JBoRelationships are akin to a Blossom.A wilting white rose. Clipped at the stem, faltering. Severed of its roots. Altering longevity. The petals cascade. The rose with its roots…Apr 20Apr 20
JBoThe Instrument of Love — “If I Was a Musical Instrument how would we Play?” (Response)The melody should be full of virtue and reassurance.Jun 2, 2023Jun 2, 2023
JBoThe wind howls and the gusts braize my sullied skin; slowing me down.The bellowing whisp of the far-from-gentle breeze drowns my whimpering sounds.Feb 9, 2023Feb 9, 2023
JBoWhen Will the Dark Age EndWhen will war be discredited as the machinations of an elite? The abomination of sending another of our human family six feet beneath…Dec 24, 2022Dec 24, 2022
JBoEarthhood by JBo“Love is like a flower, if one truly desires to love, one does not sever the roots.” Possession is not a matter of love; allowing the…Dec 10, 2022Dec 10, 2022
JBoAs Sure as the RainThere, worn and scarred, is a human pondering the essence of being. As the sun rises and the clouds depart. Rays of light shine down…Aug 14, 2022Aug 14, 2022
JBoDear Stranger - Take my HandI want you to know that in the downpour of pain there is relief that you can gain. Though as the quandaries of life remain you have learned…Jul 13, 2022Jul 13, 2022
JBoVillanelle -We will withstand the drift — Relationship PoetryFighting with passion for the love we once had When we wandered in the meadows hand in hand. When it revives, our hearts shall be…Jun 30, 2022Jun 30, 2022
JBoThe Man I Ought to BeThe Man I ought to be Heart as forgiving as the spring. Uplifting as an eagles wing. Body of chiseled granite. Mysterious as the night…Jun 29, 20221Jun 29, 20221