Love can sway,
Our focus,
Love surrounds,
Like Our Lord,
Not fair weather folk,
His love is staunch,
Sees us all through,
The journey to faith,
We awaken, renewed
Hope to love,
Full of surprise!
Of fair weather, it holds me in its charms.
Godspeed of June, be jealous for light rays.
She’s heard my plea, now let me play and smile.
The pleasantries; hotlanta held at bay.
And withstanding the green and merry glow,
the yellow blooms, the aha reds, sky blues,
I reminisce and kiss and sigh, soaring
with feet of dendrites’ pulse and oxygen.
The rush of oaks, maples, and bonny crépes;
the sweep of wind through open drive - alive!
The ferny mimosas, feathery pink -
Sensations flip; I’m head-to-toe, euphoric.
Teeter-totter…not yet! The sun’s broadcast
will keep the mornings cool - ‘lanta in June!
Money!
Dumbfounded means
Perceiving riches.
After your accumulation,
shatter the hope of satisfaction.
I become hungry and thirsty.
Resulting in stealing and fraud.
I become stingy and active.
Believing in the hope you give,
leaving my back,
when the tide turns.
I see you,
as a fair weather friend.
You never support fully.
Money,the destruction you have caused.
Always beware of a fair weather friend,
Who act like they care, but only pretend.
They'll pat your back and smile a lot,
But all they want is what you've got.
When things are good, they come around.
When things go wrong, they can't be found.
They'll let you pay all the time,
And never seem to have a dime.
They use you up and when they go,
They leave you for a better show.
They're no friend, don't you see?
At best, they are your enemy.
So, put them all far behind.
One true friend is hard to find.
But when you do, hold on fast.
They're the only ones that last.
When the temperature soars
My Muse is cranky and cross
Whether in or out of doors
Meter and rhyme are quite lost
My head heavy, I'm bored
Sweat pours off my chin
Hunched over the keyboard
What a funk I am in
To slumber I yield
I nod off for a bit
My fate surely sealed
Poetry, I quit...
Yet switch on the a/c
And, voile! A new me!
To the delight of my Muse --
Cool air lights her fuse!
It's very easy to be a friend- when nothing's going wrong
But when it does that's when some people- start singing a different song.
They make up fake excuses- or just outright lie
Which makes the one whose hurting- want to curl up and cry.
Some people then become hermits- as in their homes they stay.
Afraid to try friendship again- even keeping their feelings at bay
It's really quite a shame- that this happens all to frequently.
What's even worse is that from others despair and hardships- people find a sense of glee.
Some people cannot grasp the concept- of leaving well enough alone.
Filling their minds of malice- allowing their hearts to turn to stone
Whatever happened to forgiveness- or showing some sympathy
And if you've been in their shoes- where's your empathy?
When are people finally going to learn- that LIFE is way too short!
That their negativity and hatred- the need to abort!
You're only lying to yourself- if you think that from these things you can hide
And it's way too late to change yourself- once you've crossed over to the other side.
We all have met and known some fair-weather friends
Pretenders to be supportive to the end
They Boost your confidence for awhile
By acting supportive and worthwhile
Until the day you are no longer needed
Then they act more arrogant and conceited
You try to contact them and try to reach out
Still no contact, you are starting to doubt
It is clear they are no longer supportive or a friend
Just a fake acquaintance with no desire to make amends
A painful lesson we must learn in life, it often feels
Like a piece of your heart missing, cut by out by a knife
G-ray lane has just turned
I-nto a bright blue skyway,
E-very cloud is white.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
K-ind and fair weather
I-s comforting to the mind;
M-orning that has broken leaves the darkness behind.
D-elight of the new dawn
E-liminates the lonely night;
L-ight from the sky above is really shining bright.
R-aindrops stop falling,
O-ctober twenty-third day;
S-hadows have disappeared,
A-s the twilight fades away.
R-ay from good season
I-s soothing after slumber;
O-pen both your eyes to kind and fair weather.
J-ust keep on thinking
O-f what the sun can bring;
E-xpect the sky's blessing,
L-et the light come shining.
C-omfort and warm dawn
A-re caused by the beacon;
S-un's well and good season
E-nds the dark on the horizon.
R-ising up from deep slumber
I-s fine on second December;
A-llow the things that matter to keep the fair weather.
When there is sunshine on your shoulder, it is easy, oh so easy.
When spring is in the air and the lambs are out frolicking, it is easy,
oh so easy.
When the scent from the daffodils is tickling your nose, it is easy, oh so easy.
When you are sipping champagne in the field with your lover, it is easy,
oh so easy.
When you feel you are at one with nature, it is easy, oh so easy.
When you can lie on your back in the sun and contemplate the progress of
the fluffy little clouds, it is easy, oh so easy.
When there is only beauty and thoughts as pure as the air around you,
it is easy, oh so easy,
Not to see the storm clouds in the distance or to hear the first rustling in the
trees.
Will you then still be as one with nature?
Will your mood mimic the approaching storm?
Will you excuse yourself from further work?
Will you be keeping your children out of puddles?
Will your fear of catching a chill make you ill?
Will you be putting your walking shoes away in the cupboard?
Will your petrol bill now hit the roof?
Or will I find you just singing in the rain?
H-ope fair weather will hold
I-n spite of the dark sky;
E-arly light goes on shining,
D-awn's what the stars
I-mply.
V-ile clime will not occur
I-n the morn fourth October;
L-etting you see the day,
L-onging to break for the better.
A-spire for a good moment,
N-ot inclement or bad;
U-nderneath the wide lanes,
E-vent has made you glad.
V-olatile wind won't appear, as well as the chill so cold;
A-llow your heart to trust, hope fair weather will hold.
That fears blood
that fears hardship
that hides during sorrow
that denies duty
is fair weather cloud
floating around
Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.
Copyright © Iman Roy
FAIR WEATHER FRIEND
Together we should sail uncharted sea
so if our ship is dashed on rocky slate,
we have no fear, but know that one of we
remains afloat, to save us from our fate!
and I would have you tredging at my side
if where I go is dark, through jungles deep,
so I'll be confident, although implied,
and not to worry much, when I should sleep;
But when I'm home, my fond and greatest need
is just to not be bothered by your kind
if you are diff'rent than what's from my seed,
then I'd not have you there, for me to find.
So if my sails are set where charts have shown
you sail your way, and I will sail mine own!
© RON wilson arbuthnot
aka vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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