em.
~
“I can’t, I won’t !
Now, GO JOE!
far from me!
Out! You Elphin mischief-maker!
There! The window!
Now, LET Me BE !”
~
Pouty lips and bats of faerie lashes
A wink of Joe’s eyes
She extends her hand
“Come now, come nigh,
And do not say, good-bye.”
“My human friend
Please don’t cry.”
~
Joe’s fingers crossed
After her word
“You know you want to come.”
Joe’s clever tenderness heard.
~
Then their eyes met
Joes soul stronger by far
It reached out to point the way
To the forest
By declare.
~
Weeping, sobbing and uttering,
“NO!,
For with you faerie
I SHALL NOT GO!.”
“You LIE, you CHEAT, You’ve NEVER TOLD the truth!
Away from me little demon!
For I a clever sleuth !”
“I found out your tricks
All slippery twists and turns.
You’ll not lead me to the forest
The fires there
Will not burn!”
Blink blink. Smile smile.
Joe’s gestures summoned otherwise
Lies, cheats, twists and turns?
“You know how you loved it?
O, compromise!”
“Hey, for now,
Why don’t we play?
Remember the time
Remember the day?”
“You chased me,
And I chased you
Around and about
And away we flew.”
“And, I gave you wings
So you could fly.
You wore them one day
And flew sky-high.”
Up and away
or top of the trees!
O, how you flew.
Then, crashed down on your knees.
You cried a little
Afraid to smash
But, I caught you.
Do you remember that?
~
By day we flew
through tops of trees.
At night we danced,
Howled while burned the fire
With the breeze.
~
The snow fell
white branches below
cold air on our faces
you didn’t say, no.
~
Confessing your fears,
Don’t make me fly!
Saying, Damn you fairies!
But, we took you so high.
But, once on top of forest trees,
cold air blew
threw majestic hair.
Then, smiles over took you.
You’d no more cares.
Remember Foe
The human flew
Above The Earth,
And, safely returned
To the fires hue.
Tasting faerie brew
Though freezing; made warm.
Tasting our food,
image
Now, whats the harm?”
~
So, come now,
God of the sky.
Let us dance, cheer and sing
And, please, don’t lie.
~
For flying, your game fare
The faerie sort
A dare!
~
So, stay if you must…
But, winter is coming
and near the first frost.
Kindling our fires
Don’t get lost.
~
The invite is yours.
Extends the Faerie hand
In Spring depart
From kindred land.
~
Think it over,
I’ll return once.
To ask you to play
to ask you to dance.
~
Well,
Quiet are you
Not so sure?
Your soul inside
Embarrassingly pure.
~
Judge others,
And they judge you.
But, in Faerie land
All tiny feet
Wear the same tiny shoe.
~
“So, I’ll leave you this morning
To think for yourself.
I’ll return ONCE more.
~~~
When The Moon shall wane
Then, you should thin,
Follow the elf.
~
But, one more time
I ask you to follow
Before The Moon’s full light is gone.
Then, don’t dilly-dallow.
~
Joe moves to the window
Her faerie finger points up.
Then, her faerie wings take to flight.
But, before leaving from captives sight
~
Joe turns to wink
And salutes goodbye.
This poem was written with old friend JR in mind as he represents Faerie Jo
©2009 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
Images from Pinterest, A Poets Haven and Google free images…
A Cold Day In Summer 2011
She had wisdom; yet, I am wise.
sometimes the witches clashed
not to our surprise
~
Mother, daughter, lives and the time
We believed a mishap
Reality knew all that’s sublime
~
Lessons learned and some not
All underneath us
Lost, not forgot
~
Mother and daughter
Time gone
Springs cleansed the white water
~
It will take us both home.
~
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.
Nothing But White Lies
It all flowed together so smoothly. Like a perfect image, of a handsome desirable home, with a white picket fence surrounding this quaint cottage. Framed with beautiful flowers everywhere ~ so are many stories similar to this one.
This story, is of smoothing things over.
This story speaks of little white lies. Often spoken in humorous tones of voice, one hastily jests ~
Oh, well ~ we all do it. No, big deal.
Then, we mock phrases that aren’t truths either.Hell, it never hurts anyone.
Or, does it?
Yet, the lies presented in a palette of vagueness are simply, tall tales. Non-truths created to cover the picket fence in more, and more white wash.
Layer after layer, white after white, one stroke, each time so delicately brushed, that was, in the beginning. At first, it was whispered. Spoken in deliberate calculated lies as his smile expressed his own pleasure. She didn’t notice his cold blue eyes, his narrow lips that slightly turned up in the corners. if she had seen him, as he truly is, then, she would see his pride. The story of hunting her soul, and the fact, he lived in the home with the blooming flowers, until the colors of their bouquets lost their beauty.
He chased away the bees in his mad jealousy. When the bees disappeared, then he too, only dreamed of the next garden’s odors. The next place to lay his head on a down pillow, and only the best, for it’s season of glory, will also wilt from the rays of the hot summer sun. For fall will come, and coldness of winter is on the horizon.
So, innocent was the white fence in her vain glory she portrayed, to all. The observers watched the paint covering her. She was unaware of truth, throughout the years. They knew her innocent naiveté would one day turn, the unsuspecting, from white into dark grey.
Because ~ after a while, after a time the painter, the creator of the tall tale, wearies. The sociopath is no longer amused by their adrenalin bursts. Their white lies aroused them like a drug, which no longer excites them. So, they become sloppy with their painting of fences. And, soon, their palette, once beautiful, appears, not so pristine, after all.
The passer-by’s notice the cracks left without white-wash and the inconsistency of the painter’s strokes. But, for some reason, they pass by the fence, they keep to their own business, and let the white picket fence, fade to a grey frail border that surrounded a charming cottage. It once bloomed an array of colors with aromatic flowers. Perhaps, they pass, by because their white picket fence rotted, as well, and their flowers had, too, disappeared. The fragrance of the blooms and the honey bees moved to pollinate a new-found quest, a new adventure.
And so, she asks, to whom does the vague ambiguities hurt? The answer is found when examining the fences. But, there hidden in the weeds, see, growing over the top of sour grass seen behind the grey fence is a strong red rose.
Painting by Bojenn
My Dream
Author Notes Just another very real dream. Please, understand, this dream was symbolic and humans are not “demons.” This is not to be read literally. It is written from the animal kingdom. There are parts of my dream that become relevant and clearer as I write and meditate on the symbolic meaning. Thank you for reading. Thank you Deloralock at fanart review for your picture which shows the precious animals in the forest. |
Love Is Likened To
Shall love be a thought likened to late fall
That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare
Burning heat of summer, then the crow’s squall
The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares
So it seems, the seasons lend their prime
Then giving the heat, the reds and golden gates
Offering feeble apologies and time
As if, thought possible, love’s quiet fate.
But looking at love, I do know
In summer so brilliant you shine
Seasons come, and seasons go
In fall love withers as the bell chimes.
In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue
When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.
Revised version
Shall love be a thought likened to late fall
That red leaves and fire embers faintly bare
Burning heat of summer, then the crow’s squall
The ending, as the dead of cold winter glares
So it seems, the seasons lend their prime
Offering the heat, the reds and the golden welcoming gates
Comes feeble apologies and time
As if, thought possible, love’s quiet destined fate.
But looking at love, I do know
In summer so brilliant you shine
Seasons come, and seasons go
In fall love withers as the bell chimes.
In spring, I’ll remember past icy cold blue
When in late fall my eye caught a glance of you.