Trying To Find Home

The Lives of Fairy Godmothers, Angels and Witches Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey to Enchantment

 

 

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Catherine Dubois’ Odyssey To Enchantment

By Bonnie Jennings

 

Within 150,000 words weaves a story involving an edgy woman who is either psychotic or is as the townsfolk believe eldritch. They, in Glory Town, a charming picture-perfect town, nestled in The Appalachians, call her a witch. For Cat Dubois, decades passed and she becomes more isolated from her accusers. Jealousy and scorn for a child who was fey with sapience, the  community of pretentious righteous, mocked her. The quaint town was not so “charming” after all and quickly ran sinners away. While alone for years, Cat began to see and hear voices. Visitors seldom came; however, her lonesome manor was haunted. However, little Cat prayed a prayer when only a child. That prayer was answered when she turned forty-five. An angel or fairy godmother named Eleanor came riding on the wind. Traveling with Eleanor was Tadhg, who was of the same order and virtue, and a little black dog named, Lovey.

“A scream was heard that summer day. A four-year-old little Catherine moaned into the mystical wind. She told the wind to find Thomas. Bellowing, into the breeze, her little heart begged, with vigorous might. The current carried her voice. It never ceased, until one day, “I heard it,” and that was when, Eleanor came riding in on the wind.” 

 

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My Little late JoJo as “Lovey”

 

 



 

 

The model in the photo is my daughter, the photographer was my son, and the digital artist is my dear friend Ky Mason. The picture has a copyright so I ask you, please don’t use it as it might be the cover of my novel … Thank you…  All Rights Reserved

 

Ky Ellen Mason artist/editor/graphics designer/publishing/printing

https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=ky%20ellen%20mason

 

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Jennings.bonnie1952@gmail.com

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May you have a wonderful day and thank you for stopping in and reading 🌺

The Winner’s of The Poetry Contest Are 📢📢📢 A Drum Roll Please 🏆🏆🏆

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First of all~ I want to thank the three judges who graciously accepted this role. It has been tedious and also rewarding for each of us. Also I must mention, at this time, they still remain anonymous. 

As I said before, my role was the organizer, the sorter and the mailman. Blame me for the formatting… It just doesn’t want to do right…  🙂

So without further delay…

 

 

IN FIRST PLACE …. Ta Da-Da-DAA !!! 



 

 

🏆🥇 First Place Gold Winner Is …

 All I Have to GiveBy DL Mullan

I listen to the whispers of the windin hopes to catch the sound of youmy sorrow is all I have to givebecause there is nothing I can doI am not complete; I am not wholewhat I would ask is for solaceto lighten the load of my soulbut I find no peace in this silenceI am breaking now into piecesa fallen jig saw puzzle reordered into chaosI fit. I place. I try and try to seizea memory that will comfort meAll I have to give seems insufficientto the weight of my terrible griefmaybe if your voice guided my handI could put myself back together again  

   

 

 

 🜛🥈 Silver Place Winner

 ~~~ ABOUT MY MUM ~~~By, Charlotte Rains 

 
I want to begin my story with just a simple line
 
To begin again to tell a tale of a different place and time
 
A time when I was just a lass with curls and a pretty dress
 
Bringing smiles and laughter too and a lot of happiness
 
I often sought to please my mum and have her sing a song
 
A happy tune with words I knew so I could sing along
 
I sought her often to tell me tales of back when she was small
 
But often got a fairy tale…but I enjoyed them all
 
She’d tuck me in with kisses and hugs after the tale was read
 
I’d call her back for one more hug before she went to bed
 
Once I asked about my da but it seemed to make her sad
 
I saw a tear fall from her eye and thought that I’d been bad
 
But then she hugged me extra tight and whispered in my ear
 
That everything she could ever want was in her arms right here
 
We smiled and laughed and I fell asleep knowing I was loved
 
And even now my children know she watches from above
 
  
 

 

 

 

There is a tie for The Bronze place.

The next two poems were recognized by two different judges and were their first place winners. 

 

 

 > > And The 𐂚 🥉Bronze Place medal goes to…TWO POETS and they are…

Drum roll please…. !

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Written by Jelly Beer 
Books scattered on the sand, pages leafed through and tattered, possibly for research, an antique Smith-Corona left on the table maybe in haste by the author seeking inspiration from his surroundings to pen a longed-for best seller for himself and the masses.Writer’s block had reared its ugly head! Thoughts and ideas were dead inside him. He needed to breathe again and clear out the cobwebs clouding his brain.It’s happened before. He knew there’s one more book inside him. He was instinctive. He’ll find his way back to the table ~ and type!
 
 

And the second Bronze Winner is ….. 

 

 

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Catalyst  

by Gina Hirsch

 

I have come too close to the flames to ever want to miss out on the burn.I’ve lingered so long next to the night, I hate when it is the days turn.The day comes beckoning underneath  an angry sky. Clouds dance marvelously as the moon steps in to eclipse them all.I miss the blue heat. The wind that slowly tries to snuff it out. I loved and longed beyond all hope to tempt it all back to my claim. A rushing rapture of love.A course of venom from a lovers lips; who’s tongue is the only antidote. Who’s touch is my religion. Who’s arms and shoulders my only sanctuary.But the day took over the night.And passion and kisses and antidotes to hearts gilded wishes have all passed away.All that is left here is old ghosts and former images that fail to fade.Phantom shadows of the lover who never comes to stoke the flames.      The Honorable Mentions are those poems that were the judges high ranking choices and they are as follows…

🏆Morning Jennie,By Dwayne Leon Rankin 

The Final Leaf of Autumn
I looked and saw the leaves had left The trees, now fallen to the ground. But for one, still hanging on.But then the winds all blew and blew, Blowing all those leaves around. That leaf then too was gone.I looked outside and saw the trees All empty of their autumn’s coat; Bare now for winter’s day.To sleep, to sleep those trees now go That leaf, the last of autumn’s note.No more its song to play.

 

 

 🏆

 The Loch of Lomond

By Vernon Woods

 

Oh to be by the loch of Lomond on the heather clad banks on a cold misty morning a grounded eagle does mew from her diminished view she will have to wait it out and then the thunder and lightening and then the cloud as is resonates its echoes like a tennis ball against the rocky top mountains now naked from there snowy gowns I hear the distant lowings’ of a herd of Angus down in a fen let out of their barn yet again churning up the mud disturbing a clucking hen who now seeks safety from a tractors exhaust pipe ohhh just to lie here on these beautiful heather clad banks feeling the pitter patter of the angels tears I tell you they are not on there own I weep too my sopping sleeve a victim to my many uncontrollable tears not out off sadness badness but out of sheer utter joy I gaze up at the mountains as the grey cloudy sea wash the tops of the mountain scape the late Robin halls a bleacher lassie of Kelvinhaugh is sung from an echo of the past the bard rabbi burns earns his keep in a time way back where widows clad in black did weep his voice booming through the mist telling a story of the stealing of the stane of clone from the mountain tops steep to the lochs deep your velvety voice is not alone I hear it all to well ahhh the mists do disappear ill take my leave to meet up with a party with a ghilly in charge to go in search for salmon ohh my to behold these fine colored tartans these are the folk who have clan connections but what of my attire with no clan connections to you and I it will be a wearing of the Caledonia ohhh to be by the banks of the loch Lomond


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  Also highly mentioned… Thank you Linda 💐 Epitaph

By Linda Long

