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My Soulmate Is a Pilgrim, Mercury In Retrograde

My soulmate is a pilgrim, 
He explores the zodiac’s constellations
Not always in our own Milky Way, he treks
His journeys enlighten mankind
Because he aims his bow hunting faith in Sagittarius
And swims with emotional artistry in Pisces
He judges mankind with Libran scales
As he admires beauty while visitingTaurus
By Capricorn he calculates the distances to travel
With Gemini he knows about all the heavens
In Aquarius he will always be courageous and cool
While adventuring The Scorpio Moon, my soulmate tells no secrets
Because he is a man of Aries who has great self worth
His mother The Virgin he humbly thanks
The Cancer crab brings him home again
He enters Earth as Leo the lion
That  time occurred when Regulus in retrograde circled Jupiter
Then, Jupiter conjoined Venus
Making it event the brightest lights in all heaven
So the Maggi would find the divine child
My soulmate is that deity
He rides on the tail of the comets.
One day he will come again
He promised
And he, my friend, does not lie.

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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




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

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WINTER FAIRES AND RETURN TO THE FOREST
This is one poem in the collection. They are a series of poems that tell a story. The story is about a war. A battle between wills and power struggles of any type. In this poem series fairies fight for for the sake of sanity. Making life livable even after human traumas. It is the will to survive when chaos seems to be in control. Escapism is the only way for survival of the life in a spirit.
The Fairies bring joy, wonder and a grasping of imagination in order to smile and appreciate innocence in a world of bleakness.

TRYING TO FIND HOME

“Awe,” the radiance; so bright.
Then, follow it, with all might.
The road course shall lead by day
Rocks, turns, stickers and curves
Climb anyway…

~~~

My prejudiced thoughts;
Lofty visions of you.
Fiery images deflect a golden hue.
Imagined you, bronzed, dazzling, and vein.
We danced; then came the rain.

~~~

Caught too long there.
Idol thoughts; so dear.
Washed away; with my tear.
My arms bound, and mouth sealed.
Woven. Hey! What’s the deal?

~~~

OH, My God! I’ve Been Caught!
The coven’s web intently taut!
The feast I am. His delight.
Oh, fairy friend! By the firelight!
Here I am!

~~~

Now the spiders home virtually unseen,
Vaguely tucks into that corner beam.
But, see the dim light, growing so bright?
A fairy severs the silk, so tight.
And, falling from the web of fright.

~~~

Still arms tangled by silk threads
Pushing out bracing the fall
The spider and the fairy brawl
Wham, Bam, to and fro, from the deathly fight they bow
Looking, whom’s, my fairy friend? Noticing it must be Joe.

~~~~

Underneath the spider
Joe waves thumbs up, You’re alright!
Now run like hell! To the light!
Run away little bait!
For, the fate of the firefly might be too late…

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The Healers of Ecuador

The Healers in Ecuador
Ecuador lush greens, and iguanas galore
The smell of the Hibiscus so sweet they implore
The hunches of folk maidens found in books
Adventures in paradise; listening to brooks
Healing the soul from whence it came
Releasing the bondages from deadly games
The essence of breath found in the jungle untamed.
The healers explored vast botany ignored
Within the person the pilgrims restored
Instead of a pharmacy excepting a bribe
Drops from lush plants heal souls that subscribe
And, hope soars as the eagles proclaim,
The Boehme folk maidens brushed them and gently lay claim
Healing for anyone without any shame
Thanking The Earth for royal bounties it shares
Requesting in return to replenish its’ ware


This poem is dedicated to Ingrid Neiman and Dr. Induli "The Healers of Ecuador"
By Bonnie Jennings

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Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice 

Abundance of fruits on summers days
How grateful are we for the sun’s rays
And at Solstice, the height of thanksgiving
Because The Earth we eat sweet melons
The highest northern point on it shines
The zenith point of celebration, god dines
In joy and happiness and praise.
As my ancestors taught about days
Connected to sun, moon and our planet’s life
In bonfires, we observing power and might
Recognizing that all are related to the light
That on June 21st, the longest day
We lift the wine with hands that pray
Honoring our forefathers of covens riches
Druids and Wiccan, warlocks and witches
Tribes of pagans and lonely mystics
Celebrate abundance and births of pagans
Giving thanks where and when god is forgotten

5/24/2016

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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 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
~


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Rain

Held by a dungeon of torrential rain
It resounded like a quarrel outside
It was an argle-bargle of earth, rain and wind
It blew patterns of a boustrophedon
Being cantankerous from the brouhaha 
I took my bumbershoot to the door
The umbrella became discombobulated 
The nonsensical wind blew it inside out
A melee of rain furbellfwed my face
A gardylool hadn’t been announced 
Thus a television gonzo weather reporter
A nincompoop on the matters of meteorology 
And I, a smell fungus, thought, no sun would shine
But, somewhere near, I heard a turdiform, "A Lark?"
To my amazement a vomiter shown from above
The Earth smelled dank mud, spores and green grass
It was petrichor to a doubting Thomas 
Was I to trust the rays and Lark?
But, the smell of must from the downpour ~
Meh, on the other hand, gloom and doom
Have always been, my very best friend

6/6/16 

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Best Poems Written by Bonnie Jennings

Fires of Life

The Banks of Serenity

So You Want To Be a Nurse

My Soulmate Is a Pilgrim, Mercury In Retrograde

There Is a Dragon In My Garden

Trying To Find Home

The Healers of Ecuador

Summer Solstice

The Circle of Life

Rain