Best Acquaintance Poems
A young pretty lady, seeking company from an unknown
and to the hospitality of my open arms, she quickly lodge.
A stranger still remains an alien until some acquaintance is established
seeing what is right in front of me, such a feeling was purged.
Sweet conversation, chilly atmosphere and some sense of belonging
are benefits attached, hence nothing observable to judge.
Her youthful exuberance was glaringly into play,
but it was stimulating and an effective nudge.
She’s damn good! - Soft touches, sexual tricks, and erotic riddles,
all put my physiological smoke into heavy surge.
A sudden feeling of satisfaction and a ‘game over’ countenance surfaces,
she’s definitely an expert and what’s next is to dodge.
Taking a polite excuse, she run-walks to the bar’s comfort zone,
my instincts begin to define all her gestures to be a forge.
Then I realize my fat wallet is her hired escort,
officially making me a stranded victim of a beautiful scourge.
A LEAPING ACQUAINTANCE
O ask me if a friend is mine for keeping
And I will scroll down her countenance in years
To show acquaintance that’s a target leaping
And I will tell you of the long nights’ weeping
Into the valley of the corrupted seers
That her acquaintance was a target, leaping
As if acts of confidence were seeping
Down the drainpipe like a burst of tears,
Asking if a friend is for safe keeping,
Secrets unravelled in the glare, bleeping
With the traffic of the times that hooked my peers
Just ask me if her friendship’s mine for keeping:
I say, a pox on their assiduous reaping
Their facts are gleaned where the bar sells beers
To show acquaintances like a target, leaping
On opportunity, grafting on chances, peeping
With trashy envious shades adrift in leers;
O ask me if this friend is worth the keeping,
I’ll show an acquaintance missed the target, leaping.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008)
I am going to write about
"renew acquaintance"
Have you ever thought of that?
Have you ever thought of how many people
we have known through the years?
What if we kept in touch with everyone?
Just think how many people we have known now
I am so bad at this
I don't keep contact with people
I'll let them go
And only when I want something
then I'll get in touch with them
Why is that?
Why don't we like to keep in contact with people?
Do they infringe on us?
Do they take something from us?
Energy, life?
It's the exact opposite
People give you life
They infuse energy into you
Do you ever see someone who lives in confinement?
I hope not
But you would see someone who would be drained, no life left
That is why they don't put one in confinement
for nothing
So what other reasons that you don't like to keep in contact with people?
Selfish - you have your life and they have yours
Did you know your life would be richer if they are in it?
When do you ever know one plus one equal three?
Only when you find somebody, right?
I am just kidding
Go - find someone
Make contact with them
And renew contacts
Life has so much meaning
when you include others in it
There - I got my preaching
Now I have to do it
Ahhhhhhhhhh
When did acquaintance
Turn into friendship?
When did friendship become affection?
When did affection change to love?
There were no obvious signs
That I can recall
No waves crashing on the rocks
No rockets in the sky
No bells and whistles
No brass band playing
No symbols crashing
But it has happened anyway
Was it when I saw you enter the room?
Or when I first heard you speak
Was it when I heard you laugh?
Or when you first spoke to me
Was it when I saw you smile?
Or when I made you blush
Was it when we danced?
Or when we first held hands
Was it when I stared deeply in to your eyes?
And saw into you soul
Perhaps it was while we kissed
Or when we made love
There was no obvious cause
It was not any one of the above
Yet it was all of them and more
Out of the corner of my eye,
an ex-colleague from bygone years spotted,
walking in my direction,
one in too many faces
on a busy street now,
in a big office then.
What’s his name?
One of those people you know but don’t know.
I look away, but not before I catch him looking away,
and the flicker of recognition, the little blip of nonplus
on his face, mirroring my own, no doubt.
We are barely 15 feet apart, and closing fast.
Decision.
Stop, greet,
spew pleasantries,
inquire into the health and general well-being
of assorted family members,
talk the small talk,
two men stranded in the middle of the sidewalk
by the rules of civility.
Natter, chatter, patter,
“Have you seen so-and-so lately?”,
“No, not for a while ...”,
invoking random names to hide the paucity
of viable conversational material,
waiting for that natural lull
in the banter to extricate themselves
politely-obviously-eagerly,
finally concluding with the obligatory bald lies
about running late
and catching up over a beer
at an unspecified time in the future.
Or just walk on by,
alibied by the bustle on the street
and a suitably distracted expression.
8 feet, 7, 6, 5, 4 . . .
I keep walking,
eyes resolutely averted,
feigning a sudden haste,
with a slight frown acting
as a Do Not Disturb sign.
He must have made the
same simultaneous decision,
my progress being unchecked.
Spared by each other through
mute, mutual consent!
A few more strides,
and I’m released
back into the anonymity of the crowd,
my mouth silently whew-shaped
after passing what’s-his-name?
Quote By Poet: "Neighbors may move away but friends are
always in one's heart."
Some neighbors love to have happy hour, it is held weekly in their garden with only one flower. Acquaintances are welcome to come, we can all dance if someone will bring a drum. Friday nights have became so much fun, after many hours how can we say the night is now done.
