Friend. Poems

Same Building

we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1

my best friend Joe

my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me

My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We

Afterglow

We are light and noise when we are together,
A world of shared laughter, forgetting the weather.
Your presence is sunlight, a warm, golden glow,
Where the smiles on our faces have nowhere to go.

The jokes and the stories, the carefree embrace,
Leave no room for shadows or sorrow to trace.
For hours, we exist in a bright, vivid hue,
Two

Stronger Together

We have a bond that makes us strong
A bond inseparable, no matter how long
We’ve made our allies, we hold them dear
In laughter, in tears, we conquer the feared

No plans to leave the shining stars
Never to enter the shadowing dark
Together we flourish, together we stand
Embracing the twists, our paths unplanned

We share our dreams, like whispers in

Best Mates

Friends come and friends go, but some stay through life’s flow
Those are the ones to keep close to your heart, it doesn’t matter how long you’re apart 

It’s always the same no matter how long, you start talking through the years, life’s song
Knowing someone though and through, a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk

Role Model

fearlessly daring and heartfully caring, a support role model

From the high grove to Portland

The world outside is vast and bright,
Soaring buildings and lakes so grand,
But its high groves fade from sight,
In the moments I just hold your hand

A simple touch, a glance you hold,
Shifting in the air that stops time,
Turning ash and grey to molten gold,
Like lightning singing to you in this rhyme

Do you feel it softly, tingling

My Friend Wagon John

Wagon John was not just another old cowpoke.
In conversation I heeded most words he spoke.
a wagon his home,
wherever he’d roam.
He died alone on the trail without any kinfolk.

Wagon John

Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.

 Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse. 
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his

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 When you pass from death to life my dear friend
I'll continue to read your poems well penned

By Your Bedside

I am dying to be by you, at your bedside
Mon amour, I yearn every second to be by your side
To soothe the pain, to give you a good massage
To mesmerize you and to send the right message
To your body, to your soul and to your enduring heart
Darling, going forward, you and I should never be

Why did we stop talking?

How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.

And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.

It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation…

Mary Magdalene

The first time I saw her
in the forgotten halls of the East,
the stars whispered her name—
Magdalene.
My soul trembled,
for I knew she was the lost thread
of my eternal garment,
woven not of earth,
but of Andromeda’s fire.

Her eyes remembered.
Her smile healed.
She turned and called me—
Christos, I have been searching for you.

Slow as dawn,
she moved toward me,
and in silence

we can play pretend

i feel so stupid 
i actually believed you loved me
i believed every lie
how could i know it wasn't true?
it all seemed so real
the smiles, the laughs
every time you were there for me
how much of it was fake?
i forget you're an actor
and you're really good at it too
you can easily play any role you're given
it makes

A sentance to avoid'

Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And  its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your

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