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Neon…Love is…what?

a neon sign that says boozie on it

the word love
has a definition
in the dictionary
but everyone knows
that love
means something different
to each of us
a lot of us
can’t even agree
on whether love
is good
or bad
it all depends
on who you ask
and whether or not
the person
is still bleeding
and heartbroken
because love
can be a
some never find it
while others find it
over and over again
some don’t want it
others spend their lives
looking for it
it can ruin lives
or make them better
it’s the kind of word
that depends upon the users
mental condition
their expectations
and what they have been
to believe
if it’s not fun
it’s not love


Photo:  Jon Tyson




a couple of horses that are standing in the grass

V Day is almost here…get ready for love…

Free Blue Heart Paint on the Wall Stock Photo

Photo:  Cottonbro Studio

Good things come in small packages…like love and wee puppies.

Free Black Dachshund on the Road Stock Photo

Photo:  Dominika Roseclay

A very short love story.

a couple of dandelions sitting on top of a field

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Remember when we were young and yellow?”

“I do.  You were beautiful.”

“So were you.”

“You’re still lovely.”

“I feel lighter.”

“So do I.”

“Shall we fly away together?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I can hear the wind.”

“Goodbye.”                                  …

“Goodb…            ..         ..                …
..            ..            ..
….               …..          ….            ….


Photo:  Emannuel Phaeton




Love watching the day take form…

Photo:  Neil Bates

Wedding Day…

Many people no longer want a “traditional” wedding.  Love doesn’t care what you wear, or where you wear it.  All that really matters is that you’re together.  But no matter what anyone chooses to do, it should be fun, and done their own way.

Being crazy about each other, and just going for it, seemed like the right thing to do for the couple above.

I get that…because it sure worked for me.


Picture:Pau Patterson Photography



it doesn’t matter
what species
every living thing
should be treated
with respect
and kindness
has the right
and not be
seen as food
or car seats
all of us
should stop
killing each other
for any reason


Photo:  Honza Reznik

From the heart…a poem

from the heart
left by a secret admirer
he was touched
and quickly put them into water



Photo:  Ahmed

Those pesky dreams…a short story about love.

“You’re not in love with me in a parallel life we are sharing,” she said, putting a plate of pasta down in front of him.  “We’re together, but you don’t love me.  You love someone else.”

“That’s silly.  You know I love you,” he said, picking up his fork.

“You don’t love me, in a parallel life, not in this one, you squirrel.”

“I don’t get it?”

“You don’t love me in another life we’re living together somewhere else,” she said, in frustration.   “That’s where you don’t love me.”

“I’m only living this life at the moment, and I do love you.”

“I know, but I’ve been having these dreams.  They’re always the same, you tell me you don’t love me anymore, and I can feel that it’s true.  You’re cold and empty.  You want to be with her.”

“I want to be with who?” he asked.

“I don’t know who she is.”

“Neither do I.  How could I?  I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s the problem with parallel lives,” she sighed.  “They just stop by to visit and there’s nothing to be done about them.”

He stood up and dragged her to her feet.  They started dancing, he held her close.  “I love you.  Always have, always will.”

“You are so mean in that other life.”

“It’s not really me.”

“I think it is.”

“We should be happy with the life we have right now, don’t you agree?”

“I am happy.  I just wish the dreams would stop.”

“Honey, we’re ninety years old,” he laughed.  “The only way we’re splitting up is when we’re dead.

“I never once doubted you.  Not ever.   It’s the other you I don’t trust.”

“It’s a dream.”

“It’s another life, somewhere.”

“Okay, but it’s not OUR life right here.  I bet ice cream would make you feel better.”

She smiled at him.  “I hate that other guy.”

“So do I,” he said.  “And, if I ever meet him, I’ll punch him a few times for making you feel bad.”

“Okay,” she snickered, hugging him.  “Chocolate with sprinkles, please.”




Photo:  Jr Korpa


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