There are times
when the walls close in
and there’s nowhere left to hide
from the awful realness of life.

When nothing looks more appealing
than the deep amber relief
and the sweet oblivion that waits
at the bottom of the bottle.

Then I seek the solace
of your arms
and there find my reprieve
from the horrors of the world

Where once again,
the monsters of reality are tamed
and I see all the promise
of happily ever after
reflected in your eyes.

For FOWC  Bottle

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP


Boobies Rule

Spoiler Warning — Another “tongue in cheek” piece, PG rated Girl Stuff in anticipation of October’s campaigns. My apologies in advance if I’ve offended anyone, that is never my intention. 😉

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don’t ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
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Nighttime’s Song

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photo credit Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash

Have you ever watched the sky at night?
Ever watched the star’s that shine so bright?

I see them dance, I hear them sing
their nighttime song’s a wonderous thing.

Peaceful colors, a cooling breeze
gifts of summer’s night are these.

When once again, comes morning’s rush
may I recall this blissful hush.

Of birds long settled in their nests
when crickets all have found their rest.

And once again, breath deep and long
to recall the peace of nighttime’s song.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP

Moon Love

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Super moon over Bryce Canyon, UT

Long ago on a late summer night
under luscious glow of a sturgeon moon
I cast to the heavens a wish/hope/prayer
that by some magic I might find a love
bright enough to cast away the darkness
and fill my heart with light.

Many years have passed and tonight,
under that same moon,
I cast to the heavens again
this time my profound thanks
and gratitude
for in your love I have found the
shining star of my soul, the answer
to dreams I never even knew I had

Till next time  ~Peace my friends  ~JP Pearlman


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photo credit pixabay

I watched the shifting kaleidoscope
as it spiraled through the air
colors and patterns colliding
as it flittered here and there.

Delicate and feathery,
it settled near the ground
through the garden gate
where bright flowers may be found.

Butterflies of yellow and grey
wings all rimmed with white
perfect gauzy practitioners
of such aerial delight.

I watched in admiration
at their aerobatic display
of joy and light hearted laughter
in the way they flit and sway.

When they left, I stood
and sadly watched them go
still laughing with their wings
as they darted too and fro.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP


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The sky turns ashen grey
with the gathering storm clouds
not quite dark enough for the promise of rain.

The colors of the rolling hills
have waned to musty hues of green
melded with tones of brown.

This is late summer,
just before the gentle kiss of autumn
begins her softening of the earth.

The songs of summer are over
the ballads of fall not yet begun
this is the quiet hour of the mother.

The between time
when hushed winds and muted colors
coalesce into a cacophony of blandness.

Come Autumn, and welcome
for Summer has grown weary
and longs to slumber in your sweet embrace. 

For the word of the day challenge  Cacophony

Sing Along Saturday

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Do you ever sing along with a song so many times that you change the words around to make it fit your own life? I do … all the time. Here is my rip off of Jimmy Buffet’s “He Went To Paris” I call it “She Left California”

She left California lookin’ for answers
to questions that bothered her so.
She was impressive, beautiful and aggressive
saving the world all on her own.
But ocean air breezes, doing just as she pleases
soon put those ambitions at bay.
Summers and winters scattered like splinters
and four or five years slipped away.

One day she got married, moved to Kentucky
thought she’d settle down there for life.
She had a good job, and a sweet little baby
the future ahead looked so bright.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
got locked in her attic one day.
‘Cause she liked the quiet and clean country livin
and twenty more years slipped away.

But then divorce broke her spirit, and the illness that followed
left her with only one eye.
Her body was battered, her whole word was shattered
and all she could do was just cry.
While the tears were fallin’ she was recallin’
answers that she never found
so she hopped in an RV and headed cross country
and left Kentucky without a sound.

Now she visits the mountains, the desert, and beaches
and lives the adventure each day.
Writing her memoirs, losing her hearing
but then she don’t care what most people say.
Through sixty-odd years of perpetual motion,
ask about her life, she’ll smile and she’ll say
“Honey mostly it’s magic, a little bit tragic
but I’ve had a great life, all the way.”

Adapted from Jimmy Buffet “He Went to Paris”

Here you can listen to the real song and sing along too.   Jimmy Buffet, He Went to Paris

Til next time ~ Live the Adventure Each Day ~Peace ~JPP