Thursday February 12 A Month Of Love from BJ Neblett

Just two days away, why not make Valentine's Day every day for that certain someone? Enjoy today's love posting, then click my writer's blog to the right for this week's romance story.

Love knows no boundaries... seeks no guidance... obeys no rules... 

If a man could be in two places at one time/

I'd be with you/

Tomorrow and today/

Beside you all the way/

                                                                       Photo unattributed

"If" by Bread 1971

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Said Spring To Winter

BJ Neblett

© 2013, 2014

                                 Said Spring to Winter            Said Winter to Spring

                                      In silence we meet              Don’t ask me my name

                                  Specter of my dreams                   I am just a man

                                The future in your eyes            Do not seek tomorrow

                                    Uncertain but true                   And it will be yours

                                    How am I to know                  Ask me no questions

                                 What truths will I find                 I’ll tell you no lies

                                        Your gift to me                          Take all I offer

                                        Afraid to open                        As long as it lasts

                                   The longings inside             Don’t question your heart

                                Untouched and frozen                And love will be ours

                                                                                                            For Kristin

Easter Sunday 2014 by BJ Neblett

A beautiful sunny Sunday can do wonders for the spirit and the muse and the memory. As you enjoy this Easter Sunday, please enjoy this special new poem.
Peace,
BJ

Easter Sunday, 2014

BJ Neblett

© 2014

I bought a bouquet

of tulips yesterday.

They reminded me of you.

The farmer’s market

where I bought them

was busy with people.

But the man selling the

tiny donuts you loved

wasn’t there.

So I had a bagel

with my Sunday paper

at Starbucks.

I placed the flowers in a vase

next to the picture

of you at the tulip

festival last year.

It made me smile.

When I returned home

from shopping

I thought you were here.

But it was just the scent

of the flowers.

It made me dream

of you again.

The pillow where

you lay your head

remained cold and barren.

I bought a bouquet

of tulips yesterday.

They reminded me of you.

Today I threw them

in the trash.

                 Seattle, WA

                 April, 2014

Looking Back by BJ Neblett

Looking Back
BJ Neblett
© 1967, 1970, 2013, 2014
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
                                                                F. Scott Fitzgerald
                                                                The Great Gatsby 
As one of my all time  favorite books concludes, I am again reminded of how desperately we sometimes cling to the past. And of how simple life can really be if we could only:
                                                                 Learn from the past
                                                                 Live for the present
                                                                 Look to the future.
                                                                           BJ Neblett
Enjoy these two poems from a different time, a different place and a (somewhat) different BJ.

Untitled

BJ Neblett

© 1967, 2013

I thought you said you loved me

When you asked me my name

I thought of how an hour from now

Would it still feel the same

But all that mattered was your laughter

It hid your last goodbye

Disguised as rain clouds in the air

And taught me how to cry

Untitled

BJ Neblett

© 1970, 2013

I wonder if you’ll ever think of me

Somewhere within your castle mind

Of crowded rooms

And sweeping halls

And ivory towers

And crumbling walls

That

            t

              u

                m

                   b

                     l

                      e

Through the caverns of time

You’ve set aside to live within

And the world

A microscopic toy to you

To play with as you will

Or destroy as you please

Said Spring To Winter by BJ Neblett

Hello and happy holidays! I'll be enjoying my birthday on the 24th (yes, a Christmas baby, better than a sack of coal!) with a quiet night, perhaps with a couple of friends. Hopefully yours will be a bit more exciting. In the mean time enjoy this new and very special poem written for a very special person. And then follow the link at the right over to my writer's blog for a short story.
Peace and love for a new year.
BJ

Said Spring To Winter

by BJ Neblett

© 2013

                           Said Spring to Winter            Said Winter to Spring

                              In silence we meet              Don’t ask me my name

                          Specter of my dreams                   I am just a man

                         The future in your eyes            Do not seek tomorrow

                             Uncertain but true                   And it will be yours

                            How am I to know                  Ask me no questions

                         What truths will I find                 I’ll tell you no lies

                                Your gift to me                          Take all I offer

                                 Afraid to open                        As long as it lasts

                             The longings inside            Don’t question your heart

                          Untouched and frozen              And love will be ours

A Couple of Very Special Poems by BJ Neblett

Hi again and thanks for visiting. Here are a few recently inspired poems and musings. Enjoy and be sure to 'like' 'link' and comment. Also, I have two new stories published on Short Story Me. The link is below. Thanks.
BJ
Short Story Me: Short Story Me
Poems

© 2013

If I had kissed you
Tell me what would you have done
Kiss me back or run


                                             Loving you is like walking between raindrops


                   Specter of my dreams
                   She comes to me in the night
                   Love I'll never know


Though we never kissed
Of all my loves come and gone
I miss you the most


                                   Would you hold gently
                                   If I reached to take your hand
                                   Would you understand

Untitled by BJ Neblett

Here's a poem from a younger and more, shall we say, romantic BJ. Then again, looking at some of my more recent work, I guess not that much has changed... life goes on.

Enjoy,

BJ

Untitled

by BJ Neblett

© 1970, 2013

I sat until the old man of the park came by

as he always seemed to do about this time.

Yet dusk arrived early today,

or was it only the clouds that

blocked the sunlight from my eyes,

the same sun we shared often

but never enough.

But there was never enough time and

perhaps that is why I’m alone now,

alone, watching the old man,

the funny old man of the park

you called him,

as we sat and watched him

and the people

and the pigeons,

and the buildings melted into the sky

as we walked through

the thoughts we shared

and the love that grew like

the trees in the park,

the park where we sat

and met

and talked

and loved

and watched the old man,

the poor old man of the park.

And now it’s dark and I’m alone

and the old man is gone.

No, he didn’t come today

as he always did before.

Now he is gone

and so are you.

                                    Broomall, PA

                                    October, 1970

Untitled by BJ Neblett

Leave the door to your mind wide open. But

keep the screen door shut. That way you can

see everything that is going on around you,

let in only that which you want, and keep

everything inside from running out.

                                                Raybrook, NY

                                                October, 2006