Friday February 13 A Month Of Love from BJ Neblett

Make Friday the 13th your lucky day! Pick up the goodies for your loved one today! And what could be better than a romantic murder mystery? In honor of Valentine's Day and my month long salute to love, my friend Lisa Fernow has made her terrific short story Death Of A Tango Dancer free for all thru Feb. 28. Simply click the title! And enjoy today's nod to love here, then click over to my writer's blog for this week's romance story.

Sometimes words just aren't enough... sometimes they are just right...

I've dreamed of this a thousand times before/

In my dreams I couldn't love you more/

I will give you my heart until the end of time/

You're all I need my love my Valentine/

"Valentine" Martina McBride 1997

(Click the title for the YouTube link)

Mi Amor Es Tuyo

BJ Neblett

© 2013, 2015

Whatever you do wherever you go

You will always know

My love is yours

Though near though far I’ll be by your side

A heart to abide

My love is yours

Thru space and thru time although we’re apart

You stay in my heart

My love is yours

From valley below to rainbow on high

I’ll shout and I’ll sigh

My love is yours

            As tender as a kiss

            My empty arms enfold you

            And as strong as a tear

            My empty heart longs for you

By day or by night you’ll never regret

Please never forget

My love is yours

I pledge and I vow the words of my song

To never do wrong

My love is yours

Whatever you do wherever you go

May you always know

My love is yours

Whatever you do wherever you go

So you’ll always know

Mi amor es tuyo

The 12th Day Of Never by BJ Neblett

Ok, here it is, my first 'officially' published work, a poem from 1967 that appeared in a national poetry anthology. The Vietnam War was escalating, there were protesters in the streets, Bob Dylan and folk rock were on the radio and the Republicans were about to be in power. I was 17 and in high school and sitting in study hall bored and just wondering what the big deal was about Friday the 13th. Calliope must have been bored that day as well. Enjoy and please feel free to comment.
BJ.

The 12^th Day Of Never

by BJ Neblett

© 1967, 2013

The morning burst into a crisp,

clear gay marriage

of loneliness.

Soon the shadows of night

are forgotten and all around

is a joyful feeling

of sudden death.

It is the 12^th day of never.

To the east the burning sun

is slowly climbing the skyward

of hatred and deceit.

In the garden, Alice In Wonderland

type figures have already

landed their forces in

the outer rice paddies.

It is the 12^th day of never.

Scheming people turn in fear of

a strange flash of burning black

gone as suddenly as it came.

And the morning air becomes

full of cloudy, dust filled

rings of crazy people in a

crazy world.

It is the 12^th day of never.

Now the sun returns to the west;

the frightening flash of total

darkness is about us.

Meanwhile, hidden deep in alleys,

people are drawing conclusions

on the walls and returning to

their coffins ‘till tomorrow.

And what of tomorrow?

Why everyone knows it’s Friday,

The 13^th day of never.

                                                            Broomall, PA

                                                            November, 1967