Acquaintances and neighbors now have become one, Mark wants a pool party under the sun. If we have a rain shower, then to a game to use our brain power. Check the grill and cauliflower, if it burns it will become sour. This has bought us together as friends, acquaintances and neighbors forever to the earths wide ends.
Date Written:1/25/2023
2 Place
Time goes on a new dawn
arises. I look across my lawn,
and, wonder if I can bond
with neighbors like Lyn and John,
or Gina and Sean with a new baby.
They stand outside and wave or say "Hello."
They never get close , too busy as they go.
Unfortunately, times have changed and maybe
there is little to no trust between people.
At a distance I can see the church steeple,
and I wonder if there is some sense of security
among the congregation or are there insecurity.
People lock their doors or ignore you when they walk by.
I wonder how many people would help or even try.
2/11/2023
Acquaintance And Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
I’ve lots of lovely acquaintance
Their beauty shines as silver swans
When we meet, we just shake our hands
Smiling each other is just haven
It takes time to know them
‘Til the nicest ones become my friends
When trust has grown between us
Relationship stays stronger, it’ll always last.
I’ve fewer neighborhoods across the road
Expanded by space so wide and broad
But we reach each other in spirit of brotherhood
Caring as one family sharing love and goods.
Their beauty shines as golden swans
In our community, we love and live as one
As we meet, we embrace with open arms
Giving each other’s support at tough times.
Acquaintance is as precious as neighbors
Balancing my life’s tripod, both life’s anchor
Whatever one sees as weakness and flaws
Accept, build, learn, love... in God, we all grow.
Feb. 19, 2023 11.01pm
Acquaintance and Neighborhood
Contest Judged: 2/20/2023 8:11:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place 2 ( up to 4th and HM w)
Visiting Aunt Juanita,
in Pocahontas nursing home,
we met her roommate,
Jennie Butler.
Jenny loved to tell jokes,
and laughed often.
She sang gospel songs,
her voice filling the air
with sweetness,
as her face reflected joy.
No one would guess
she lay, day after day,
a prisoner to stiffness and pain.
Her hands and feet
were gnarled, swollen,
and burning with sting.
Today, Jennie is free.
In heavenly array,
and joyous abandon
she's singing still,
in celestial tone,
our welcome home.
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Sea serpents are very articulate in a vehicle. They can wind great needles displaying exemplorary skill and agility. Yet a wise whipping weed can weave a wave from thin air. Displays of a iridescent knowledge. In true form. And exact. Yet a painted bud can never be said to be natural. Simple falsification of the tins. To disguise truth and spray a rain of falsity's across a sky, a sea, an island. Mainly a motion. Caressed with walking wailing walls. In cities worldwide. How corrosive. How correctable. Haven is as happy as a newly born bean. Ink. Innermost. In. Inns. Interesting. But buttons are unwelcoming. Pallor place pigs. X
if i was a gun i'd be pointed at you, and even if i was a knife i still wouldnt be sharp enough to cut through your veil of lies and see everything you do to me, the way you twist me to be like you, the way you deform and sculpt me to whatever sickness it is you want through your hurtfull, lovely little eyes, i call you my CHAOTIC heart, as you and me remain forever worlds apart, even though you said you loved me you can never steal part of me, even when we made love, yes LOVE not just sex, and i held you close, it is true you crept in deeper than most, but i became aware that only true love can touch my soul. So when the bitter ashes fell to encircle my body as i laid there dying and looking up through lustfull eyes, my heart went cold as i realized you were killing me....and this night with you became so ugly.
Reduced to an acquaintance
That you mayhaps bump as you cross the street
In contrast to nights in which sleep did not exist
Grass in our hair and naked
Dampened by the sprinklers in dimly lit streets
And miles walked barefoot
Without an ounce of fatigue
The most passionate and understanding love I've ever known
Reduced to an acquaintance.
This is not a tale, my friends, this is as true as the truths,
Could I say, it's the pathos of, a pair of insane youths?
Aftab Poonewala, the boy; Shraddha Walkar, the girl,
Both 'lived-in' long relationships and pleasures seemed to curl.
Did neighbors know the couple's inside world? God alone knows,
Everything seemed like cream on Christmas cakes, the story goes.
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Quarrels erupted betwixt them like sudden volcanoes,
These are, often, extinguished, yet, as sounds of pianos.
Marriage used to be the talk sometimes; or fidelity;
Fighting tooth and nail, they slept as though in enmity.
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As the days went by, Shraddha Walkar was not seen around,
Aftab Poonewala was, often, with other girls, found.
When genuine doubts mounted like the highest of mountains,
Aftab found the truths splashing out like Artesian fountains.
Having been cornered, his crime of murder Aftab confessed,
Revealed, truth after truth, having, by authorities, pressed.
Sliced her into thirty-five pieces; kept them in the fridge.
Threw one piece per night, into a ridge past the jungle bridge.
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New truths are unfolded each day like petals of new blooms,
As and when the law, on its vivacious spheres, justly zooms...!!!
(This report is filed by ANI news service. India. The legal suit is on)
15 February 2023
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet