the ceiling fan spins
a gentle humming sound
that should put me to sleep
but it doesn’t
again, I toss and turn
unable to sleep
insomnia plagues me
thoughts speed through my mind
no discernable answers come
soon the alarm will sound
it’s annoying beep
I will hit doze
although I haven’t
at all
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https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche
Thursday, January 2, 2020
goodnight
goodnight my love
sleep well
yours the last voice
that I hear
and I fall asleep
with a smile
I will find my way
to you in my dreams
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sleep well
yours the last voice
that I hear
and I fall asleep
with a smile
I will find my way
to you in my dreams
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dreams
and the dreams that come
are that, not reality
I hate being right
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are that, not reality
I hate being right
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Wednesday, January 1, 2020
ballad
all around me hums
as I dance to a new song
ballads of what's true
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as I dance to a new song
ballads of what's true
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too far gone
imperfections tucked into tight jeans
insecurities under the soft blouse
fragility walking in stiletto heels
knowing....
when you light the candles...
when you unbutton the silk shirt...
when you lay me down...
enraptured....
you will be too far gone to see
the mars and freckles of my make-up
the blemishes from my past
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insecurities under the soft blouse
fragility walking in stiletto heels
knowing....
when you light the candles...
when you unbutton the silk shirt...
when you lay me down...
enraptured....
you will be too far gone to see
the mars and freckles of my make-up
the blemishes from my past
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Tuesday, December 31, 2019
the whisper of sunrise
in the whisper of sunrise
the sun through the mesquite
the promise of another day
from the breeze blowing around me
in these early morning moments
when not a murmur will be
distance grows like thick, green moss
on the north side of a tree
I put it all in perspective
with coffee on the patio
filing away the pieces of us
that I once did know
don't worry about our yesterdays
no redemption to be seen
once, what kept me wondering
no longer pesters me
wrapped in warmth around me
all that I sought from you
true and everlasting
gone, is all we knew
in the whisper of the sunrise
it is His mystical way
to open up a window
the door shuts on yesterday
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the sun through the mesquite
the promise of another day
from the breeze blowing around me
in these early morning moments
when not a murmur will be
distance grows like thick, green moss
on the north side of a tree
I put it all in perspective
with coffee on the patio
filing away the pieces of us
that I once did know
don't worry about our yesterdays
no redemption to be seen
once, what kept me wondering
no longer pesters me
wrapped in warmth around me
all that I sought from you
true and everlasting
gone, is all we knew
in the whisper of the sunrise
it is His mystical way
to open up a window
the door shuts on yesterday
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Monday, December 30, 2019
New Year
Nurture
Each
Wish
Yesterday
Ends
A New Year dawns
Resplendent
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Each
Wish
Yesterday
Ends
A New Year dawns
Resplendent
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Saturday, December 28, 2019
home
life is a long road
no one should have
to walk it alone
so take my hand
I'll help you along
help you over the
rough spots
and lead you home
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no one should have
to walk it alone
so take my hand
I'll help you along
help you over the
rough spots
and lead you home
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trip and fall
always, You are there
in my waking hour and sleep
watching over my every step
when I trip and when I fall
I know that You can see it all
and if I ask, or if I don't
the answer You provide
will see me through
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in my waking hour and sleep
watching over my every step
when I trip and when I fall
I know that You can see it all
and if I ask, or if I don't
the answer You provide
will see me through
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Friday, December 27, 2019
cactus flower
in the desert
in the shadows of
the mountains and
the valley verde
after the monsoon rain
a cactus flower blooms
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in the shadows of
the mountains and
the valley verde
after the monsoon rain
a cactus flower blooms
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Rain (choka)
Monsoons reappear
This time the rain is cleansing
It is cool and fresh
Reinventing me
Washing my spirit and soul
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This time the rain is cleansing
It is cool and fresh
Reinventing me
Washing my spirit and soul
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rain
dark clouds romp across the sky
crashing thunder when they bump
flirting with a chance of rain
always getting my hopes up!
heat builds with intensity
sweat pouring out of every pore
begging for monsoon relief
liquid silver--we need more
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crashing thunder when they bump
flirting with a chance of rain
always getting my hopes up!
