Author: Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

☆°▪︎ INTO THE FADE (LOST UPON THE PAGE) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

I

.

wandered

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

came

.

across

.

a

.

name,

–

–

lost

.

u

p

o

n

.

a

.

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

a

s

.

lost

.

u

p

o

n

.

a

.

page,

–

–

hidden

.

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ hidden

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

those

.

yesterdays

.

o

f

.

shame,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

blame,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

same

.

.

o

l

d

.

.

same . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ hidden

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

those

.

yesterdays

.

o

f

.

pain,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

gray,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

shadows

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

remain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ a

lost

.

name

.

u

p

o

n

.

the

.

page,

–

–

with

.

a

.

face

.

t

h

a

t

.

said

–

–

everything

.

would

.

change

.

a

n

d

.

work

.

o

u

t

.

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

someday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ everything

would

.

change

.

a

n

d

.

work

.

o

u

t

.

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

someday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

.

.

.

a

.

n

e

w

.

place,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

in

.

a

.

n

e

w

.

age . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

~ yes,

everything

.

would

.

change

.

a

n

d

.

work

.

o

u

t

.

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

someday . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

.

.

.

a

.

n

e

w

.

place,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

in

.

a

.

n

e

w

.

age . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

said

.

t

h

e

.

face,

–

–

with

.

a

.

name,

–

–

lost

.

u

p

o

n

.

a

.

page.

Reflection: This is a reflective-themed poem in which the contemplator recalls a forgotten someone who inspired or really meant something to him or her in the distant past when things were not so good. I wrote much of this poem fairly quickly while walking the beach at night in New Smyrna. This poem only took a few minutes of rewrites to finalize. It pretty much wrote itself.

☆°▪︎ THE SUMMER OF ALL TIME ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

It

.

w

a

s

.

the

springtime

.

o

f

.

our

lives . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the

summer

.

o

f

.

all

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ when

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

cried . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Eyes,

–

–

met

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

cried . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

springtime

.

o

f

.

our

lives . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ in

.

t

h

e

.

summer

.

o

f

.

all

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

.

w

a

s

.

the

summer

.

o

f

.

all

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

that

continued

.

t

o

.

shine

.

t

h

e

.

light,

–

–

all

across

.

t

h

e

.

years

–

–

gone

by . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

across

.

t

h

e

.

pages

.

o

f

.

prize

.

a

n

d

.

price . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

across

.

t

h

e

.

pages

.

o

f

.

pride

.

a

n

d

.

plight . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

t

–

–

–

continued

.

t

o

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

continued

.

t

o

.

shine

.

t

h

a

t

.

light . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

s

o

–

–

–

let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

time,

–

–

after

time,

–

–

after

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

mile,

–

–

after

mile,

–

–

after

mile . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

sigh,

–

–

after

sigh,

–

–

after

sigh . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Let

.

i

t

.

shine . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

it

.

w

a

s

.

the

springtime

.

o

f

.

our

lives . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the

summer

.

o

f

.

all

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

a

s

.

the

summer

.

o

f

.

all

time . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

when

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes,

–

–

met

eyes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

cried.

Reflection: This is a romantic-themed poem in which the affected party looks back fondly on a romance from the distant past. He or she is saddened by the realization that nothing as wonderful has been experienced over the many years since then.

I wrote the lines “it was the springtime of our lives and the summer of all time” and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that. I played the wonderful song “First Thing in the Morning” by Secret Sun and the poem pretty much wrote itself (I played the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the final stages of the poem). If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ A WARM AND WELCOME GRAY (HAUNTS ME AGAIN TODAY) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

I

felt

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

that

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

gray

–

–

today . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

gray

.

f

r

o

m

.

that

day

.

i

n

.

the

rain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

day

.

i

n

.

the

rain

–

–

when

something

–

–

which

.

a

t

.

first

–

–

seemed

.

s

o

.

strange

.

a

n

d

.

full

.

o

f

.

shame . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

became

.

s

o

.

great

.

o

n

.

the

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

became

.

s

o

.

great

.

o

n

.

