I knew you before you blossomed,
When each of us was still a child.
Before you wore the face of a beauty queen;
Before your curves started driving me wild.
I knew you before we could tie our shoes,
You were the girl who lived next door.
I knew back then I would never choose
Another girl I could ever love more.
I sat beside you on our first school bus ride,
For the next thirteen years we sat side by side.
My feelings for you I never could hide
Everybody already knew you were going to be my bride.
I danced with you at the school sock-hop,
Wishing the music never would stop.
When I took you to the senior prom
I was awestruck by the beauty holding my arm.
We got married right after high school
Much, of course, to nobody's surprise.
Then enjoyed fifty years worth of mornings,
Together watching the new sunrise.
I can't remember a day without you;
Not that that is something I would ever try.
If ever I said I wanted to be alone,
You would know that I had told a lie.
I was five years old the first day that I swore,
I was going to marry the girl who lives next door.
This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
Let eyes meet eyes, be it mirror or pond,
On own image mirage-like crazy go,
For, today’s youth has grown to be nigh fond
Of self, lessons of Narcissus or no.
Let the English lexicon celebrate
Words which the Greek epics gave -- a long list:
Mentor is one, Medea--- Odysseus’ mate,
Panic from their god Pan, and Narcissist.
The last, a tale of extreme self-regard.
Today’s wars wage, for, we think but of us,
And scarce the green garden of others guard,
Why? Narcissus loves only Narcissus,
The world is surfeit with the tales of narc,
The rest as empaths whilst passively hark.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 11.08.2026 | adventure, epic, love, odyssey/journey, self, Sonnet
Note: ‘The Narcissus’ in two parts I am trying to expand into a full Crown of Sonnets in seven parts, if I can.
Post journey of unfolding mystery,
Upon showcasing his epic’s grandeur,
Nolan, next to grand opus Odyssey,
One wonders, what legends would he conjure.
A long list of heroes comes to one’s mind:
Of Oedipus and cheerless Antigone,
Among Greek epic heroes are aligned,
But one stands tall to me, and one alone—
Ovid’s epic that gave us Narcissus,
Folks of all ages love, nod to his tale
Of self-indulging unique me-mine fuss,
More so today’s folks, both male and female.
And his message? Love thyself, warts and all,
Woo, serenade, wine and dine till ye fall.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 10.08.2026 | epic, love, odyssey, self, Sonnet
Note: Antigone here follows the anglicized spelling with three syllables, and not the Greek with four
One's choice spotlights the steps,
One's steps lights the path. Keep movin'
Cause stillness don't save you, Nobody's
Out here gets a prototype.
Most days you move cause standing still
Still hurts intensely.
Life hands out shadows, corners you can't
Recognize, faces that changes cover up.
But choices?
They're lodestars small ones.
The kind that sparkles when you shak'em
But still exhibits something real.
Take one step- The ground shows it's face.
Take another- The byways stops
Misrepresenting. It ain't about being brave
It ain't about being perfect. It's about
Confessing.
" I'm done wasting time for clarity to come find
Me".
Every move an individual makes glows a
Itty-bitty more of the way.
Even wrong turns educate you where not to go
Make an exit.
So you choose
You learn
You grow
And the next steps glows just enough for you
To keep walking.
I’ve been waiting for the phone to ring
there are times when I’m unsure
anticipating what the mailman brings
sometimes I feel so insecure
but I’ve got better things to do
than looking forward to
memories I have yet to make
some day with someone new
are you my future are you my past
there are times when I have doubts
contemplating will tomorrow last
sometimes I feel left out
but I know better than to wish
for the loving that I miss
heaven I have yet to taste
some day in somebody’s kiss
so until the next time I feel the need to cry
I won’t go walking in the rain
no until the next time
I see your smiling eyes I won’t fall in love again
Three back scratchers
Box of tissues, off brand
Birthday card
Six pencils
Four erasers
A couple of paint brushes
Hair dye
Pink pony tail holder
Ruler
Magazines
Marbles
Empty pill bottle
Towel
Toothpaste
Marvel comic book
Scotch tape
Three-year-old ding dong
Inhaler
Thank you note
Pencil sharpener
Two notebooks – one red, one blue
Gel pens
Blue paint tape
This is a tiny peek at what I keep in my basket next to my chair
Because you never know when you will need something ……
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Blue butterflies ballet in my tummy
Forehead swimming with my mind
Eyes red I feel funny nose is runny
Tangerine tingles crawl up my spine
If it isn’t love then I must be ill
For anytime I see you I blush
And red heart does cartwheels
I can never say very much
Like a bright firefly my eyes
Light up at sight of you
Your gaze could make me high
As a kite in the sky blue
What is your secret is it Cupid
An arrow shot my mahogany way
I try not to say something stupid
That I’d ruby regret one day
Don’t even know if you’re taken
I’ve no neon nerve to inquire
That thought has heart breaking
Setting silver soul on fire
Perhaps Cupid is an amethyst ally
Who works his magic in reverse
Next ill say hi this warm July
And try to make small talk white words
It’s funny how I miss something
That I’ve never hazel had
But I’ll say this for sure one thing
Thought of love make me glad
So it’s a rainy day in summer
So glad to see you looking well
I’m single so that’s no bummer
Showers of love may cause a spell
Naked branches prick the sky
The sky is so blue,
The clouds become so shy
Today and yesterday were the same,
Locked in, cooked, Unallowed.
We wait, wait and wait
For the ground to cool, the flowers in bloom,
The sun to dissipate when gloom
Passing through one more cycle.
Until it reaches out to the moon
Waiting for the pansies and daffodils to grow,
Knowing it will happen soon
This leaves my mouth feeling numb.
The leaves on the ground a dry brownish mush
But soon.
Soon.
We wait.
S imply stated
T his life's complicated
U ncertainties abound
C aught in volatility
K nowing not what's next
In another life,
I hope we meet again
Let it be me who finds you first
I'd gather every light the universe holds,
and wrap your heart in their warmth,
like your favorite sweater on a rainy day.
I'll write you thousands of letters,
each one carrying my soul to yours,
with every word that holds my longing.
And I promise to fill your world
with all the love and kindness I have.
The stars will whisper your story,
traced across the night sky,
reminding the world
You were always meant to shine,
Even when shadows fall.
In another life,
I'll find you again and I'll love you,
Till the very end...
Coming from someone who already spent one lifetime arriving too late. Yk there are evenings when the heart grows so full of unsent tenderness that it invents new lifetimes simply to give that love somewhere to exist. Like pressing a letter between the pages of an old book, trusting that if another life truly exists, someone will eventually open it and know exactly who it was written for.
"The Boy Next Door" – A Sonnet
Outside she sees the birds and clouds fly high,
Together, where the golden sunbeams pelt.
She said "Alright, let's try", it's mid-july.;
That summer, when you told her how you felt.
Inside your childhood room, only nineteen.
That loosened button on her floral dress
Between your fingers. Like a movie scene,
The world stood still before your first caress.
Down on your bed, your hands intrude her thighs,
Like icy chills that slowly crawl her spine.
You promised time, but it was all just lies,
She froze but you just said "Relax, it's fine".
Suppressing tears as I flee out the door,
Since then I don't wear florals anymore.
LB 05/31/2026
The Hornet hung, ominously,
like an Osprey craft,
bad intentions indicated.
If the next President is AOC
I think I shall leave this country
Say farewell to friends and family
~ Seek out a free, fair society
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