Meant to Be

Prompt: Where were you last night at midnight?


To find this guy at midnight, you
Just listen for my snore:
I was asleep by ten last night
And up around, oh, four

The same was true on New Year’s Eve;
I am a boring guy;
My wife, she seems to like me
But I really can’t say why

I know why I like her, and that’s
Because she is the best:
For I tried many others,
Many years, and without rest —

But many midnights, I’m asleep
While she is yet astir —
You might think that could never work,
But I do not concur

For people’s hearts go where they will
And hers has gone to me:
So where I was last midnight was
The place
I’m meant
To be

Rather Not Say…

A Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow

Tomorrow you get to become anyone in the world that you wish. Who are you? You can choose to be anyone alive today, or someone gone long ago. If you decide to stay “you” share your rationale.


So if you could be anyone
Alive or dead, it might be fun –
To be a person you’ve admired,
Who has some skill that you’ve desired.

The truth’s a funny thing, I guess;
We don’t reveal the inner mess –
For many men (the thought’s not good)
Would become porn stars if they could.

But reading other posts out there,
Not one I’ve read suggested this:
Each wants to make a better world,
Or cultivate their inner bliss,

Or just accept themselves as is.
And I suppose, I would as well.
But if I could be someone else,
I’m not sure I would want
To tell

Go Dog Gone

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Childhood Revisited

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.


The first two books came in the mail
And one was “Go Dog Go”,
The other one was “Hop on Pop”,
We read them in a row

I sat with my mom on the couch,
Alight, as each page turned;
As though it was just yesterday
Into my mind it’s burned

From then on, though, I read alone.
My mom said I could do it;
For I’d been reading for so long
That there seemed nothing to it

But not until my later teens
When we read poetry,
Did we e’er sit and read again;
My mom just read with me

And it’s a funny memory,
To read with so much joy:
And yet to feel I missed something
Back when I was
A boy

I See It In Your Eyes

Earworm

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.


The love has gone, I see it in your eyes.
The spark no longer there, the restlessness —
I wonder how we got in such a mess,
And find, in looking back, to my surprise

That love’s turned into memories of two;
Of winter kisses when your lips were blue,
Of days long gone, for now I realize
That love has gone
I see it
In your eyes


Earworm Source Lyrics:

“I Can See It In Your Eyes” by Colin Hay

By your leave, I think that I’ll be going now
I think I’ve stayed a little long
I looked up all my mother’s recipes
I can’t think what I did wrong

We go to a restaurant, but you don’t like wine
You say it’s love you want, but there is no time
I realize, I can see it in your eyes
You keep staring at the floor

I used to look at your school photographs
But I don’t have them anymore
I wonder who’s in my old college rooms
Or stuck on my old locker door

I dream of the ships at sea, on a stormy night
I wish that it was me, but I wake in fright
I realize, I can see it in your eyes
I’ve only got myself to blame

Winter kisses when your lips were blue
Like chasing wild geese in the snow
Pressing faces on the window panes
But that’s a long long time ago

We go to a restaurant
You say it’s love you want
I realize, I can see it in your eyes
You’re moving on to something more

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International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved.

Not A Bad Thing

Fearless Fantasies

How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?

(Thanks, Nique Lektra, for inspiring this prompt!)


Fear is not a bad thing,
Too much fear is a bad thing;
Fear of the wrong things is a bad thing.

Ultimately, our feelings should conform
To our reality:
We should fear what merits fear.

But how do we know?
You ask –
We don’t know what dangers will come,
Nor where they might come from —

True.
So we always fear the unknown,
So long as it remains
Unknown.

But knowing is a choice.

I have known fearlessness:
It’s called being drunk.
And I remember the thoughtless intimacy,
The destructiveness of self and others,
Even the car crashes.

We have some inhibitions for a reason,
Which is:
They are worth having.

I do not seek a life without fear
I seek to never fear without reason –
But, I will often fail, I fear

I do not think that I was ever young…

Young At Heart

What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?


I do think that I was ever young.
Although born small, and needing everything,
Around my neck, the dolor had been hung;
So few the moments I would laugh or sing.
How can I now be what I’ve never been?
For youth and energy are gifts of fate —
An aging husk among the crop of men
Who’s long in bed, while others are out late —

Within this aged head, I seek to find
The truth of a reality denied;
To put in words so you might call to mind
The feelings we unwittingly elide.

I am not young, but it’s no loss, because
I look back and I see – I never was

That One Who Holds My Heart

It’s hard to tell a story that
You’re in the middle of;
And yet, most bloggers do it
Every day

That’s why I write about the past,
Or isolated things;
It is just better for me
Done that way

But now the prompt’s requesting that
I write about my love;
A thing I want to do,
And honestly:

But like so much I read out here
I want this now to speak
With psychological
Acuity

I like strong women – always have –
And she is at the top
Who I have ever known,
In strength and grace

I love that she is different,
And she wants me to be me:
I love the soft curves of
Her changing face

And there’s her laugh than can be heard
Above most other sounds;
A laugh that she and I
Will share at night

I love her with our grandson,
And with our old aging dog;
For how she comforts others
In their plight

I love she’s a perfectionist,
She’s kind of O.C.D. –
For anything she tries,
She gives her best —

I love her for her honesty,
And that she’s made of love;
How every new adventure’s
Done with zest

The truth is, I’m a Beta male,
An introverted guy;
I hang off to the side
And just observe

Be she loves me in spite of that,
And possibly, because;
She’s better than I dreamed
I could deserve

——– ——– ——–

(…)

Spicy Food and the Fallacy of the Excluded Middle

Below, a false dichotomy
Wends through its snaky path:
It says I either like hot foods
Or fear their fiery wrath

And yet, I may do neither,
I just might not like the taste;
And so another fallacy
Of logic
Has been traced

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Ring of Fire

Do you love hot and spicy foods or do you avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring?

The Girls In My Back Yard

Sprinkler

The girls in my back yard
Are running to and fro:
They’re dashing through a sprinkler,
High-pitched laughter as they go

The grass is green and rich,
The fence is high and far;
There’s tea out in the sun that’s brewing
In a big glass jar

My wife is at my side,
We’re looking out the door;
And from where I am standing
I could not want anymore

The girls in my back yard:
My God, I love them so —
Though they grew up and moved away
So many years ago

And with these same red eyes
That see my long-dead wife,
From this back door, I still can view
What used to be
My life

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Lookin’ Out My Back Door

Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.