Bonnii Lynn Isaksen

Atlantic Hlds., NJ, USA

Bonnie has been writing poems since she was twelve years old. She attended Brookdale Community College, majoring in Journalism. She has three children, and has been married for twelve years. Bonnie has a book being published by Vantage Press, N.Y. entitled, "To Heaven and Back." (With a message for all.) Her Book goes into detail of her life, about death, and Heaven and a promise of Jesus returning to Earth. If you would like to obtain her book you can call Vantage Press at 1-212-736-1767. Bonnie has won Editors Choice Awards from the National Library of Poetry, as well as having been published in many anthologies. She is in the process of writing her third book.

BINGO

Bingo!
Rush, rush, into the bingo hall,
before your late, if you come to early you'll have to wait,
boards they do cost money, to much if you ask me, but that's the
way it has to be,
now looking for a table, you'd be better
off standing up if you able,
out comes the chips, the dabber and the tape, make sure you run
to the bathroom before it's too late,
on the way back you stop at the coffee line, seams to be moving
along just fine, couldn't help buying a piece of cake, Oh, what's a pound for goodness sake,
then you sit and fumble on those chairs so hard, while you
straighten out your bingo cards, soon... a person walks by
yelling specials! So you say you'll have beef on rye with lettuce
then he throws colorful paper at you, specials cost too much to!
Six old ladies are busy talking, sounds like a couple of hens
squawking! Everyone yells be quiet, or we'll make a riot.
Just when you think your getting close, and it's getting fun,
someone yells Bingo! I won! As the
smoked filled room makes you want to gag,
you see a spider has crawled up your bingo bag,
full card is the last card played, it is the longest game,
but if you win it, your name spreads like fame, leaving you have
to watch the stampede for the door, so what do you think bingo a bore.

NYE BOYUSA NIKAVO KROME BOGA ODNAVO
( I fear no one except God, the only One)

Walking through the boundaries of our soul....
We sometimes stumble and fall, crashing to the ground,
We look upon the shattered pieces that we once called our life.

Reaching up again to stand.... we wobble,
In between the realm of everlasting peace, through the oracles of space and time
To a place called, "heaven", that's oh! so fine!

Pulled back by our earthly memories and the need to survive
Thoughts of reaching the light has died.

Only when ones soul is truly free can he see his majesty!
To go from physical to spiritual, to physical again....
Wondering when the light will descend.
To touch . . . the glowing fire, is to let the Lord be thy desire,
To overpass the essence of life, to climb over doubts, and push down fear,
To sense the presence of angels when they are near,
To patiently wait and watch for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ!