BONNIE JENNINGS

BONNIE JENNINGS

HAVEN DREAMING

Drifting weightlessly awhile dreaming lucidly seeing

Floating through halls of granite having huge columns

Touching cold stonewalls filled with ancient lights

Knew momentarily, I was transported somewhere else

I studied the writings and carved pictures on the walls

Reading a story of humans caught within an earthen warp

But, here a palatial ruin, not foreboding, and oddly grand

Felt pleasure and comfort, felt familiarly, as if, I was home

The temple held temples, spirits ~ awaiting souls

A ride through the cosmos in order to find their own

And meanwhile awaiting the catalyst who transports

Watched myself drifting in this palatial mausoleum space

Recognizing old ~ old character beings, I’ve known

In another place for certain; however, this was our womb

Until the time of birthing thus taking flight combusting into life

Here we gathered, quietly awaiting, until our mother said

And this cold monumental temple is our place

I recognized the carvings and the silent grace

And one day, will return and unite with my family

A peaceful dream experienced, finding my haven

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REMEMBERING WALES

The aromas of luxurious greens adorned the ruin

And wandering up the stairs had intense feelings

Chills and goosebumps and Erector Pelli presented

The closer the emerging, the more intuition feelings

Here I’d been, in this place along ~ long time ago

The whispers of distant voices and conversations

Remembered laughter and thought of the dancing

Beer, wine and silver goblets, and sheer elegance

Gentleman in kilts, and fair maids with bosoms

Cajoling till dawn, Oh, the legends ~ long gone

And now Butter Cups adorn the stairs leading up

To a place once reserved for men of Highlanders

And, The charitable Sisters of Dawn, tended by day

Oh, but that was ancient centuries now long forsaken

Here I walk, three hundred years past such history

Visiting ghosts, and wondering could we have passed

Each other again, some later time and place, so aghast

Venturing another lifetime, could they’ve too ~

Will we meet again, at this ruin on a hill?

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A MOMENT

Momentarily, de jevu flashed as erroneously remembered

This castle amongst foliage and humongous lizards

Oddly familiar, the senses anticipate relevance

To a time untamed, yet wildly passionate

Where fair maidens surrendered to kings impassioned

And the jungle seems unexciting after all the eras

And lost was the drunken music, beer, and enibriation

No decadent laughter heard, no reveling “bottoms up!”

Just me standing reverently, at the nevergreen years

Ghosts that linger, and faint voices past

And prayerfully, I turned around in my tracks

BONNIE JENNINGS

BONNIE JENNINGS was born in New Orleans, LA, USA and from there she moved with her family to several different paces, California, Oklahoma, Texas, Louisiana again, Arizona, Puerto Rico, Atlanta Ga, Miami and Ft Lauderdale Fl and now residing in The Piney Woods of East Texas. She has travelled to South America on three occasions, Europe, France, England, and Rome. She studied Shakespeare at Stratford Upon Avon, UK. She spent summer in Beckington, England 1969 while attending summer school. At nine years old she had a fascination with the stars. Her father taught her from his time spent in WWII as a navigator, and from that relationship, Bonnie became consumed with astrology, mythology, religions, Christianity, Gnosis or Gnostic Christianity and other esoteric beliefs. She wrote poetry at a young age and also short stories. She has had experiences with attending exorcisms and was taught about spiritual warfare. This book, The Secret Lives of Fairy Godmother’s, Witches and Angels arose from her 63 years of study.

She has two children, 6 pets, a wonderful supporting sister, and another sister who left home 47 years ago and never returned. By profession she has an AS-ADN in RN and has been a psychiatric nurse for the past fifteen years, and spent 8 years prior to psych in medical. From 1972 through 1988 she was a flight attendant for Eastern Airlines. In 1999 she competed her first novel, a sci-fy, and their home burned down and she lost the entire book. She often fantasizes about the leading character, who has never left her side. His name was/is  Zeta, a special angel.