Best Friendliness Poems
In a ballet of restrictive and
stifling carriage, we strike into
the depths of our imagination
and boundless intuition on a
rollercoaster soaring free from
rigid clips, venturing into a cosmic
sphere where dreams take flight,
on Saturn's rings,
exhilarating twists and turns.
Firm on the grand stage,
we play roughly and smoothly,
each length, a part of nature's layers.
Flames cannot be known by names
alone, until a touch signifies its
friendliness, an improvised whirl
flows from each planet's curves,
a feeling extended to its neighbours.
We shamelessly surrender to
the rhythm of the divine,
navigating each realm
through our inner voice,
slowly bringing it to reality,
where we find our worth in
positive existence.
Nature's wings sting through the
murmurs of rustling trees.
The twirl of the winds sings
whispers of vibrations.
Silent energy embraces the soul
of the moon, giving us insights
where we paint through without
worrying about the result.
Entangled in the sweet rhythm
of unknown tones with languages
that stir you into another dimension,
beating to the smile of strangers,
soaring high just to see low.
Play tags without keeping taps.
Read dialogues to friends with
no lines, go unnoticed in perfection,
craving attention so you live without scripts.
Discarding narrow thought flow crutch
We learn directly by soft touch
And what we garner we relay
To the vast void in childlike play
Entwined this with the universe
We dance without the need to rehearse.
He has a gentle way about him
when you see him passing through.
He doesn't say "look at me" with a big neon sign,
but his friendliness is subtle like an evening breeze
(a smile wrapped in one big parenthesis)
Cool as a cucumber, calm and collected,
(look careful and you'll find an intellect
dressed in a High-Five and a Way-To-Go!)
But the only thing that deceives me so
--- though I guess it can be forgiven (and please don't be livid)
but my friend Paul, he's a walking contradiction,
for "callous" he is not!
For Paul Callus
Some things I thought would never change -
it would always be "us three",
I try so hard to understand
why that wasn't meant to be.
The smiles, fun, and laughter;
the jokes we'd throw around,
Are now but distant memories
planted in the ground.
Only unlike seeds they do not wait
come spring to sprout anew,
They're trying to hide in the depths of my mind;
this year no flowers grew.
I had thought it would be like a rubber ball
and bounce right back to my grasp,
Yet I never had known that this friendship of ours
was made of fragile glass.
So when it came crashing down that day last month,
I almost didn't care,
For my perfect life had that perfect ball
that wouldn't need repair.
But the glass it cracked so harshly,
flinging pieces once so strong,
Could these sharp and hurtful shards
have been here all along?
I'm trying not to blame you,
but blame you I just might,
My pride is stubbornly in the way;
if I'm wrong I still am right.
For fairness we'll say we were both at fault,
clearly misunderstood,
And it could've ended there with a sorry that said
"I tried the best I could".
But the hurt took residence within you
until it overcame your heart
As the best friends since first grade
began to drift apart
I tried! I visited!
I texted! I called!
Only to receive unfriendly coldness
in the face of it all.
Not once did I text back a rude response
though I, too, ached with hurt
I forced on fake friendliness
while your remained curt.
Why didn't you inquire
about things on my end?
One who takes, but not gives,
do you call that a true friend?
Now instead of "us three",
I'm left with "us two"
But what's sadder than that
Is that you're left with...you.
You got lost there, in the place that whispered
"all is being lost",
But avoiding me just didn't work-
our paths were bound to cross.
So as we try our best to reconnect;
change craziness to sane,
I just want to say I'm sorry
for all the hurt and pain.
So the smile now, it's real today-
I'm not angry or upset,
But no glue in the world can fix up this crack
for I simply cannot forget.
Beautiful mammals just like you and I,
Dolphins are warm blooded and smart-
Only see in shades of grey in each eye,
but are just as sensitive in the heart.
Friendliness and compassion play a part.
Sleek and smooth rubber covering skin,
and some can even live up to fifty years-
Each Dolphin holds delicate grace within,
and can even cry salty sorrowful tears.
Even Dolphins have dreams and fears.
They can dive up to one thousand feet,
and there are forty different species around-
Dolphins are competitive when they compete,
showing off their mighty skills abound.
They love to flaunt their talents, I have found.
Killer Whales are from the Dolphin family,
despite their name, they are of the kindred kind-
Sharing the same old lineage and ancestry,
both are elegance and kindness combined.
Such intelligent mammals are so hard to find.
On my honeymoon I rode a Dolphin named Jenny,
she was speedily fast, confident and brave-
Stunning creatures like her, not very many,
that is why we should strive to save
the Dolphins in the world that are used as slaves.
Never doubt the love Dolphins hold inside,
for they are a symbol of strength personified.
Dolphins- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
January 12th, 2018
(I think this is how Robert Lindley will reply, if at all...)
I wonder why you'd hate me,
Maybe because I'm kindly,
But you don't irritate me,
I will not judge you blindly...
You can't stop me from writing,
I won't stoop to distress you,
I forgive your backbiting,
And just say, "May God bless you!"
11/22/17
Contest: Judgmental people and haters
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
(Those who know Robert Lindley can vouch for his kindheartedness, friendliness and encouraging words to everyone.... And those who hate him, I can only say, "The loss is yours".)
Speak little and hear much,
For words can get you in trouble.
Too many words confuses things,
And then your problems can double.
Some people talk to show friendliness,
And some to be entertaining;
And some to show how much they know,
But talk can tend to be straining;
For too much talk can get on your nerves,
For everyone needs peace and quiet,
And a steady drone like bees in a hive,
Isn't good as a steady diet;
But everyone likes a quiet man,
Who shows courtesy and listens well,
One who is pleased to hear what they say,
But that which he hears he won't tell;
For a wise man knows when to speak and when not,
And doesn't run off at the mouth.
He knows the less said is the best, as they say,
For words are oft turned round about;
So keep to yourself the things that you know,
Or your praises will not be sung.
You'll gain more friends and be more at peace,
By simply holding your tongue.
Miss your barks, miss your presence
Miss your enthusiastic greetings, miss your adorable face
Miss the innocence of your brown eyes, miss your liveliness
Miss the vibes that you spread, of your infectious cheerfulness
Miss the walks we took together and the hikes we did to hills and lakes
Miss your tenacity and stamina and your amazing athletic strength
Miss your adept swimming for a stick you wanted to fetch
Miss your feisty eagerness when you ran and played your favorite ball-chase
Miss those conversations we had of unspoken language
Miss feeling your calming aura around while doing yoga on the carpet
Miss your alert growling at the sound of the doorbell
Miss your sweet friendliness to connect with all the arriving guests
Though we no longer see you coming to our calls,
Or see you retrieving no more of your favorite sticks and balls
You live in our thoughts, you live in our hearts
I ponder and pause, feel you near, not far
Your incredible patience, your enormous faith,
Your immense confidence and your selflessness
Reva, you were an ideal example of God’s grace…
Having you in our lives, we truly feel blessed!!
SONNET FOR BILL
He told me of a driving force within
That urged in every game where he took part
An undiminished thrust to always win
Impelled him then to play with all his heart
Thus images of my own recollection
School player and athlete of high prowess
Yet he recalled one minor sport connection
When I, a duffer shared with him success
Though decades would diverge the lives we’d known
Later meetings were with friendliness and grace
Now in this life’s game a final whistle’s blown
It’s time for him to plan next match or race
In a new great game he enters as beginner
Will he yet take part in full, and be a winner
The Man in the Moon
His face shown bright this summer night
while hanging in the sky,
and all the while his golden smile
did friendliness imply.
He saw her there, a lass so fair,
just sitting by herself;
without a lad, and looking sad,
wall flower on a shelf.
“And why my dear, just sitting here”
he softly asked the girl,
“on night so bright, it’s just not right
for thoughts of life to swirl.”
“I’m on my own, and all alone,”
she answered with a sigh,
“no one to keep me company,
I feel like I could cry.”
The moon replied, “Don’t be denied,
there’s love out to be found.
My dearest one, don’t come undone
no tears upon the ground.
Rise to your feet this night to greet,
a world that’s full of mirth.
Don’t be so blind, go out and find
the measure of your worth.”
To all behold this orb of gold
who’s holding out his hand,
while shining bright this summer night,
and smiling on the land.
July 5, 2019
Dan's a man of poetry
Sweet and kind to you and me
Greeting poets with a smile
With his grace and gentle style
He builds you up with inspiration
That's why I write this dedication
To a man I call a friend
Great comments he will always send
A heart of gold he has inside
His friendliness he does not hide
I've know him for a week or two
I'm glad I met somebody who
Respects the poets in the group
Writing for Poetry Soup
This is for the contest "who am I"
Am I dreaming Is it real
I don't know how I should feel
Wake me up from this nightmare
Shake me make me more aware
Of the way this worlds become
It's not happy we've undone
All the neighbor friendliness
Time has put an end to this
Now its anger violence hate
Wouldn't it be really great
Coming together once again
Heart to heart we can begin
To undo this nastiness
Leading to more happiness
i sit in front of window
i see magnificent scenery
brighter than the blue sky
clearer than the clearwater
i hear wind voice whispering to me
it hugs me firmly with its friendliness
passing by me spirit entirely
like spring breeze lodging in soul
so friendly that i feel inner peace
it stops time to cure my inner pain
it brings me to inhale a life
exhale all of scary tales
never have i felt such situation
might i always enjoy this wind
until the end of eternity
most lovely experience i ever have
Fake smiles
Drifting from homes to streets to share your strength with the weak
Walking in shoes that aren't yours to claim you walked the extra mile
Only to remind yourself that you aren't just as meek
Sunset, darkness, lonliness
Look at how you leak yourself to sleep
No one to show you your kind of friendliness
Is it only now that you realise that happiness is less shallow than deep?
Yeah I see you
Pursuing the "best" of yourself without looking in the mirror
Perhaps because you know that all you really are is just a boo
Only, you keep convincing the world you're an important puzzle to complete the picture
Why does it
A N N O Y
me so
when i take the
T I M E
to read a poet’s words
C H E W
them up with delight
only to find
that they rudely (my opinion)
T U R N E D
off their comments
my brain shuts down
with no
I N T E R -
action
a subtraction
of friendliness
insubstantial
P R O P R I E T Y
S O U P
meaty
and filled with
carrots, celery and onions
S H A R E D
with salty broth and bones
L A D L E D
out into countless bowls
S I P P E D
and warmed by the heart
with light
C O N V E R S A T I O N
like two people
sitting across a table
the metaphoric table
states, oceans, countries
B L E SS E D
and bountiful
S U CC E S S
of twining hands
turn politics off, yes
or craziness, yes
that
A L P H A B E T
duress
we can give a rest
but when a poem
is a flower
its honey
its bumblebee
W H Y
hide from me
and others too
Don’t make me chew
and sup with you
when you’ve
left the the table
with S T E A M I N G
S O U P
3/14/2022
Speak little and hear much,
For words can get you in trouble.
Too many words confuses things,
And then your problems can double.
Some people talk to show friendliness,
And some to be entertaining;
And some to show how much they know,
But talk can tend to be straining;
For too much talk can get on your nerves,
'Cause everyone needs peace and quiet.\
A steady drone like bees in a hive,
Isn't good as a steady diet.
Everyone likes a quiet man,
Who shows courtesy and listens well,
One who is pleased to hear what they say,
But that which he hears he won't tell;
For a wise man knows when to speak and when not,
And doesn't run off at the mouth.
He knows the less said is the best, as they say,
For words are oft turned 'round about;
So keep to yourself the things that you know,
Or your praises will not be sung.
You'll gain more friends and be more at peace,
By simply holding your tongue.