Hibiscus 🌺 in The Air 

The warm air softly brushes the tops of trees

Moonlight soaks the lavender colors on walls

Shadows play a game on the palleted adobe

From the sidewalk someone stands whistling

 
Is this a dream or just an in between odd world

Are the images fighting or erotically dancing here

The whistling is the music of Ravel’s Bolero

The castanets click amorously as the men tap

 
I am amidst the passacaglia of Latin lovers

Hibiscus hang succulently from the window

The light of the moon touches the flowers

Odors from the Night Blooming Jasmine

Permeates the melodies and the sambas

 
Cats mewl keeping their lusts venomous

They’re part of the scene upon the walls

Displaying cat emotions and feline fickleness

Using the pillow coving my head dissonance

Go away that I should sleep in utter quietness

 
This is simply the imagination of a poetic soul

One who works by day selling the world

Silently by night becomes the explorer

Foreign exchange, queer happenstance

Hidden messages waiting within the bottles

 
So alluring, it seduces a heart of gypsies

By the fireside drinking red wine uncontrolled

The music fades as the embers die solemnly

The taps of men silence within the lights

The hibiscus odor no longer lingers on air

The cats sound no more as the moon hides

Shadows dissipate within the lights of sun rays

 
The alarm sounds so loudly my ears ache

Awake for morning has arrived at daybreak

The gypsies gone and their rhythmic castanets

Adjusting my tie for the eight o clock bell

No rest for the weary here

 
Living in hell O operator give me number 9

If he doesn’t answer then give me back my dime

@…BJ2017

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

~

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. 

 

 

Life Is Likened To A Forest

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Newer:

Lyrics to My Life Is Likened to a Forest

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering will awaken the leafless tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a song, about must.
Finding an erotic tune, we’ll sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know more,
Is an invitation, that you, come to re-explore.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests there
Is what you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, and open as before.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Older version:

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, just as before.

Our limbs will embrace, as a poem, about lust.
Finding an erotic tune, we sing about us.
Holding for a season,
Then departing in Spring
My forest will hold you
Until you’re on the mend.

Chorus:
The forest is waiting here, for you.
You must enter in, bare and true.
Desire to heal, and wanting to know,
Is an invitation, that you, come inside.

My life is likened to a forest dark and pure.
And entering awakens this leaf less tree of yours.
Journey to the quests
There, you’re seeking for,
With a little love, our leaves green, as before.

Posted from WordPress for Android
@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings