Why Do Some People Attract So Many Mosquitoes?

It’s not a competition
But if it is, I’ve won
I am living the dream
And it’s only just begun

I’ve been used and betrayed
And poked in the eye
I confidently fix my crown
My head and my heels high

I smell like cotton candy
My skin is just as sweet
Small minds want a taste
Their otherwise incomplete

Mocked, misunderstood
For my great happiness
Pests cannot lift up others
Cannot comprehend this

My fairy tale was burst long ago
It seems overrated and overdone
I’ve had lovers in 14 countries
Though I’d settle for a lifetime with the right one

I’m attracted to sparkly humans
The kind and the generous in spirit
Pure intentions with a moral compass
And someone who’s a bit satiric

Give me one who is well-rounded
Equal parts naughty and nice
Some PDA? Yes please…
Don’t have to ask me twice!

Beaches, fireworks, roller coasters
Concerts, travel, wine and food
Or snuggles by a crackling fire
Gets me in the mood

Oh, I’ve been loved and hated
By men, but mostly women
Jealousy is a terrible disease
Glad I haven’t been bitten

I adore my female friends
We lift each other up
And slather on insect repellent
Sharing life lessons and makeup

My heart remains soft
Much like my well-chosen words
Honestly, I curse a little (or a lot)
But hate and bigotry is never deserved

I’ll age like fine wine
As I have no bitter roots
Beauty and old are not mutually exclusive
Occasionally I rock thigh-high boots

I have done my time in an office
Traded the boardroom to become a Goddess
Overcame challenges, too many me, toos
What, you expect me to be modest?!

I don’t care what others think
My character and integrity are gold
I’ve worked in war-torn countries
Like a lioness I am bold

My adult children are my heart
They are better versions of me
My parents are shining examples
How good a life lived well can be

It’s not a competition
But if it is, I’ve won
I live my life out loud
Because at 55, it’s just begun!

~Just L (December 4, 2018)

Author’s Note: A little love and silliness — the best antidote for pests!

Don’t Ever Allow There To Be “The One” That Got Away

Don’t ever allow there to be “the one that got away”; make that ONE, “the one that almost got away”…

How do you know they are “THE ONE”?

When you can no longer imagine your life without them. Then, move heaven and earth to be together.

(And if you can imagine your life without them, move along.)

~ Just L (Goddess Wisdom, December 2, 2018)

Slipped

Author’s Note: I am one of those individuals not interested in “cuffing.” I’d much rather attend holiday events alone so I can mingle without worrying about a plus one. I tend to turn up the heat and dance the winter blues away with friends.

Cuffing Season” is when one finds a mate for the fall and winter months, but not someone who’s intended to last beyond (though it’s certainly possible). The relationship tends to thaw out when the snow does.

Are you a hopeful romantic like me? You will enjoy the poetry and mindful ramblings of Kate Rose. She is an artist, free thinker, lover, writer, passionate yogi, teacher, mother, rule breaker, and rebel. She writes about love and truly believes the best is yet to come.

A Spiritual Cleansing

My threshold was honored with a Shaman

Clearing the air with white sage and prayer

Thousands of years of spiritual union and ritual

Affirming my place in the universe and my lesson.

 

The Great Spirit said:

 

Ridiculous as the Pharisees praying in the square

Stay clear of those full of themselves, yet empty

Let not fireworks or betrayal make a fool of you

Stay true to the sacred way; ignore false piety.

 

You say the sky is blue; they say it’s not

Not being true causes harm

Reading between the gaslight lines

Sickness is not an ailment, it’s an alarm!

 

Taken for granted reflects on the ungrateful

One who awakens love with pure intention

Never cajoles, connives, lies, cheats, or steals

You deserve one’s full attention.

 

Your heart eternally embraces love

Once purpose served; numbered days

Stand firm in your beliefs,

Those without a moral compass will run away.

 

Smudging changes the ions in the air

It doesn’t matter Cherokee or Christian

My ancestors are shining

Reminding me of who I am.

 

I am already feeling freer

Truth’s light pushes out darkness every time

Testing their values match their actions

I’m am open to someone with a new story line.

 

~ Just L (December 1, 2018)

Where Two Rivers Meet the Sea

Tropical flowers are red,
The sky is blue,
The sun is hot,
And so are you.

Water taxis are white,
Yachts are rare,
The water is shiny
And so is your hair.

Roosters crow,
Chickens lay eggs,
Force is strong,
And so are your legs.

Mountains reach,
Up to the skies,
The sand is sparkly,
And so are your eyes.

Iguanas in hedges,
Mean no harm,
Arrival is safe,
And so are your arms.

Locals are pretty,
Guests have style,
My party is winning,
And so is your smile.

Two rivers meet the sea
In southern Jalisco
The Bay is beautiful,
Just like you.

~ Just L (November 29, 2018)

yelapa 2

Author’s Note: Yelapa, Mexico. Yelapa means where two rivers meet the sea.

Jamaican Dreams – Reprise

There is a place by the westward sea — salty sweet. Reggae jazz floods the sidewalk. One Rasta man and an empress — eyes meet. Where the darkest night met the light. And, a new day began.

-Just L (February 25, 2017)

via Jamaican Dreams

A selection from sweeter days with my dark chocolate….

Awash In A Wave (May 26 2018)

Lost in You (May 24, 2018)

The Poetry Between Us (May 22, 2018)

My Distant Love Appears Unannounced (April 18, 2018)

Voices In Our Heads (April 2, 2018)

Unconvinced (July 23, 2018)

September Heat (September 19, 2017)

“All will be fine love” (September 12, 2017)

I Keep The Time (May 9, 2017)

Oh Gloria (April 16, 2017)

There Is A Woman Who Lights Up The Whole Earth (April 13, 2017)

He Speaks Four Languages. We Share One. (April 1, 2017)

Is this what love is made of or does this seem absurd? (March 2, 2017)

World At Her Feet (February 27, 2017)

Thank you for enjoying my 390 poems on love and loss published here since 2015. See the “About Just L” section for my poetry published elsewhere since 1997.

What is it about me?

WHAT IS IT 2

And she replied,

I can, and have. I am at a very free stage in my life. I have been deeply in love and I have had my heart broken. I have spent the last year guarded, practicing my yoga, and in reflection. I have done my fair share of playing, but when pursued, a small voice keeps pushing back, and telling me to wait for that spark.

You said that our first four days felt like fourteen years – that you felt like you had known me forever. I share that feeling.

I am, of course, still getting to know you. I believe in the law of attraction. Something deep draws me to you. I like that you are traveled, articulate, care about your health, and are spiritual. We share a passion for music of all kinds. You are talented and passionate about what you do. Family is a priority. You have an adventurous spirit like me, and yet you are peaceful and can be comfortably present and quiet. I like that very much.

My hand fits in yours perfectly, and in your arms feels like home.

~ Just L (from a simpler time, published November 25, 2018)

Handsome – A Tanka Poem

I love my Handsome
He is generous and kind
He has two inked arms
An amusing attitude
When he laughs I feel happy

~ Just L (November 25, 2018)

Author’s Note: The Tanka poem is very similar to haiku but Tanka poems have more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor and personification. There are five lines and thirty-one-syllables in a Tanka poem. Tanka poems are written about nature, seasons, love, sadness and other strong emotions. This form of poetry dates back almost 1200 years ago.