the

page,

.

i

n

.

later

days . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

we

engaged

.

a

n

d

.

restrained . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

engaged

.

a

n

d

.

restrained . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

feelings

awake

.

a

n

d

.

ablaze . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

haste

.

o

f

.

a

tender

age . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

engaged

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

everything

changed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

.

w

e

.

engaged

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

everything

changed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

was

never

.

t

h

e

.

same . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

a

s

.

never

.

t

h

e

.

same

–

–

again . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

felt

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

that

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

felt

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

that

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

felt

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

that

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

gray . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

r

o

m

–

–

–

that

day

.

i

n

.

the

rain . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

day

.

i

n

.

the

rain,

–

–

which

became

.

s

o

.

great

.

o

n

.

the

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

t

–

–

–

haunts

me

–

–

again

today.

Reflection: This was a popular reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2022 about an awkward, romantic encounter in the days of youth. I played the wonderful, haunting song “First Thing in the Morning” by Secret Sun and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that (playing the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem). It was written fairly quickly – like a couple of hours or so. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ A PALE GOODBYE (ROLLING WITH THE TIDE) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

You

did

.

n

o

t

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

I

knew

.

i

t

.

anyway . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

knew

.

i

t

.

anyway . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

knew

.

i

t

.

in

.

t

h

e

.

way,

.

t

h

e

.

days

–

–

would

race

away,

.

a

n

d

.

try

.

t

o

.

escape . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

knew

.

i

t

.

in

.

t

h

e

.

way

–

–

that

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page

–

–

everything 

remained

.

t

h

e

.

same . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Everything

remained

.

t

h

e

.

same . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

once,

–

–

vibrant

colors

–

–

trading

.

f

o

r

.

grays . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

buying

.

o

f

.

more

lace

.

a

n

d

.

new

games

.

t

o

.

play . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

prove

we’re

–

–

still

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

We

played

–

–

those

games . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 We

played

–

–

those

games . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 We

played

–

–

those

games . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

o

–

–

–

prove

we’re

–

–

still

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ to

prove

–

–

we’re

.

s

t

i

l

l

.

okay . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

even

though

–

–

when

.

w

e

.

embrace

–

–

we’re

far,

–

–

far

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ we’re

far,

–

–

far

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

the

place

–

–

where

we

.

a

r

e

.

today . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ far

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

that

place

–

–

where

.

w

e

.

wait,

.

a

n

d

.

age,

–

a

n

d

–

watch

.

i

t

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 We

watch

.

i

t

.

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 We

watch

–

i

t

–

fade . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

romance . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

rhythm . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

the

rhyme . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

carelessly

rolling

.

o

u

t

.

with

.

t

h

e

.

tide . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

rolls

.

o

u

t

.

with

.

t

h

e

.

tide . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

rolls

.

o

u

t

.

with

.

t

h

e

.

tide . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

It

rolls

.

o

u

t

.

with

.

t

h

e

.

tide . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

without

.

s

o

.

much

.

a

s

.

a

–

–

somber

sigh . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

–

–

pale

goodbye . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

even

a

–

–

warming

word

.

t

o

.

write . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

You

did

.

n

o

t

.

say . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

I

knew

.

i

t

.

anyway . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

knew

.

i

t

.

in

.

t

h

e

.

way,

–

–

the

days

–

–

raced

away,

.

a

n

d

.

tried

.

t

o

.

escape . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

knew

.

i

t

.

in

.

t

h

e

.

way

–

–

that

page,

–

–

after

page,

–

–

after

page . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

everything 

remained

.

t

h

e

.

same.