“You’re killing me….”Words I hung in the air,a prophecy that resonates through sleepless nightsMy heart said goodbye to itselfthat chilling evening in early AugustHow sacred the secret treasure of a wife and mother,how broken the memories,how haunting the path not taken


  The next poem is by my dear friend Karen Boorman

Walking down a long dark road
I have to
which way to go
North sou
or west
which way
uit me best
I have no
time i fear
for in my
he end draws near
I want to
he fullest I can
but which
go..must I choose?

 

Thank you Karen this reads like Robert Frost 🌺  

BIRTH

By Soul Gifts on WordPress ❤️

She moved.She swayed in time to the cadenceand beat of the rhythmsdrumming in her heart.Innocence was hers.As was beauty.Timeless, eternal, infinite.None dared question.Absorbed as she was, she noticed nothingbut the internal symphony,the music  that swayedand moved her eternally.The swell, the growth, the burgeoning,bursting and erupting explosions convulsedshook and shattered the firmaments asunder.In her splendour she bathedin the newness of birth.A new day.A new dawn.A new beginning.She smiled.It was wondrous..Thank you Soul Gifts 🌹   Thank you Soulece

By Soulece 💜

Stroke me my love
Let your nimble
Talented fingers
Play my body
Like a piano
Each caress
Igniting me
The instrument of your passion
Sending arpeggios of desire
Down my spine
Let us complete
This musical masterpiece
And write another tomorrow
 Thank you Jason…

💎

Keep At It

By: Jason A. Watson 

Throughout life people experience both pain and suffering

Though getting through these things are pretty complicated

First you must learn to love and believe in yourself

Then, and only then, will you be able to numb the pain

This world is full of death and sorrowIt is filled with hate like no tomorrow

There still is hope for things to get better

Things are closer than they seem to appear

There’s really no need for fearGod wouldn’t put us into situations we can’t handle

This is why things always get betterAs long as you can try to remember

There is no reason to surrender

 I loved this one Jason….❤️    Thank you, Jony 

♦️

With love,

 

By Jony Francissen 

 

“Today”

 Today you are silentolor:

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and your eyes show no feelings.
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d walls echoing promises,

Dust piled up on hope.

You promised me the sky

and turned it into a ceiling.


  

Thank you, Susan… Oh how I relate! 

🌺

Memory

By Susan Burns 

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le=”color: #9497f2″>The memory of that belief
is what’s causing the grief

I’m still in love with the you
I thought I knew
I despise the real you

I thought I’d found something rare
But you were just a player with flair

I will be okay
there will be a day
that false memory fades away

  


  Now my dear poetry friends these poems were HIGH ranking; however, they went over 22 lines and in the rules it stated no more than 22….  But they must be read by everyone because they too are phenomenal … 

  🎖VOICE IN THE WIND

By Cris Fox (also a dear old friend🌹)

 When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear his voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s  the song of you soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels,

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

The Father is calling, 

He’ll kept you from falling

Creation rejoices today.

The song He is singing

New life His bringing

Whispering Jesus the way

Home to His heart of love.

When the Wind begins to call you,

You will hear His voice and follow.

Listen and know, it’s the song of your soul.

Friendship is the bread of angels

Gifts of life meant to remind you

Which way to go, His love makes you whole.

This message descending

Of love never ending,

A river of Life from the Throne.

Grace that is waking,

You’ll Bend without breaking

With Jesus you’re never alone.

Enter His heart of love.

Beautiful Cris 🌹



  By Anne Stockstill

 

Thinking of Me?

When you touched my hand

And your lips caressed mine,

Were you thinking of me?

When you danced holding me close,

Your breathe on my cheek

Whispering sweet nothings,

Were you thinking of me?

When the lights were low,

Soft, romantic music playing

As you lay close to me,

Where you thinking of me?

When we talked about travel

And made future plans,

Where you thinking of me?

When foreign shores beckoned you,

French wine, fine cuisine served on a terrace,

Overlooking the Eifel Tower and sparkling lights of Paris,

Were you thinking of her?

When you traveled to Rome, Istanbul and St Petersburg,

Changing the look of your face,

Drinking Russian vodka, long white nights,

Were you thinking of her?

Laying on white Dominican beaches,

Playing in the foaming surf,

Where your phone service never worked,

Were you thinking of her?

Did you look into her eyes and repeat unholy vows,

To love and cherish until death,

When the church bells tolled,

Did you really believe the lies you told,

As you married her while you were married to me?

 
 
The judges really loved yours as well….
I do to as I definitely have been in this place too… Married to more than one women at a time….  💜
 

 

  


