Best Friended Poems
Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and bliss of those born of more ample worth,
esteem, and prize,—O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most scarce friends, my books, and by my God,
and my most oft-read, soothing Poetry.
These things I treasure, honor, and so laud
with gratitude and thanks abundantly,
and so am glad like worms in blesséd sod.
**Nota Bene! Revised version immediately below of above sonnet:
Like an outcast despised, I flee the heath;
devoid of friend and mirth, I trek this earth
and dwell alone from the time of my birth
almost from my first draw of infant's breath.
Unloved, without the world's shared shibboleth,
I am the face of tragedy, when hearth
and friendship's company withhold their worth,
closeness, esteem, and trust until my death.
But I still am loved by dear family,
and by my Rose, a blesséd gift from God;
whom, along with my oft-read poetry,
I treasure, honor, and so highly laud.
Though forever estranged in this country,
I still thus am glad like a frail seed in sod.
© Ngoc M. Nguyen. All rights reserved. Updated 23 April 2023
Have I betrayed the God who loves me?
He’s the one who gave his life for me!
Have I betrayed the love that’s been extended?
Have I turned my back on the one I “friended?”
Have I taken the love that was freely given?
Have I ever asked him if I can be forgiven?
Have I made a mockery of the cross that Jesus died on?
Has it been his loving arms that I have cried on?
Have I forgotten the good things that he gave me.
He remains faithful, and never did betray me!
I’m so sorry that I’ve sinned and let Jesus down.
Where I’ve sinned, grace much more abounds!
I bow my head and ask for Christ’ forgiveness.
May he cleanse me with his righteousness!
Please forgive me Jesus! I have betrayed you!
I ask for your help, because I really need you!
You were once my first love. I really know it!
I also know that there’s been times that I’ve blown it.
Thank you for forgiving and understanding where I am.
I know that you’re patient and won’t let go of my hand!
Because of your love, I’ve been made complete.
As I lay down my sin and worries at your feet!
You are and will always be the one I should turn to!
For everything you’ve done, I sure do thank you!
I praise you my Lord! My life isn’t the same!
I’ve found all that I need in your precious name!
By Jim Pemberton 09/22/14
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Some-time's We live our life
We strive to proceed
Within-in the Body of Christ
But, When it's time to
Say our AMEN
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Here come's the Devil
He pretends to be your friend
Now, He may be a brother
A sister or what have you
Just the same He is there
To comfort you,
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But, the first time that
You turn your back,
Here He is,
With the sneak attack....
The pleasure is all His
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Shall, I spend all my time
Suspended in Prayer
With the Devil,
Awaiting me at His layer
Fore,
He can never go there
Fore truth is in Prayer
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Oh', Shall I spend my time
Fighting the Devil,
He can reel you in,
And that next time We
See you, it would be at
The End of a shovel...
With dirt in your face
With the ground soon
To be leveled....
Eternity erased...
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In less than an hour
Their will be may-be
A rain shower...
Or People with flower's
Fore this is the Devil's
Finest Hour...
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Six Feet Under
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So, Yes, I rebuke Him
Any-time that He comes'
Near the Light.....
For the Lord to intercede
And kiss the Devil good night
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So, when the Devil come's
Dressed as a friend....
He trend's to deceive You
And act like a friend
But, don't let Him in
Fore He is just pretend
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He has been Deviling for years'
Invoked all kind of fear's
But, left to the imaginations'
He is just a cheap thrill
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One fraught with tears'
And Fears
Of the promise's that were
Bestowed upon Thee,
The truth that was Yours'
Meant to last for the all of
Eternity....
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Those thing's bestowed by God
In the bid to set us Free
That was Our inherit Nance
At no cost to you and me
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By God, Him-self....
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At the inception of creation
By the bind's of Eternity....
GF
**********Notes*********
When walking in the ways' of Christ, people will come into your life.
Some-times' they are long trusted friends. But, If they do things'
that are not on the level....Chances' are that they are doing the
work of the Devil....Take them to Heart, intercede them to the Light
When all is done...Thus, goes' the fight. Fore Jesus Christ, with all
His might....has again assured Us that He is the Light! GF
On my own, going it alone, ****, drugs lots of drink,
Then, tail end of '84 you came along and made me think,
You didn't see me, it was all set, an uphill struggle,
I tucked in under the radar, hiding in my self made muddle.
