Monday, February 24, 2014

Heart and Soul by BJ Neblett

"The past is a hotel. You can check in any time, enjoy the view. But you can't live there, the cost is too high."
                                                          Elysian Dreams by BJ Neblett
Change is never easy, be it moving across country or moving through the loss of a loved one. I have had my share of moving as well as a loss. You never fully get over either, you just keep going. Here are a couple of poems: an oldie for the heart and a more recent one for the soul.

By BJ Neblett
© 1984, 2013

             A single tear
            Washes away
            Water colored lies
            Slain by the guilt
            Of promises broken
            Tomorrow dies

             For Robin

by BJ Neblett
© 2009, 2013

Starting over
Tired old city tired old faces
Tired old friends
Been there and done that
Like a stuck record
                                    repeat           repeat
                                                repeat           repeat
Tired old questions tired old answers
Tired old fears

Starting over
Different city different faces
Different friends
Carousel of time
Ticket paid with tears
                                       around                   around 
Different questions different answers
Different fears

Starting over
Greeting challenges seeking horizons
Facing new days
Awaken dreamer
Everest to climb
Answering new questions reaching new horizons
Facing new fears

Starting over
                        no more

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Charlie Brown On Love

"Love is being happy just knowing she's happy... but that isn't so easy."

Growing up I suffered from un-diagnosed dyslexia. A Peanuts coloring book helped me learn to read. Later I discovered good ole Charlie Brown had a lot more to teach me about life and about love. So for Valentine's Day here are some of the lessons I learned, and a few I probably should have learned from Charlie about love.

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."

"Love is not giving up on someone when they don't love you back."
"Love is a baseball."
"Love is standing in a doorway just to see her if she comes walking by."
"Love is visiting a sick friend."
"Love is being able to spot her clear across the playground among four hundred other kids."
"Love is wishing you had enough nerve to go over and talk with that little red haired girl."
"Love is getting someone a glass of water in the middle of the night."

Thanks Charlie.
For more on love from the Peanuts gang.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Ernest Hemingway On Love

As Valentine's Day approaches, I have come across this quote from one of my favorite authors. Known more for his realistic and gritty depictions of the human condition and spirit, Hemingway was also quite the philosopher when it came to love. Many of his private writings and letters reflect a softer and more contemplative side, as evidenced by this quote taken from a personal letter. It touches my heart every time I read it over, and I hope it does the same for you.
To someone who has touched my heart: Happy Valentine's Day!
Love to all,

"I guess the true extent of one's problems is measured by the capacity of your heart to love anything when your head knows there is no good end to it."
                                                     Ernest Hemingway

Sunday, February 2, 2014

The Gift by BJ Neblett

The Gift
BJ Neblett
© 2014

Once I was a lover
Through youthful eyes I saw
The world a brightly wrapped package
Each dawn Christmas day

My heart I sent before me
Its glow lit my path
The girls who did abide me
I loved them everyone

With poems wise and tender
With songs both sweet and sad
My love boxed gay and brightly
A gift of the pilgrim soul

Many a heart would tarry
Many a breast would sing
Each gentle touch a promise
And every kiss a lie

Each moon would enrapture
Each sun revealed the truth
The package prized and desired
The gift inside ignored

And so my soul did wander
Cold years marked my path
Unopened and unwanted
My gift inside to die

Love’s song but a memory
Heart’s glow a flickering light
Through dimming eyes I saw you
A rose against the snow

My gift all but forgotten
The wrappings torn and brown
You took the love within me
Unquestioned for your own