Thursday, February 3, 2022

breakfast with you

as the coffee perks
muffins on a plate
butter on the table
breakfast will have to wait

your arms around my waist
a hug to start my day
kisses on my neck
pushing my hair away

another beautiful morning
your love starts it right
a morning song perfected
to hold us till it's night
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without a sound

you look out at the ocean
and I see a cracked wall
perspective bent, refracted
still once again I fall

as I stumble forward
you just can't see me through
no way left to catch me
my heart is on the move

looking over your shoulder
my shadow always around
now fading fast in moonlight
slipping away without a sound
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tangible dreams

keep your eye on the prize
tangible dreams
not the pot-holed road
once paved with hope
the dust now settled
on past fantasy
perspective sought
indelibly gained
live the lesson
from what remains
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Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Yes

The message; it was very short 
Only the word "yes" 
Nothing lost in translation 
Nothing left to guess

A world of possibilities 
A universe that’s just 
A galaxy of promise 
A cosmos of loving and trust 

“Yes”, the response was just this word 
The one I needed to hear 
The one that I was hoping for 
The one word that makes it clear

Casa

Mexico looms, 
3 short weeks away 
The casa, 
the sand, the dolphins and gulls 
All wait for my return, 
suspended in time 
with my absence

Virtue Haiku

Honesty is a 
virtue--integrity--trust 
practice what you preach!

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

text

the last time I saw you 
I think in Abilene 
you were sick, the time went quick 
and it was a messy scene 

a month goes past, 
you don't call or text 
I spill all my blues
because I am vexed

you read the words, 
hit a key to delete 
text one right back 
that isn't so sweet

so that's what I'm doing
I'm hitting delete
those words summed it up 
I'm getting over it

love

host-like, ghost-like 
it comes through the walls
densely, immensely 
a creeping fog 
forming, storming 
it controls my thoughts
stealing, unyielding
as quickly it's gone

Saturday, January 29, 2022

forever on my beach

in my mind I'm in Mexico 
my feet propped on my wall 
push the little piece of lime 
down in my Pacifico 
contemplating, resurrecting the way it all turns out
burying ghosts, faceless hosts
those things that plague me most 

why is it that I find myself 
but it doesn't last that long 
pack my bags, heading back 
while the CD plays that song 
maybe I should move there 
stay forever on my beach 
without cell phone calls no worries befall
just live my days in peace

Girl Scout merit

I thought, at first, it was all about me
that it was a poem you wanted me to see
reading of the future, the past left behind 
once again, silly me, I was reading it blind 

I felt confused bout what you were saying 
just like always--the meaning you're displaying 
straddling the fence--sitting in the middle 
the prose that is penned is teeming with riddles 

the joke's on me, once again a fool deceived 
you sit there rocking and laughing up your sleeve  
a Girl Scout merit from where I sit 
no matter who it's for, it's the way you prepare it

Friday, January 28, 2022

contrast

these thoughts that I pen 
are not truly contrasting 
to the way I feel

uncovered

what you have uncovered 
this truth that you discovered 
which was clear for all to see 
this heart that you have opened 
and has left me here just hoping 
won't bring you back here to me

sometimes

it is easier 
to let go of things you love
memories remain 

Thursday, January 27, 2022

twitter

the truth I twitter 
without any followers 
on Facebook I hedge
the Oracle of Apollo 
what lays obscure
hidden from prying eyes
rests till I'm ready 
to bring it to light

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

New Years Eve

no fancy dress bought
for New Year's Eve
we're staying in
just you and me 
steaks on the grill
and a bottle of wine
I think that sounds
like a very good time

A fire burns bright
warming the room
we're starting to yawn
it's way too soon
in bed before midnight
it doesn't matter much
as we settle for sleep
our hands tightly clutched 
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hold on to me

when the day is long
and we're far apart
nothing goes right
from the very start
my mind needing
a quick jumpstart
baby, hold on to me

when the night is long
and we're far apart
a waste of the moon
and those twinkling stars
and I am missing you
with all my heart
baby, hold on to me
baby, hold on to me
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running on empty

didn't see the light turn red
thoughts that burn inside my head
running on empty, running hard
all around me lies in shards

all the things I try to hide
eating like a cancer inside
pour them out into a glass
a leaking sieve that empties fast

I can see it fading away
memories sweet from yesterday
as I hold on to what was untrue
doing my best to hold on to you
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Tuesday, January 25, 2022

inspire

what inspires a poet 
to pen the things that we write 
about hope long lost, a new love affair 
or passion by candle's light 

I read sonnets written by others 
and I can see myself in their text 
I can place myself in some lines 
but I am not always there in the next

the subjects that inspire me
always have a rhyme and a reason 
and I hope to remain inspired 
and pen on for many more seasons

so far

so far it's been wine and roses 
so far the trail has been smooth 
so far the stars shine brightly 
and you think that I hung the moon 
so far it all fits together 
so far there has been no rain 
so far the road we've traveled 
to get past all of the old pains 
so far you've showed every reason 
so far there've been no test 
so far the path still to travel
so far to gather the rest

adhesive

it surrounds my heart 
an easy feeling
bonding us together
love's the adhesive
it's an absolute truth 
between you and me 
this road we're on 
all limits exceeded 

Monday, January 24, 2022

the truth

you're digging for the truth 
and using both of your hands 
it's a losing cause you know
against the shifting sands 

like a dying man's thirst 
as you race against the clock 
tryin to figure it out 
and why the thoughts don't stop 

you should have brought a shovel 
and a hat for the desert heat 
a thermos with some water 
replacing sweat excreted

when did I have it last? 
I thought I buried it there 
no answer to your questions 
as you labor with despair 

you reach into your pocket 
for a kerchief to wipe the grime 
and there you find the truth 
in your back pocket this whole time

chance

Contingency
Hope
Ambivalent
Need
Coincidence
Expectation
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Thursday, January 20, 2022

dreams to dawn

I meander through dreams looking for you
cloaked in darkness; confusion
I traipse through tall prairie grass and dense forest
observing from the shadows within while you wait
soundless, stoic, statuesque
a bird of prey, talons ready
I stumble over your heart's protective tripwire
and I fall....from dreams to dawn
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I am

I am.... 
the last thought in your evening 
the first though in your dawn
moving in your memory 
swaying to your song 
I am...
a melody that you're singing
softly in your heart 
a minute in your history 
though miles that we're apart
I am... 
a book that you're re-reading 
a chapter in your soul 
a bookmark in your spirit 
the piece that makes you whole

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

for awhile

you lifted me 
as if I weighed nothing 
you carried me, when I needed it 
you kissed away the hurt and pain 
and for awhile it was sweet again 
for awhile it was spring 
for awhile you sang me a song 
for awhile it was like before... 
before I knew