Reflection:  This was a popular romantic-themed poem I wrote back in July of 2022 about a fading romance and the subtle cues along the way. I wrote much of this poem at Daytona Beach (at least a good draft). The opening words came to me and the poem sort of wrote itself from there. At home, I refined it using the song “Picture You” by The Amazing playing in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ THE RELENTLESS ROAD (OF ECHOES) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

I

.

went

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

that

.

road

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

the

.

shadows

.

roam . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

went

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

that

.

road

.

o

f

.

all

.

t

h

o

s

e

.

places,

–

–

I

.

used

.

t

o

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

.

t

h

o

s

e

.

places

–

–

I

.

used

.

t

o

.

go,

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

smoke,

.

a

n

d

.

sex,

.

a

n

d

.

blow,

–

–

would

.

fight

.

f

o

r

.

control

.

o

f

.

the

.

soul . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

would

.

fight

.

f

o

r

.

control

.

o

f

.

the

.

soul . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

smile,

.

a

n

d

.

moan,

.

a

n

d

.

echo . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

smile,

.

a

n

d

.

moan,

.

a

n

d

.

echo . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

They

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

smile,

.

a

n

d

.

moan,

.

a

n

d

.

echo . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

w

o

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l

d

.

smile,

.

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n

d

.

moan,

.

a

n

d

.

echo . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

.

I

.

again

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

I

.

again

.

w

o

u

l

d

.

go

.

back

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

that

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

would

.

g

o

.

back

.

.

d

o

w

n

.

.

that

.

road

.

o

f

.

smoke,

.

a

n

d

.

sex,

.

a

n

d

.

blow,

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

smiled,

.

a

n

d

.

moaned,

.

a

n

d

.

echoed . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

leading

.

f

a

r

.

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

home . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ leading

.

f

a

r

.

away

.

f

r

o

m

.

home . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

d

o

w

n

–

–

–

that

.

relentless

.

a

n

d

.

ravishing,

–

–

rapturous

.

road,

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

the

.

shadows

.

roam.

Reflection: This is a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2022 where the affected party cannot seem to break out of a negative cycle of temptation flirtations that repeatedly consume the soul. I was looking back on the age of disco, and the rampant smoke, sex, drugs, drink, and such as the primary influence when writing this poem. I used the song “Rock On” by David Essex to play in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ BE BOLD AND GROW (TAKE THAT ROAD AND GO) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

Never

plateau . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Always

.

b

e

.

bold,

.

a

n

d

.

grow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Take

.

t

h

a

t

.

road

.

a

n

d

.

!go!

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

.

i

f

.

you

do

.

n

o

t

.

know . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

.

i

f

.

the

.

s

u

n

.

does

.

n

o

t

.

show . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

.

i

f

.

the

pace

–

–

seems

slow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

you

feel

.

a

l

l

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Never

plateau . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Never

plateau . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Never

plateau . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Always

.

b

e

.

bold,

.

a

n

d

.

grow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Take

.

t

h

a

t

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Take

.

t

h

a

t

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

Take

.

t

h

a

t

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

!go!

–

–

–

.

.

.

!go!

–

–

–

.

.

.

!go!

Reflection:  This was a popular inspirational/hope-themed poem I wrote back in July of 2022. I wrote and posted the phrase: “Don’t plateau… Be bold and go!” and then added the word: “grow.” I then quickly turned that into a poem.

IT’S A GOOD TIME TO BUY FOR LONGER TERM INVESTORS

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

The IWM ETF (which tracks the Russell 2000 index) has dropped about 40% from its previous high. So, it looks like a pretty good time to buy for longer term investors. The IWM (and the Russell 2000 for that matter) might drop even more if we actually experience a recession (this index usually falls first and the hardest during recessions but is generally the first and the fastest to recover).

Regardless of whether we experience a recession or not, the IWM (and Russell 2000) is likely to recover its previous high within 3 years or so. If you’re thinking a 40% gain in 3 years sounds pretty good, then do your math again. Because it would be more like a 67% gain which is very substantial. Even if the IWM took 10 years to get back to even (which would be a very rare occurrence), that would be a 6.7% gain every year which is a pretty decent gain.

If you like technology stocks then the QQQ, which tracks the Nasdaq, has also dropped about 40% from its previous high which means it will also experience about a 67% gain once it gets back to its previous high.

Another thing you can do is split money between IWM and QQQ if that is your preference or buy over several days, weeks, or months. The only problem with that might be when they recover they generally rise sharply so you might miss out on some of the early gains if that happens.