  💛 And MOST Mentioned 💛

However ~ it is over 22 lines…. 

I AM SOMETHING MUCH MORE 

By @alostwriter

I am something much more

Than what you have in your mind

I am much more than a body

I am much more than a kiss

I am something much more than the breast and

all the rest

I have a heart ,

A mind,A soul,I am not just this body

These lips,

These curves,

I am much more than these

You keep rolling your eyes

Up and down

Seeking to get into

Inch by inch

Into my skin

Making me feel naked even

I have dozen of clothe on my body

still naked i m

I am something much more

Than thisI don’t need you

Your appreciation

You are also one of them

I am much more than

What you think,

Much more than

You can ever imagine

your thinking is limited to this

and I am something beyond this

I am something much more.

By- alostwriter(sy)you can find me @alostwriter

Thank you   ✍🏻


 
 

 I want to thank all of you for your entries. It takes bravery to lay your heart out for the world to read. Well-done and congrats to all of you and our mystery judges too! 

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Please, just say HI! And, What is Your favorite Poetry for Mondays…Tues.. Wed…

Hello!
Hello!

If you should stop by to visit my site here on WordPress, I would love, love, love you, to please, say Hi, and will you please, please, please linger and boondoggle awhile?That means, shoot the breeze, as we say, in Southern United States. Thanks and hope to say howdy back at you real soon!

Come and sit a spell..
Come and sit a spell..

I love children’s poems. This is one of my favorites: Please, share one of your favorites. Over The River and Through The woods 

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother’s house we go;
the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandmother’s house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for ’tis Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
as over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood—
and straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
it is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, “O, dear, the children are here,
bring a pie for everyone.”
Over the river, and through the wood—
now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Leaving Adam By Bonnie Jennings

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Leaving Adam

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Eons advance and passed away.
Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.
Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,
Adam, pointing, at the twinkling specs, named the brilliant ballet.
 ~
 
So, following mankind, up the mountain,
And ascending a rocky path; we embarked.
My feet followed his, upward, to where the sky was arched.
His staff pointed, and the heavens, then filled me, as a refreshing fountain.
 ~
 
An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought,
Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest
Confidently, I abided and affirmed his every request.
Even, wore his belief’s; did just as he taught.
~
 
One day, dared I asked, Adam, the man of science,
How is Eve today?
And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only, to pray.
Deceased, she is. He answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.
 ~
 
Man of Science, I spoke so boldly.
At the mountain top; we stand
The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,
However, love you murdered, so coldly.
~
 
This day, I choose the mother
Her love, which first found me
Within the warm and welcoming spirit, in there, dwells she.
 And, today, I accept non-other.
~
 
So, progressing and moving towards her;
 Over, the cliff of doubt, rapidly grabbing her hem, I aim.
Because, after carefully, considering your treacherous, pains,
There, in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor
~
 
I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. 
 
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Faeries or Someone

The tunnels brush borders where mortals grow

The virtue and order of Brussels (the order of mankind) subtle are

Lavishing shabby living deep in the furrows

Fairies and goblins galore who sing and wail

All so deep down in the levies whimsy-dale

And children run through the tree tunnel

Trying to reach the end but rumor has it

Somewhere in the middle or amongst a dim light

Children deepen and become converted

Hair begins to grow, oh so, much longer

Fingernails sharpen and added hunger

Toenails yellow from muddy wet dirt

Switching from boys to men and then

Sometimes switching from boys to women

Fairies come to dust shiny fairly dusty things

Faces once plump become downright fat and detestable

And bodies all girlie become hairy and like older yearlings

Boys end having odd bulbous noses that flake

Reshaping orientation and finding away back

Never thought modifications tweak us away

But anything is possible in the tunneling of brush

Leaving the tunnels, the pretty are rough and gruff

Leaving the tunnels, the oh so ugly are then pretty

The fairies giggle at their high fashion designers abilities

A long runway showing off the humankind

