Long Befriend Poems
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Tonight I had to say goodbye to you
I cried as I held you, my baby Blue
Nine long years you shared our life
Through happiness and times of strife
I remember when we adopted you
You kissed my hand my baby Blue
We took you with us to share our home
From our lives you didn’t roam
You rarely spoke except to growl
At enemies upon the prowl
Yet you’d befriend the smallest kind
Rabbits, squirrels you didn’t mind
You shared your food with the birds that came
And shared your water just the same
You’d walk with me on summer days
And smiled at me for the slightest praise
You hated water that’s a fact
To a hose or a tub you would over react
But to a brush you would sit so still
A scratch on the belly gave you such a thrill
But old man the time had come
The tears have flowed until I’m numb
I said goodbye to our friendship true
I’ll miss you always, my baby Blue
Whispers from the depths embrace my soul like a sea retreating in secrecy,
I feel that the end is just a threshold to other worlds where dreams unravel,
My world shatters into shards of stars, into the dust of time that floats gently,
But an inner voice sings to me that I am sculpted from the stone of an immortal god.
Sometimes I hear echoes telling me that I am a slave to the shadows dancing in the night,
My destiny is to dwell in darkness, to befriend whispers,
Yet a sacred fire ignites within me, whispering that I am a cosmic eagle,
Soaring above the unknown, in the infinite sky, bold and mystical.
Sometimes my soul refuses to grow, sinking into cold labyrinths,
But an impulse awakens it, urging it to color its wings in dozens of hues.
I lament the fruits of my decisions, the shadows cast on the paths of life,
I walk alone on empty roads, where tears become rivers flowing down my cheeks,
But then their drying brings peace, and my nostrils become dry winds,
A voice whispers that mistakes are merely signs of our journey,
Scars that make us more human, badges of battles fought with ourselves.
In my world of fire, where failures are nuggets of gold deeply hidden,
A silent whisper reminds me that I have always succeeded in dancing among the stars,
That chaos is a celebration of unseen victories, of unceasing flight.
Sometimes I lose myself in the depths of my mind, an ocean without shores, without salvation,
But I remember that I am a polymath, a champion of dreams not yet fulfilled.
Trustworthy, loyal and honest
for friendship do anymore conditions apply
You smile when they call or visit
to see a friendly face, hear a familiar voice
An ear that hears you out
A word that keeps you in
A hand that helps, a hand of friendship
Memories through life you share
just lying around on the hood of your car
Watching the stars and filling the night with small talk
small talk that reassures that everything is okay
But in todays bitter political climate
A Red must only befriend other Reds
A Blue must only befriend other Blues
Whites are just confused
Old friendships ending
Family ties broken
Not even time can bridge
This emotional rage boiling over into hate
I thought I used to have friends of many persuasions
Kidding around about our differences and beliefs
Friendship overcame passions with respect
To disagree was not fatal
Today is different, Yesterday was blissful
Tomorrow heal our weary souls
With Coronavirus shutting down the world
Social distancing keeping us apart
Self quarantining sheltering us in place
Can we somehow become closer
Soon the world will reopen
Life will be full of togetherness
Do we realize a point of view is no reason to hate
Friendship is a foundation of love built up with respect
Can we forgive and forget and have
Have friendships that overlap political views once again
Or do we all get a dog to be our best friend
Poems request that I be authentic.
I am unsure my pen can take it.
I live life as an emotional sayer,
but should I now reveal each layer
my blood will spill upon this paper.
I have sought to give life tender smiles
while enduring heart wrenching trials.
I have glued events found fragile
into some matter I can handle.
I have not once run or pretended,
or taken pain and tried to bend it,
for one truth grew – my Father sent it.
To have peace, I must befriend it
or, God forgive, I must end it.
One small second is all powerful
and all it took to destroy all I knew.
It did not eclipse past tears lived thru,
but forever altered pain’s known hue.
Here I am, at the mid-century mark
searching out a new life for my heart.
Such desires are not easily caught.
The universe bruised, we constantly fought.
Life injures, it will hurt and blister.
Then there is joy, the sweetest kisser,
and for that I am still prompted on,
longing for fear-notes to leave my song.
Sadness revealed my spiritual soul,
took it thru hell to achieve its goal.
Each hurt is a small grain of my total pain,
so raw and brave behind my human name.