At every turn you'd find me smiling, but not high,
Oh Hi! I always just happened to be passing by,
I knew you needed time, you didn't see me that way,
I remember afterwards, one of your friends even thought I might be gay.
Luckily you were unsuspecting a little bit dope-pay,
Thank God! All the time I was plotting how to get my way,
By stealth, certainly not wealth, by perseverance and cunning sly,
And yet, you didn't notice, I'd always be passing by.
Poco poco, wins the day, slowly, slowly keeping the game in play,
Then, by " reading this book " by " going to see that play ",
I crept in; waiting for my chance to make hay.
And soon enough the Sun shone, I'd elbowed myself to the front, all the competition was gone,
Having be-friended your best friend and crept closer to your heart,
I waited and waited for an opportunity to start,
Weeks of patience suddenly spring to fruition,
Your friend called a spaghetti party, wine and nutrition.
Few invitations, the space being somewhat small,
I endured, guests left, early hours and coffee called,
What fortune! No milk a search party left, just you and I remained,
You dozed; I watched, excited, one eye closed; I feigned.
I'd slumped, cleverly, close to your resting head,
Poco, poco I slid, almost imploding, full of dread,
Your smile, beautiful,your relaxed angelic face,
Closer and closer, my heart at an explosive pace.
It was now, all or nothing, do or die, hit or miss,
Slowly, hardly breathing I pressed in for a kiss,
My body almost stopped, hesitating my advance off the boil,
I was scared, rejection expecting your recoil.
No, your lips awoke, responding, replying kissing back to mine,
The moment transformed, happiness, joy, love divine,
That was a seal, a bond welding an image so fine,
I knew, I saw every fibre sublime,
Our love was found, yours me and you mine.
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
There once was a crow that needed some doe,
However- this crow was the farmers foe...
This crow's name was Prince,
He had absolutely no sense!
He wanted to fly away,
But found obligation to stay.
He found him a girl,
She took him on a whirl.
They had a nice flight to their honeymoon spot,
But then Prince found a horse on a trot.
He friended the horse,
Who was brilliant- of course.
He was friends with the pig,
Who- of course- was quite big.
Then the crow met a bird,
Who was kind of a turd.
He thought himself noble,
But was in fact strobile.
One evening at dawn,
Crow's girl found him gone.
The crow flew to the snows,
And finally was froze...
Friendship’s Are Easy to End…
Hard To Rebuild!
When it comes to friendships,
many are quick to “end it.”
I seldom see very few that try to “rebuild it.”
A harsh word said. An angry thought spoken.
Can often cause many friendships
to be broken!
Scripture says; “be quick to listen.” “Slow to speak.”
May we speak God’s grace each day of the week.
A broken friendship can cause feelings of anger.
And soon, our “ex-friend.” becomes a “stranger.”
God will not give you a trophy
for those you’ve “un-friended.”
May you ask for his love to have your
hearts “amended.”
Broken friendship can have
many repercussions.
Often leading to gossip and
back-biting discussions.
May we seek God’s forgiveness
to come back together.
May his love be the glue that
binds you forever!
Life is too short to end a friendship.
The person you left, could be going through a hardship!
May the peace and love of Christ bind us as one!
And bring a healing to every parent,
daughter and son!
By Jim Pemberton
Lo, we have become the machines of our machines and the cast of our own memories.
You know you’re getting old when you look forward to the past.
A past revealed like an onion being peeled back.
The tears can sneak up on you.
Friends long remembered, pop in at the stroke of a finger.
So inversely wonderful to have more friends from high school than I had in high school.
People seem so much more resilient than my memory.
I suppose friends concentrate over time while my recollection is ever more dilute.
So many un-friended faces still swim through my turbid mind.
Echoes and Ghosts, Echoes and Ghosts...
lets be friends ,you and me
together we can try to be free
ill tell you one and many lies
till you believe in my disquise
ill be your friend and own your mind
till all you do is try to find
search for me ,yes you will
i can give you the ultimate thrill
the tricks i play in this game
will render you never the same
ill steal your soul,to never return
take you to hell and watch you burn
i will command your thoughts and drive you insane
watching you as i steal your brain
you came to me for some cheap high
now your mother starts to cry.
your friends are gone,some are dead
your family is broken,is enough said?
you will try to escape me
but i will never let you be free
others have tried to run from me
but they cant escape my tyranny
we are now friends, you and me
as we lay together cant you see
as you die ,ill be there
pretending that i give a care
you friended me ,remember that
many nicknames i go by
whatever you call me is up to you
i own you now ,own your soul
i am ice ,i am rock,
i am crystal meth
i am evil and cause death,
do not try and be my friend
stay away till your end
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST
THE TRUST IS NO LONGER THERE
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE REAL
HAS TURNED OUT TO BE FLAW
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE FOR ME
HAS EVENTUALLY TURNED AGAINST ME
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT I COULD COUNT ON
HASNT RESPONDED TO MY CALL
ALL THE PEOPLE THAT BE FRIENDED ME
HAS BECAME MY ENEMIES
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGT WERE IN MY LIFE FOR A REASON
HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A SEASON
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT WERE MY RIDE OR DIE
WHEN HELL ERUPTED THEY NO LONGER SHOWED THEIR FACES
ALL THE PEOPLE I THOUGHT HAD SUPPORTED MY EVERY MOVE
HAS SPOKEN AGAINST
the face**** of facebook
ode to mr. ****erberg,
whose glowing dopey eyed
face, is credited for bringing the
world
face****---
this way of connecting all the
masses, doing the bidding of the
FBI, making it easier for all the
Information collecting agencies
abound,
has been worshiped by those
lesser personalities at the
convention o’ life
as a way of “keeping in touch”
etc. & yet,
the reality is that it continues
as a way to sell more products
to the salivating consumers,
to creep its tentacles into
every crevice that it can
to force more & more people
by the day,
to submit to the
brainwash
extravaganza---
but for all the hubbub that
face**** has brought with it,
all the “positive aspects” of the
medium,
how many relationships has
face**** been responsible for
destroying?
how many friendships in
REAL LIFE begin & end
with being “friended?”
and how much does the
minute by minute
surveillance of one another,
really keep people together?
as statistics begin to reveal
the amount of divorces
(side-effect of an illusory union
called “marriage,” still to this day
meant to dictate a status quo made
by bull*****religions & fear mongering
states) that have been caused by face**** &
the ways in which relationships
of all kinds are being afflicted
by the constant twitch of
worry & wonder that the
medium produces…
another one logs on,
another one creates a
profile,
another one bites the
goddamned
dust.
In past Decembers, when my cards
Were purchased, sealed and stamped,
I wrote so many that, for sure,
My fingers burned and cramped.
I mailed them out and knew I’d get
As many in return;
It wasn’t always tit for tat,
But that was no concern.
Yet lately, though, the same routine –
My cards stacked up and inked,
Will yield far fewer back to me –
They’re practically extinct.
Perhaps when e-cards made the scene,
The need for real ones ended;
Or possibly, this busy life
Has left me more un-friended.
But either way, I mailed a lot
And so far, got just five.
It seems that this tradition
May be one that won’t survive.
My holiday is Chanukah.
It’s earlier this year;
So maybe as December fades,
More greetings will appear.
This could well be an omen, though.
Of course, I’m just supposing –
But here’s more proof the postal service
Likely will be closing!
*Image of Cardinal & Rose by WatsonWR.
The Friendly Strangers
The Cardinal dodged its harpy,
And hides amongst a Rose,
The Cardinal notes its sturdy,
The Rose's regal pose.
The Rose's blossom velvet red,
The Cardinal blend and,
The parity of the Rose stead,
The Cardinal friended.
The Rose petals opened and spread,
The Cardinal wings too,
The dangerous predator fled,
They both had guessed it flew.
The Cardinal now unafraid,
The Rose smelled of relief,
Thanks, the Rose for the masquerade,
Parts bird and bud in grief.
2023 January 09
*10th Place*
SECOND CHANCE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 18
*RZ & HMS.
The Song Of A Poet
(Dedicated To Amirah Akilu)
The song of the rain
Preaching us to farm
And be workaholics!
The song from the stream
Administer us to refresh our life
For being good and aesthetic!
The song voices by the birds
Is the most beautiful and sexy
How that it could be?
'Tis twirling lights tonight
And even when the sun born the rays
O! They sing to crown-molding!
I'm gleeful for being with you
As the preacher of our thatches area —just
To make our togetherness in the future
What is life when feud friended?
Life wouldn't be continued murmuring
But it will be in a regular retrogression.
Have mercy to each other
And not forget about the Almighty God
In any colour you blink thy eyes
Stand very chubby for His shaping
Because one day it will be no more
And it will slip away in your life.
© Muhammad Abdulhamid kumo