Friends. Poems

What I’ll say to my Congressional friends

What I’ll say to my Congressional friends
is that I'm waiting to see how all this ends.
And if with America a shining city on a hill,
I swear I'll apologize to you, I assuredly will.
But if it ends like I think it might,
in the darkest darkness ~ in the anti-light,
may you be forever damned for the part

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

Best Friends ARE

   B elievers
   E NERGETIC
   S ELF ASSURED
   T ALENTED

   F ABULOUS 
   R EASONABLE
   I MAGINATIVE
   E NCHANTING
   N ATURE LOVERs
   D ependable

Ode To Summer's End

The swallow has gone,
Flown away, so has its mellow song
And so forth we go,
into bluer skies—indigo
Tempts drift further till tepid
Southern shades should not bid 
Amid its alibi is incidence,
sun shrinks in appearance
Grayest shadows deepen  
The first cool breezeway creeps in
Much warmth shall be ebbing,
heralding winter's woolen webbing
I count my blessings
of summer’s endings:
Abundance of sunshine

Travel

Being yourself
In a foreign land
Is to leave old shoes
And counterpane

Take a risk
Among new friends
To discover Earth
Through shared lens

Allow that light
To overwhelm
The journey forward
And back again

Tuileries

Manon (Mary) and I, sat in the Tuileries gardens, by the Louvre Museum. Her 7 month old daughter, Devyn, on a blanket in the grass, was earnestly practicing a roll from her tummy to her back - of course, we coo’d and applauded each success.

We’d been girls together, years ago, in 5th and 6th grade

Material Memories

Little trinket gather on her nightstand.
Each holding powerful memories.

The cowbell decorated with colors,
 from her once so dear football team.
It's always been louder than others,
 showing through with a prideful beam.

The hand painted rock,
 with the sun and white fluffed clouds,
serves as a key to a lock,
 to a time her voice was outspoken and

DAILY GRATITUDE SO MANY FRIENDS

I never thought I’d be blessed with so many friends
who make me smile…
who I’ve been blessed to know…
but my plan is…now that I have them…
to never let them go.

FRIENDS

May we all be blessed with friends
who know our joys
our hopes
our sorrows
and our fears
The kind of friends who not only can bring a smile to our face
but are there to help wipe away our tears.

Reflection of my best friend!

My best friend walks beside my soul,
Not always seen, but always whole.
We talk in ways the world won’t hear,
In jokes and jabs and thoughts sincere.

We’re echoes in a common shell,
Two minds where one truth loves to dwell.
We share the heat of daily light,
And wrap each other through the night.

55 seconds still, no sound,
Yet louder peace

Is Summer Really Over

Is summer over or just cooling down,
days are getting shorter do not make a frown.
Sun time use varies widely,
in many different places.
 

Do not tell me barbeque time is over,
that will make me want to pee my bedcover.
As BBQ corn does eat,
great with hotdogs and watermelon too.
 

Tell me it is not so,
no more ice

People as Friends and kettles?

"My things as you."
People as Friends and kettles?
"My things as you."
The witness deprived 
Absorbent in deny
How in interchange 
Are we spoken
Misleading waste
Papers as snakes
Only in cuisines
Last, hander of things
Gone in time
Decade of take
Sales of ink
And all town
How to announce 
Tone?
And all are tow'n

Being towed in the time
 Time of all Involved as microcosm In discussion

they pretend they are friends

they pretend they are friends
no one buys this weird façade
they were the worst married couple ever

they were not even close when they were dating
why they got married is unknown to any of us
they pretend they are friends

when they would be much better off
avoiding and ignoring each other
why the façade?

None of us can guess.

dear old friends

dear old friends
adieu languid summer days
~ treasured memories

DAILY GRATITUDE ALL THE FRIENDS

I am grateful from today…and all the years that passed
for all the friends in life I‘ve been fortunate to have amassed

because as Native Nation wisdom tells us
Yes, as those who were here before us knew

One foe is too many

• Short Friends. Poems
• Famous Friends. Poems
• Best Friends. Poems
• Read Friends. Poems
• Long Friends. Poems
• Friends. Quotes