Oh my goodness- we are not handsome or ~

very pretty

BJ

older poem, edited today

Figuring out that I’ve written many poems and shan’t write another without tender tampering my archaic words I’ve plundered.

DNA and Cats that kill

Ghong-Gok or Goo Goo

The late Ki Ki 2005

The late Franki 2007

The late Bops of 2018

And I have other felines. …

The point is simple as we all know cats kill anything that moves suspiciously in their site. Lizards, frogs, bugs, butterflies and birds. Etc.

We, the cats and I, have had many conversations about killing other critters. They look at me as I speak, and sometimes they wag their tails slowly, in sarcastic swipes. They seem to say, yes, we hear you, but… they never listen.

It is their DNA that makes them kill and torture innocent living creatures. They bring the trophies home and expect praise.

The thought occurred to me that people have different DNA and some kill without any convictions.

Thoughts on a Sunday

Both parental fowl gone… Cat DNA at work. Very busy those cats are. However… No remorse.

But I still love them.

Saturn Transiting Earth, ugh 😑

Saturn’s transition around Earth. 12. 17.18 – 12. 19. 2020. It is in The House of Capricorn and is in regression until 3.21.2020.

Saturn’s vibrational system gives to all of the earth, man and all living creatures, prudent, strong choices. It cleans us from inside to out. It’s powerful influences are considered by mankind as hard lessons. Astrology is not a religion, but is an ancient roadmap of the earth and its inhabitants. It could be used for the universe, but the knowledge is limited to create geological sections from another galaxy to another that are perfect and universal mythology is not yet known.

The time that you were born and the place must be actual and down to the very minute. If not accurate, the mathematical calculations will be inaccurate and a perfected understanding will not be accomplished. Saturn effects all of us as it’s magnetic force overwhelms and penetrates earth’s atmosphere.

As for me, my health has been an issue and I’m ready for Saturns departure. The good news about Saturn’s effect is that the planet brings us into our families (whom ever we consider to be our families) and makes us tight and strong with the unit, and/or it will destroy the artificial members of the so called family unit.

Saturn is a tough teacher. To be mentioned in this scenario is that Saturn is in the house of Capricorn now for the period of time stated above. Capricorn can also be a tough boss. It means business and will bring the work from you lest you die. I say that humorously, but this ride is a tough one. The planet is in retrograde until March 21, 2020 making the journey even harder. Many self truths will come to all during this period of time.

Please remember that astrology is not god and is a roadmap for our choices. Also remember that God praised The Magi for pointing the way to the Lord, Yeshua..

BoJenn

Addiction

**written under the influence of a temperature of pneumonia **

Wanting, lusting and selling the soul

Gave up the title “We The People “ for desiring more

Rubbing the hands in wants of delectable grub

Gave up the family and selected not to be poor

Bought a home from the bank

Chose a credit card with ribbons of gold

Then got three more ~ so ever bold

Smiling in the beginning, was feeling proud

Shook hands like a Rothschild thinking about

Nothing, but what to buy, after church

Had a family before all the dirt

Began to swallow us up without a word

Teardrops unceasingly tormented our souls

Divorced in spring and married another

Divorced again for the stranglers in currents

Still waiting on the lottery to free us from Satan

Smiling, left ~ yet adorned another

He looked like me when I was a kindred

If only he’d listen and not be hindered

By the dragon that lives up in the mansion

And has private pilots for any consumption

As he whips the human slaves without a pardon

He produces commercials of beautiful women

And having more because of credit

Not forgetting to thank him, because of his pleasures

Wanting more, as if we’re monkeys

Yet he laughs because we’re forsaken

No god to save us as that’s his legend

He sold us, The Bill of Rights

Told us we’re the children of the light

I pray to the god of humankind

Please forgive us and take us from the demons

We believed them and now we’ve come upstreaming

Dead are his promises to a good man

Will politicians stop it!

We’re sick of the scheming

BoJenn 2018

Query Letters, Self Publishing: My thoughts, what’s yours?

You might realize, one day, that producing a novel is costly. I think playing golf weekly, owning the best equipment, and paying for yearly dues at a country club is less expensive than the time spent writing, producing and editing to a perfection that is expansive in many ways.

Then, after all the above is finished, writing, time, editing and re-editing, then the query process begins.

As for me, I’ve received (I’ve stopped counting and this is my estimation) approximately 60-75 rejection letters. All but two have been positive rejections. Some led me from one person to another and other rejections were kindly written, bland, generic, and computer generated letters. The two not so friendly were not horrible, and honestly I cannot remember the first remarks, but the second one said that I was “stilted.” So I looked up the word “stilted” and found the definitions. There are several things the publisher could have meant and I would be guessing.

So, I’m leaving the meaning with the publisher who, by the way, in the salutation to me, never addressed me by name and in the first paragraph he failed to capitalize the first letter of a sentence and misspelled a word. So, I am glad that I’m “stilted” after witnessing the letter of rejection. 🌞

Now, I know that thoughts of self publication are very real and yet are costly. And once again, having query letters edited, spending money on books and classes to make publishers notice the query letter and suffering with the idea, they aren’t successful, must ask, so now what? We consider the cost of self publication and this is overwhelming and pricy.

The writer needs a break. Going to work at my professional job in the health industry is my vacation. Yep. Golfing is sounding more relaxing, less expensive and better for health than writing or working. Hmm 🤔

I wonder what drives us to the point where publishing our work is so important. Is it simply the ego? Do we really have anything that is especially important to say… I think so, but I’m not sure. So, here I sit writing this blog “query thoughts” for me and you. I think writing is an addictive recreation. Maybe so, but isn’t anything and everything we absolutely love an addiction?

Well, I will close now. There are questions that need to be asked of self and others. Why do we write and want to publish? I guess that’s a question that brings to mind: Charles Dickens, Poet Henry Wordsworth, The Bronte Sisters and so many other writers. Those recorders of history brought their world into our present time. Of course not leaving out any present day writers, writing is the recording of time, from the mind of an author, to a person/audience in another place, time or spiritual dimension. There I gave you something to ponder, “a dimension.”

I will end now. Thank you for your time, and prayers for all of us. Have a great day no matter how you spend it whether writing, swimming, planting, playing golf or whatever.

Let me know if I’ve matched your thoughts or prickled them.

Bye for now!

BoJenn

Just A Day

Within the place where dragons doze while snoring

Stepping gently between claws and dragon appendages

Examining the beasts and any somnolent advantages

Eyes catching movements from their slumbering four helices

Thus embarking across the garden of their webbed den

Thankfully passing by, unnoticed by the dangerous kin

One step be rescued and past their treacherous plan

Almost made it when one glanced upon shacking hands

Frozen in mid air, body forked, all tangled in complete despair

The creature still dreaming and lazily comprehending

Noticed not any careless body or movements dangling

Just one step onto the slime within the morning sunlight

Into the light, I passed, without any trace of fumbling

Freedom from dragons, this day, as breathing normally

Slaying any fears, of beasts, that try to encumber

Sword in hand, passing forward, pressing into

The game of life and all that must be gone through

A time of solace, a time of reverence, and a time of gratitude

@BoJenn 2018

There Is A dragon In My Garden

Carefully coiffuring the etiquette garden of the cascading words

Trimming the elegant exuberant plethora of stumbling somnolent leaves

Happened upon an opulent slithering serpent and some bees

Hiding within the myriad of sublime transcendent trees

Shrieking in a shrill voice a cacophony was heard

And the shunned godly creature

Slithered serenely from the place of my obstreperous yells

And the words fell back into a peaceful tranquility and tune

Excusing the moments as serendipitous and absurd

But was harangue for no reason except tales of Slew (Foot)

And went about my business without any further adieu

Copyright

@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~

From A Poets Haven on FB

Our Choice For This Early Thursday Afternoon’s

Feature Best Of Our Photo Challenge.

Art Abrams

One wears black one white

The winds take their clothes in flight

As birds fly up high

Bonnie Jennings

Yin and Yang

Yin and Yang entangled on a beach one breezy evening

Their clothing, yet contrasting and different,

Tangled like women reveling or cats on the prowl

People starring at their unusual behavioral brawls

Observers didn’t try to stop the feminist stewing

The winds moved their bodies in shapes as brewing

Like a dance of martial arts, in and out, their stances

Almost beautiful in reverent artfully created dances

Two women merged working together while tossing

On the shore of a beach out of the place called heaven

And contrast and indifference between two divas

‘Twas merely Yin and Yang compensating for each other

But it all came together so nicely and sweetly guarded

And they rolled off together into the waves of steal

A metamorphosis of wonder and of physics galore

Two women, Yin and Yang fought to keep all sure

