Unknown acquaintances
On the other side of the internet, someone is waiting for my answer
On this side of the internet, I am waiting for her answers
Her questions are my hope, I want to give the words
But no answers, only empty hope
from a hoped relationship
I need love
Just the time ran out
What can I do?
Life is end
Hope can be love
Hope gives me hope
Hoping the hope
I hope the lady
She isn’t correct
Trapped my hope
The only
Love
Unknown people on the internet
Souls
Stay away from me
Yeah
I just hope
That from
Love
Beton
My life
Friendships
Ladies
Loved
Unknowns
People
From far
Friends
acquaintances
Just
from
far
So many places I've been meeting many people learning their cultures learning their traditions enjoying life
I've been to places
Meeting all kind of faces
Of my life and times.
the dust has finally settled
hearts now sigh in relief
the guests have left at last
nobody’s turned a new leaf
the conversation was lively
mischief pervaded the air
without meaningful content
executed with aplomb and flair
life role by us thus enacted
dynamic stillness in motion
within the mundane atmosphere
yet savours soma nectar potion
our heart’s secret goes unnoticed
even by near and dear ones
as we remain vibrant throughout
innumerable suchlike reruns
Long ago, folks knew their neighbors
The community was one large family
There is much talk about one world,
But It’s impossible to find sincere unity.
True, the world has become a lot smaller
Distant lands are no longer far away
Though social media friendships abound,
Can I count on them? --if I’m in a fray?
Sometimes I have a feeling I’m all alone,
Utterly alone, in a most unfriendly place
I have but a few speaking acquaintances,
I’m residing in an incommunicado space.
Everyone is busy with their own pursuits
I completely understand that circumstance
But when I see my next-door neighbor
Shouldn’t we exchange more than a glance?
written March 6, 2022
Should old acquaintances
be forgot
Fear not dear fellowship
of extended family and
still but close estranged friends
Since alas last we met as we
do on Old New Year's Eve again
Sigh not as surely rotten circumstances will surely draw
us back together
Under the guise of one this
fragile life's most
cruelest of intentions
When we are forced to gather
each and every one of us
adorned dressed in sullen
black
To so called feign celebrate
the untimely death and passing
of a certain someone
We cared enough so much
about throughout our life
We felt duty bound to appear
amongst the many mourners
here today
Because you yourself quite
well know that if death was
on the other foot
And it was you not their
remains being lowered
into a shallow grave
They would be doing exactly
the same are you are now
Stood teary eyed with hands
firmly pressed behind said
back head tilted downward
to six below ground zero abyss
Gladly wishing and willing
to take your place instead
The topic toast and boast
of old acquaintance
Gone but not to be forgotten
Come strike the countdown
clock
Of next years
Old new years eve
What used to be
A deep, late night conversation
Is now a meaningless, small talk
New face, new space
New direction, new life
New body to share your bed
Despite claims of wanting to stay in touch
You are never the first to reach out
And I am always giving more
I allowed myself space
I processed my hurt and anger
I lowered my expectations
Seems like everything's changed
But yet nothing's changed
Except, that now
We are just acquaintances
Birds that don't sing enough; A cat that likes my property;
More than enough squirrels; Some of which irritate me.
I wish the squirrels would stay in the palm trees, and stop making noises on the roof of my house.
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in all aspects of your life they will support you all the while
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especially when you ask them does my tush look huge in this!
They are never quick to judge you and will listen to your fears,
at sad times they’ll hold you tight and mop your torrent of tears
True friends are rare gems to be cherished, on them you can depend,
you know in your heart they’ll be with you, right to the very end
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On her guidance I can always depend
She gives sound advice on my poetry
I’m honoured that she’s my ‘souper’ friend
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interlocking rhyme
Some fellows like to give a lot; our presents, very rare.
Exchanging gifts is such a chore when timing is not fair.
Their endowments are so much more than we are wont to give
My spouse says not a word of this, content with how they live.
I do not want to seem remiss, but how do we start quitting?
Before I start, I will come clean, it is my pride they’re hitting.
It is my honest wish to wean our closeness of its milking
We do not need their lavish aid and hate to be thought bilking.
Their need to give is overplayed, I am a basket case.
Is that a van parked in their drive? A moving van, what grace!
One last offering, on-the-spot, repaid with diddly squat.
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