a meteor shower is about to come
the weatherman's predicting
the southwest sky is very clear
so clouds won't be conflicting
I'm gonna grab a blanket, baby
we can cuddle to stay warm
with body heat and the blanket
we can watch the meteor storm
spread a sleeping bag on the ground
let's watch as each one falls
snuggling close, in between each kiss
we may not view them all
maybe we can catch a few
if we open up our eyes
a celestial event such as this
viewed best in the pre-dawn hours
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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
Saturday, January 4, 2020
Friday, January 3, 2020
standing by
waiting in the terminal
no boarding pass in hand
trying to get out of here
looking for a destination
all the lines are really long
everyone wants an attraction
they all have a ticket in hand
while I'm just standing by
free isn't what it used to be
there is always a cost
sometimes it isn't worth the price
and takes most of your time
if you want it bad enough
I believe it can be yours
it is better to have a seat confirmed
instead of standing by
finally, my name is called
I step forward to the gate
I've been bumped this whole day long
I'm tired of the pushing and shoving
as they scan my boarding pass
I enjoy the glares from others
expect delays and cancellations
when you are standing by
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no boarding pass in hand
trying to get out of here
looking for a destination
all the lines are really long
everyone wants an attraction
they all have a ticket in hand
while I'm just standing by
free isn't what it used to be
there is always a cost
sometimes it isn't worth the price
and takes most of your time
if you want it bad enough
I believe it can be yours
it is better to have a seat confirmed
instead of standing by
finally, my name is called
I step forward to the gate
I've been bumped this whole day long
I'm tired of the pushing and shoving
as they scan my boarding pass
I enjoy the glares from others
expect delays and cancellations
when you are standing by
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dawn
a big full moon
a coyote yowl
in the tree
a hooting owl
a warm night
and I can't sleep
counting sheep
does not help me
so I lay here
wide awake
knowing soon
the dawn will break
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a coyote yowl
in the tree
a hooting owl
a warm night
and I can't sleep
counting sheep
does not help me
so I lay here
wide awake
knowing soon
the dawn will break
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Thursday, January 2, 2020
wait and see
the path I walked
whispers on you go
don't detour
or you'll never know
what awaits there
at the end
keep on going
on my friend
maybe rainbows
wait for me
a brightness like
I've never seen
biding time
and wondering
I guess I'll have
to wait and see
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whispers on you go
don't detour
or you'll never know
what awaits there
at the end
keep on going
on my friend
maybe rainbows
wait for me
a brightness like
I've never seen
biding time
and wondering
I guess I'll have
to wait and see
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doze
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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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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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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