heat builds with intensity
sweat pouring out of every pore
begging for monsoon relief
liquid silver--we need more
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Thursday, December 26, 2019
road block
I wonder am I heading
down a road already blocked
are the barricades up
and all those orange cones
are there danger signs
flashing red lights
is the road paved
or does it just end
no indication
if I need to turn back
so I keep on going
no signs to show me
so I keep on going
towards my dreams
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down a road already blocked
are the barricades up
and all those orange cones
are there danger signs
flashing red lights
is the road paved
or does it just end
no indication
if I need to turn back
so I keep on going
no signs to show me
so I keep on going
towards my dreams
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night
in the dark I lie, wakeful
staring at the dark ceiling
thinking nothing at all
thinking a thousand thoughts
all at the same time
the clock ticks my night away
while I wait for something
that does not come
insomnia, an ugly word
a word I detest, hate, despise
I can see the dawn coming
as it breaks through the blinds
I hear the birds, chirping their alarm
and as I roll to my side
away from the light,
I close my eyes, again
nothing, nada, zilch
another night, a new day
the same as the one before
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staring at the dark ceiling
thinking nothing at all
thinking a thousand thoughts
all at the same time
the clock ticks my night away
while I wait for something
that does not come
insomnia, an ugly word
a word I detest, hate, despise
I can see the dawn coming
as it breaks through the blinds
I hear the birds, chirping their alarm
and as I roll to my side
away from the light,
I close my eyes, again
nothing, nada, zilch
another night, a new day
the same as the one before
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Tuesday, December 24, 2019
me and you
time flies
grief wains
eventually I learn
to love again
night ends
a new day
sun shines bright
fog dissipates
a perfect card
for a heart that's true
a new love
for me and you
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grief wains
eventually I learn
to love again
night ends
a new day
sun shines bright
fog dissipates
a perfect card
for a heart that's true
a new love
for me and you
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lucky charms
I don't have a lucky number
don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm
I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun
if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you
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don't have a lucky charm
don't wear any special metals
to keep me safe from harm
I don't carry a four leaf clover
I could never find one
don't say any special prayers
when the new day has begun
if I had a lucky number
that numeral would be two
three is just a crowd
if there's more than me and you
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Monday, December 23, 2019
you are
you are the sun that rises in the mountains
the moon that glows in my night
every phase and every phrase
of poetry that I write
you are the blue sky during my day
and the million stars in my eve
you are the heart and soul of me
and everything in between
clouds may form and rain may fall
the mountain winds will blow
but your gentleness, your tenderness
a white hot ash that glows
you are the sun that rises in the mountains
the moon that glows in my night
every phase and every phrase
of love that shines on me
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the moon that glows in my night
every phase and every phrase
of poetry that I write
you are the blue sky during my day
and the million stars in my eve
you are the heart and soul of me
and everything in between
clouds may form and rain may fall
the mountain winds will blow
but your gentleness, your tenderness
a white hot ash that glows
you are the sun that rises in the mountains
the moon that glows in my night
every phase and every phrase
of love that shines on me
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love just right
glow on moon
shine on stars
blow down wind
from mountains, far
play on song
dance with me
show your love
for all to see
kiss me long
hold me tight
give all you have
ah, love just right
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shine on stars
blow down wind
from mountains, far
play on song
dance with me
show your love
for all to see
kiss me long
hold me tight
give all you have
ah, love just right
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Sunday, December 22, 2019
cooking
I can't get through cooking
without an injury
I just grated my knuckle
and I'm in misery
you are smoking the brisket
the shrimp is thawing too
perhaps I need to slow down
just to make it through
I could be more careful
to get this to the table
think of what I'm doing
of course I know I'm able
at last it's time for dinner
we bow our heads for grace
no trip to urgent care needed
all are in their place
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without an injury
I just grated my knuckle
and I'm in misery
you are smoking the brisket
the shrimp is thawing too
perhaps I need to slow down
just to make it through
I could be more careful
to get this to the table
think of what I'm doing
of course I know I'm able
at last it's time for dinner
we bow our heads for grace
no trip to urgent care needed
all are in their place
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stocking
it's just a Christmas stocking
bright green; with fluff around
the difference is the love I feel
your pet name on the top surrounds
hung by the mantel with all of the rest
displayed for friends and family to see
adding me to your holiday list
our first together with a perfect tree
this promises to be the best Christmas yet
checking off names as complete
stores are crazy as we work
shopping together for gifts we need
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bright green; with fluff around
the difference is the love I feel
your pet name on the top surrounds
hung by the mantel with all of the rest
displayed for friends and family to see
adding me to your holiday list
our first together with a perfect tree
this promises to be the best Christmas yet
checking off names as complete
stores are crazy as we work
shopping together for gifts we need
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Merry Christmas
Many are the cards I send
Each friend and relative near and far
Reaching out with a stamped wish
Remembering those that mean the most
You are on my list
Celebrating this special day
Hearth and home all decorated
Resting little, preparing much
Inside my heart, they all play a part
Season of contentment, season of beauty
To each and all that are inside me
Many wishes come your way
Answers resplendent in my mail
Season of hope and love
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Saturday, December 21, 2019
first Christmas (k)
it's my very first holiday
Christmas without you
moments of excitement
moments of feeling blue
thoughts of those together
and love that we did share
once tied with pretty ribbon
now my heart stripped bare
did you think about it?
Christmas morning, laying alone
wondering what I was doing
or the feelings dead and gone
as I unwrapped my presents
with those here close to me
thoughts are wandering once again
to things I did not see
I know I will survive
as I file it all away
substantial things you lost
taken for granted everyday
forgiveness will not come
destruction massive and deep
at least not this first Christmas
that you're not here with me
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Christmas without you
moments of excitement
moments of feeling blue
thoughts of those together
and love that we did share
once tied with pretty ribbon
now my heart stripped bare
did you think about it?
Christmas morning, laying alone
wondering what I was doing
or the feelings dead and gone
as I unwrapped my presents
with those here close to me
thoughts are wandering once again
to things I did not see
I know I will survive
as I file it all away
substantial things you lost
taken for granted everyday
forgiveness will not come
destruction massive and deep
at least not this first Christmas
that you're not here with me
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Christmas Day
the tree is now bare
gifts unwrapped and put away
'cept the ones inside
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gifts unwrapped and put away
'cept the ones inside
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sometimes
the gift you love most
an unexpected surprise
costs nothing at all!
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an unexpected surprise
costs nothing at all!
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holidays
shopping for the holidays
like bumper cars on this given day
mentally checking off my list
making sure there's nothing missed
the store is crazy on this day
last minute shoppers in a craze
buying gifts for those forgot
I'm still happy that they shop
heading home, I'm running late
dinner will have to be at eight
just remembered I forgot dessert
pudding pops will have to work
when at last we bow or heads
thanking God for daily bread
there's no place that I'd rather be
than a holiday with family
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like bumper cars on this given day
mentally checking off my list
making sure there's nothing missed
the store is crazy on this day
last minute shoppers in a craze
buying gifts for those forgot
I'm still happy that they shop
heading home, I'm running late
dinner will have to be at eight
just remembered I forgot dessert
pudding pops will have to work
when at last we bow or heads
thanking God for daily bread
there's no place that I'd rather be
than a holiday with family
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