You’re Welcome.

You can learn about all of my investing techniques via my “Invest Like a Pro in 10 Minutes a Day!” series of 4 books where you can learn the “end to end” process to investing and gain key investing insights and skills (https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/published-books…/)

Also, you can read all about my stock market activities here: https://brighterdayslifecoaching.com/stock-market-activities/

I wish you much success in creating a brighter financial future for yourself, your loved ones, and those who follow.

Happy investing everyone!

#finance #stocks #investing #stockmarket #success

☆°▪︎ THE ROUGH AND RUGGED ROAD (WHERE ONLY SHADOWS GO) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

You

might

.

a

t

.

times,

–

–

feel

.

s

o

.

cold

.

a

n

d

.

alone . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

all

.

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

rough

.

a

n

d

.

rugged

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ all

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

rough

.

a

n

d

.

rugged

.

road . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

leading

lower,

–

–

than

lower,

–

–

than

low . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

where

.

only

.

t

h

e

.

shadows

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

–

–

–

I

.

w

a

n

t

.

you

.

t

o

.

know . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

always

.

b

e

.

there

.

t

o

.

hold

.

t

h

e

.

end

.

o

f

.

the

.

rope . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

will

.

never

.

l

e

t

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

.

l

e

t

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

no

matter

.

how

far,

.

.

o

r

.

.

how

low,

.

o

r

.

how

deep

–

–

you

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

w

i

l

l

.

always

.

b

e

.

there

.

a

t

.

the

.

crossroads . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

will

.

gently

–

–

tow,

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a

n

d

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tug,

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n

d

.

tow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

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.

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d

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tow . . .

–

–

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.

.

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n

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.

tow . . .

–

–

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.

.

.

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.

tug,

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n

d

.

tow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

u

n

t

i

l

–

–

–

you

.

release

.

t

h

a

t

.

heavy

.

load,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

are

.

ready

.

t

o

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

when

.

t

h

e

.

journey

.

i

s

.

painful

.

a

n

d

.

slow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

when

–

–

there’s

.

nothing

.

b

u

t

.

sleet

.

a

n

d

.

snow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ even

after

–

–

blow,

.

u

p

o

n

.

blow,

.

u

p

o

n

.

blow . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

nothing

.

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u

t

.

shame

.

t

o

.

show . . .

–

–

–

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.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

there

.

i

s

.

never

.

a

.

place

.

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o

.

devoid

.

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f

.

soul,

.

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t

h

a

t

.

.

you

.

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l

d

.

go . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

which

.

w

o

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d

.

shake

.

m

y

.

boundless

.

belief

.

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f

.

hope . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

t

h

a

t

.

.

.

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.

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l

.

tug

.

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.

tow . . .

–

–

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.

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d

–

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n

d

.

tow . . .

–

–

–

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.

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n

d

.

tow . . .

–

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–

.

.

.

t

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–

–

–

end

.

o

f

.

that

.

rope . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

t

–

–

–

the

.

crossroads . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

someday

.

bring

.

y

o

u

.

home.

Reflection: This was a popular inspirational/hope-themed poem I wrote back in July of 2022 to reflect a strong and undying commitment of helping someone through his or her life-struggle until a brighter time arrives. I used the song “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” by The Hollies to play in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ TUNED INTO THE MOON (I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU) ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

I

.

thought

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

you,

–

–

when

.

I

.

turned

.

a

n

d

.

tuned

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

turned

.

a

n

d

.

tuned

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

moved

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

.

avenues,

–

–

where

.

dreams

.

a

r

e

.

brewed

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

blues . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

moved

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

.

avenues,

–

–

where

.

dreams

.

a

r

e

.

brewed

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

blues

.

o

f

.

truth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then,

.

.

I

.

thought

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

thought

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

you,

–

–

who

.

w

a

s

.

always

.

one

.

o

f

.

the

.

few,

.

.

I

.

did

.

n

o

t

.

have

.

t

o

.

choose

.

o

r

.

prove . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

I

.

thought

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

you,

–

–

who

.

w

a

s

.

one

.

o

f

.

the

.

few,

–

–

who

.

always

.

h

a

d

.

the

.

time

.

a

n

d

.

the

.

room . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ you

always

.

h

a

d

.

the

.

time

.

a

n

d

.

the

.

room

.

f

o

r

.

fools,

–

–

who

.

lose

.

a

n

d

.

choose

.

t

o

.

brood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

lose

.

a

n

d

.

choose

.

t

o

.

brood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

only

.

remember

.

w

h

e

n

.

they

.

turn

.

a

n

d

.

tune

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

turn

.

a

n

d

.

tune

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

move

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

.

avenues,

–

–

where

.

dreams

.

a

r

e

.

brewed

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

blues . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

move

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

.

avenues,

–

–

where

.

dreams

.

a

r

e

.

brewed

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

blues

.

o

f

.

truth . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

an

.

old

.

b

u

t

.

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

.

youth,

–

–

resumes

.

a

n

d

.

becomes

.

new . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

too

.

much

.

a

n

d

.

too

.

many

.

t

o

.

pursue . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ that

old

.

b

u

t

.

warm

.

a

n

d

.

welcome

.

youth,

–

–

resumes

.

a

n

d

.

becomes

.

new . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

w

i

t

h

–

–

–

too

.

much

.

a

n

d

.

too

.

many

.

t

o

.

pursue . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

those

–

–

who

.

move

.

d

o

w

n

.

the

.

avenues,

–

–

where

.

dreams

.

a

r

e

.

brewed

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

blues . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ for

fools

.

w

h

o

.

lose,

.

a

n

d

.

choose

.

t

o

.

brood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ for

fools

.

w

h

o

.

lose,

.

a

n

d

.

choose

.

t

o

.

brood . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ for

fools

.

w

h

o

.

lose,

.

a

n

d

.

choose

.

t

o

.

brood

.

d

o

w

n

.

those

.

avenues . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

then,

–

–

turn

.

a

n

d

.

tune

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

turn

.

a

n

d

.

tune

.

i

n

t

o

.

the

.

moon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

think

.

a

b

o

u

t

.

you.

Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2022 where the contemplator looks back on a wonderful experience he or she had with someone in the past – whether a friendship, romance, or something else. I played the wonderful song “Feels So Good” by Chuck Mangione (especially the more melancholic intro to the album version of the song) and the poem pretty much wrote itself from that (playing the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem). It was written fairly quickly – like a couple of hours or so. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.

☆°▪︎ THE DAYS OF CHAMPAGNE ▪︎°☆

Posted on by Joseph M. Brennan Jr.

The

sunset

fades

–

–

those

carefree

days

.

o

f

.

passionate

plays

.

a

n

d

.

shimmering

champagnes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

carefree

days

.

o

f

.

passionate

plays

.

a

n

d

.

shimmering

champagnes

–

–

that

somehow

–

–

got

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

somehow

–

–

got

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

those

carefree

days

.

o

f

.

passionate

plays

.

a

n

d

.

shimmering

champagnes . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

carefree

days

.

o

f

.

passionate

plays

.

a

n

d

.

shimmering

champagnes

–

–

that

time

erased . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

those

yesterdays

–

–

that

got

away . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ they

got

away

.

a

n

d

.

time

erased . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

b

u

t

.

.

.

I

can

sometimes

–

–

still

see

–

–

the

pristine

places

.

a

n

d

.

the

smiling

faces . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

can

sometimes

–

–

still

see

–

–

the

pristine

places

.

a

n

d

.

the

smiling

faces . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

even

feel

the

–

–

warm

embraces . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

I

can

–

–

even

feel

–

–

the

warm

embraces . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

those

carefree

days

.

o

f

.

passionate

plays

.

a

n

d

.

shimmering

champagnes

–

–

that

somehow

–

–

got

away.

Reflection:  I was playing the wonderful song “Times of Your Life” by Paul Anka and the poem pretty much wrote itself – when I played the song repeatedly on low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. The poem was written fairly quickly – like an hour or so. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.