Always traveling to earthquakes and volcanic eruptions

Tossing all energies and making it quaint

For humans, babies, cats and dogs

Bringing hope to existence and peace of sorts

@BoJenn 2018

Thank you A Poets Haven

Conversing With God; It kinda goes like this

Conversing With God

It kinda goes like this

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“Hmm’” he/she says

“Good morning God.” As I’ve just awakened and anxieties about my day have already taken hold of my mind.

“Good morning,” he replies. ‘How are you today?’

“Well, as you know my mind is all over the place already. My day hasn’t begun and here I am in my usual fretful place.” My response.

“Yes, I see this.” Pause… “well, what are you going to do today?” He asks nonchalantly, But is most interested in my responses though he already knows, everything.

“I will begin with you, my god. I will thank you for … I don’t know… let me think… my children, my animals, my home, and for me. You have crafted me for something. This I know, but honestly I’m lost and can’t remember or can’t recognize your plan for me.”

“Oh yes, I know.” Pauses again as his voice is soft and slow, he then says, “ in the Lord’s Prayer when you come to ‘they kingdom come thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,’ pay attention again.”

“Yes, I know what you’re saying. But, I’m not there today.” My faith is low and I need inspiration for manifestation.

“Try it again and this time say it until you believe it. Get the truth of this concept right here and now. You need it today.” He always hits the hammer on the nail that’s wobbly and crooked.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Thy Kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” So I say this over and over trying to get the message into my heart and soul. That I believe this truth, as he gave me, and this truth that is my lesson in life so therefore I must believe and practice this once again.

“You know,” he said, “those who gain the power of this verse will never be thirsty, hungry or have any lack. That’s why I put it there in these wonderful words.” He smiled. “But, you must do it. No one else can do it but you. You are no longer a child, yet you are a part of all my children in heaven as they are on earth.” He looked into my eyes. “Your eyes are so beautiful and are heavenly. They remind me of the finest of all my gems.”

I smiled back and looked at his eyes that seem as if they contained all weather within them. “Thank you for visiting me today. You made my day. The compliment about my weary eyes mean more to me than… oh my god. You gave them to me. They are a lesson that I am also learning about and anything from you is a gift. Thank you. I see partially. Thank you.”

He left within the rays of sunlight. His conversation will not be forgotten.

“Until later!” I waved into the lights of the early morning. And all was silent except the chirping of the cardinals.

@2018 BoJenn

Waiting for Answers

My words are few but are my hearts truth

And whispering comes within a surprise

I won’t echo your mistakes

For truthfully found are my misgivings

And into the winds I utter my longings

Privately standing before my god

Hearing him listen to that I’ve learned

He hears what I say and makes his decisions

Anxiously awaiting the answers rendered

In patience, in privacy, in humbled transgressions

And should he say, no, I continue forward

Gratefully because he may have saved me ~ again from tomorrow

@2018 BoJenn

WordPress You Frustrate Me

Non of my work formats any longer.

My page is not correct and my corrections, well… I gave up, because you always complete my work, your way.

If I could change blog sites easily, I would.

Is anyone ever home?

You send out messages, “how can we make WordPress better?” But, you don’t listen.

IF

IF (written for someone I love)

If my life went down another road

If happenstances were plainly homely

If times gave bliss instead of wrath

Perhaps you and I would not have met

And if you saw me without the impact

If you saw me as when I once was whole

If you were to speak then, thought doubtful

Perhaps the sorrows may not have occurred

Yet watch and look at the stars as they twinkle!

For within the sparkling, a hope of life appears

Yes, we were once friends my dearest husband

And thankfully a child was born in a season of mirth

And I thank God for our moments

Who thus engendered this young man

Smiling and happiness for such a gift, so grateful

But now, the doors are closing on our plans

If I knew what lies before us

If I think of the future, I shudder

If we never speak again, will matter

However, hatred and abuse have shattered

Every last membrane of my body

BoJenn @2017

The Man in Black

No eye contact
Dressed in black
A hat brimmed in leather
Small dark tie on white
A microphone aligned at his side
Face looked down and contemplated
Lips thin and about to say
Nose sharp and slightly chiseled
Long white fingers adorned
A smoldering red apple
‘‘Twas a genie above the fruit
The man was eloquently designed
My mother once described the man
She warned of his vileness past
But, I stood admiring the image
Of the man dressed in black
