To Love Somebody

Happy New Year to all. May 2014 bring you peace and happiness. Here's a thought to keep in mind through out the year, through all kinds of weather.

To love someone is to learn the song
that is in their heart,
and to sing it to them
when they have forgotten.

May you find love this year.
BJ

Short Story & Poem Just Published!

Hi again, and a very big thank you to everyone who has been enjoying and commenting on my blog here and my poetry blog Here For A Season. I have a new short story up and ready for posting as a serial over the next few weeks so please stay tuned. But today I am pleased to announced that I have a short story and a poem published in the April edition of Northern Liberties Review Magazine! I have posted the link below. Click on it and enjoy all of the great writing there. And be sure to let the editors know what you think, and of course, that you heard about their site from me. Also, I believe you can vote for your favorite story and poem, so... thanks in advance!
Enjoy and see you next week with a new story!
BJ

Northern Liberties Review

Valentine's Day by BJ Neblett

Due to many requests, I have set up a new blog site just for my poetry and other thoughts and ramblings titled Here For A Season. You can follow the link above or type www.hereforaseason.blogspot.com
As a sampling, and in keeping with the season here is a poem from a few years back. I'll be updating the site every week or two. As always, please feel free to comment.
Peace,
BJ

          Valentines Day

Candy coated memories

Sugar sprinkled fears

Chocolate drops of sorrow

Bitter and sweet tears

Greeting cards of perfumed verse

Hearts with painted lies

Words that melt in your mouth

Rose that wilts and dies

Lover’s kisses passion’s touch

All grow cold in time

Promise to forget-me-not

Be my Valentine

                                                            Raybrook, NY

                                                            November, 2006

My Life In Colors by BJ Neblett

My Life In Colors

by BJ Neblett

© 2010

            When I was young everything was a friendly green. 1965 things started to take on a mysteriously intriguing purplish gold hue. By 1971 the world was opaque. As I passed through my twenties and into my thirties, the yellow of promise shone brightly. A dizzying blast of red hot love came and went in the twinkling of a soft blue eye. Turning forty five, smoky gray complacency tinted my life. For a time life became a pointless beige. Today the past is a brilliant unforgiving crystal clear; the future a hazy tawny sunset.

            I miss the green.