Had I of listened to my mama
My future would not be so sad
I should have run as quick as I could
Away and never looked back
But this is the way life is
Ignoring advice from the wise
Perhaps my children will do
Different from my crazy life
And see the smoke arising
And the glares in his eyes
And say, “he’s the one mama warned us!
Turn around and run the other away!”
Stop the sins of the ancestors
And finish the hell of today

@2018 BoJenn

Picture from The Poets Haven

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The Angel Miniel

We ask Angel Miniel to induce love of humans and animals

Miniel so rare the majestic sights of you
That here you are when so needed
Spreading love to man and puppies
Blowing love orbs amongst the brethren

And was my wish granted to see your face
To see you in action all over the place
Is there something that I should do?
Oh my … I’ll watch, so please, give me clues

I won’t get in your way
I promise this to you
Kindly tell me what I am to do
You smile as if to say,
“Just ask me, for I’ll quicken the stay.”
She winked and then departed with glee
A lesson learned from Miniel ~ to me

@Bojenn 2018
Picture from A Poets Haven

https://bonniegjennings.blog/2018/01/21/13759/

 

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1950; Children, of Closet Punishment

1950; Children, Of Closet Punishment

This topic bewilders me. I am an adult now, but still remember the closet. And, 65 years have past.

When reading Stephen Kings novel about how to write, he mentions being locked in the closet when he was a child. My mind flipped back over my years and my closet punishments sat before all memories.

Wondering if children who experience extreme isolation and quietness are prone to developing (one side effect) of creativity, as well as, horror and terror.

Stephen King’s novel was a gift and I’m not a huge reading or watching his shows, fan. I read the book out of curiosity and because it was a gift, only to discover that he and I had experienced the punishment of being locked in a closet.

Now, Mr. Stephen King, I’m not a fan of yours because your stories scare the hell out of me. And perhaps we experienced different types of endings, or visualized different circumstances while in the closet. You saw huge monsters and I saw survival by quietness. However, we both used our minds and imagination to live, to exist, to adjust, to protect ourselves from our closet experience. For these reasons, I see why and how we became writers. You who are famous, wealthy and a wee bit older, but not much, are products of the 1950 punishment regime that a few mothers or babysitters used on their children.

Sharing this story is not easy for me, however, it has entrapped me for a lifetime. I need to come out of the closet now. I’m sixty-five. It’s time.

By BoJenn 2018

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Poem (part two of poem one on 12.29.17)

Part 2

Behind the singing blonde angel who fed me.

She pointed “that way” to the pathway set before the trees.

Yes beautiful and green this holding seems to be

I wearily took my hat before lingering.

A pink Dogwood appeared way in the distance.

But audibly there were no sounds and no resistance.

No birds, no spiders, no bugs, nor anything living,

Other than trees and greenery and grass and mossy stepping stones.

So my question was, “what’s going on here? Am I now living without any friends?”

What of this lesson set before me, oh God, I give up before I enter in.

For you have me on a path all alone in a beautiful jungle without a snake

And what shall I do without even a slew to give the questions that must be answered

And lingering for “how long” is beyond anything reasonable

But, if you want me to enter in, then shall I enter

The limbs bare of leaves and foliage

No laughter from children nor tears or crying

Silence and peaceful so it appears

But, lord, the clanging of voices are now gone, disappeared

All the ways that I thought were for the best

Now seem unimportant and somewhat depressed

The world of news, wars, fighting and human distress

Now are gone in this jungle of mistrust

Lord, how do I get out of here?

This isn’t a place for me to endure

Nice as it may seem to have such a place of demure

Thankful that I see before it’s too late

The best place for me to be

Is in this world of terrible whines and mess

And people who are hungry and angry for

Your place of silence without any bugs

To tell you that I enjoyed the quietness

Is a lie of utter intellectual defiance

And the place of peace and humanity

Is in the thickets and meandering trees

Holding a hand torn from the fight

Blessing a bird caught in the winters night

Saying I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

Hugging you until the sun is done

Singing a song until the moon sets

Holding an orphan that must be lost

Bringing home a cat or dog

Loving the lost without cause

Saying well done when the curtain sets

Not traveling a road lost of human threats

Please God hear my prayers prayers

Bless me and others beyond the stars

Bring us home to rest in love

And keep us from pathways of forlorn

Bring us to peace and love for each other

12.29.17

BoJenn