I don't have bling
I don't rap, play blues or sing
I'll never be a cool black guy
My strut is weak
My cred roams far yonder
Miles away from the street
I'll never be a cool black guy
The booty I shake
The moves that I make
Won't qualify for Soul Train's sake
I'll never be a cool black guy
The name my mother assigned
Won't force Grandmaster Flash to resign
I'll never be a cool black guy
The vocal lords which gospel brings
Cannot pervade thy angel's wings
I'll never be a cool black guy
Cruising slow at sunset
Love, joy, exaltation
Politely asked to pull over
Algorithms bleed into
Indignant subjugation
I'll never be a cool black guy
When a simple arrest
Leads to civil unrest
Then comes the ripple, tsunami
Of economic infest
I'll never be a cool black guy
My options broken, then severed
Left to dangle without a net
The asphalt calls
No qualms or regret
I'll never be a cool black guy
And one leads to two
And two leads to ten
History's palindrome nightmare
To invoke and offend
Why can't our same bag of bones
Simply care, soar, befriend
I'll never be a cool black guy
That diploma on the wall
Smelting books, with brains and gall
Will humanity's insanities
Finally yield beauty
Leading us to stand for all
I'll never be a cool black guy.
(5/22/17)
She wraps me like a gifted one without fore-substance
and the only thing she knows is how to bring me time
Hours and minutes become momentum measures of life
as I cleave to the reason why they named her, "Today"
Its because she knows no other way;
Night arrives and today sits on the roof of mind
upon a pillow I head rest without worry or fear
For tomorrow a sideline befriender, chats with moon
and laughs with the stars. He knows that sooner or
later she has to release her contingency
Tomorrow knows no other way;
Symmetry of life is such that it delivers what the other owns
Seasons collide into each other, humans couple heart to soul
wild flowers co- exist, in twilight and in dawn
We live in a mix and match world of dark to light
Chiaroscuro magic, of pure delight
Many a poet have pinned their hopes on daily tomorrows
Befriend both and you will be happy as King and Queen
Love them equally for who and what they are
The sun is an eye catcher the moon a dreamcatcher
Life is good if you believe in the cycle of a creative God
November 18, 2018
Sponsor Name: Edward Ibeh
Contest Name: Tomorrow
If the gods are mysterious to men
Aren’t men mysterious to gods?
For they we create to befriend
How did they become beliefs we fought?
There are no gods
No one will believe
Is there room for that thought?
Or are you satisfied with just life you live?
Would you think for a question?
When answers you know is in-justifiable
An uncertainty in constant yearn
When make-believes are simply insatiable
Did them or us create either to be?
What then have they or we have created?
Of goodness we relied upon either to see
When it’s our minds to know not God who flirted
Thus… would you have known?
Beliefs in either are never the need
Misguided simply we see lives thrown
When it’s all but only assurances we seek
It's there -- the light at the journey's end.
I want to sprint ahead; my mind moves fast.
Many new adventures, many people to befriend.
I'm neither first nor second, I finished dead last.
That's alright, though, there's still much treasure to be had.
The race is through, now let's party and have a blast.
The forces of evil are no longer driving me mad.
The floods, the fires, and the storms are over.
I am now completely compensated for all I had.
Others just like me, picking up the mess they left over.
I lend a hand, and they lend one back to me.
Destined to survive, it was never game over.
Walking through the light was a whole new world to see.
We ate our fill, and drank from the spring.
Rest is needed, please let us be.
Darkness and thorns are gone, let freedom ring.
It's there -- the light at journey's end.
Darkness and thorns are gone, let us all sing.
Many new adventures, many people to befriend.
(Hopefully you could sing this to tune of original song)
What of the unloved friendless children?
What of the unloved friendless children?
Eleanor Rigby
searches the audience hoping her parents have come.
She’s in a play,
and when it’s over,
she hears applause, but she knows that her parents aren’t there.
Why don’t they care?
Friendless unloved children,
there always are a few.
Friendless unloved children.
Whatever can they do?
Her fifth-grade teacher
seeing how Eleanor sits while the other kids play
every day!
She asks some students
if they’ll befriend Eleanor, but she’s not listened to.
What can she do?
Friendless unloved children,
there always are a few.
Friendless unloved children.
Whatever can they do?
Eleanor Rigby
finished her school, was a janitor all of her life -
never a wife.
Her fifth-grade teacher
rarely succeeded in helping the child with no friend;
then came her end. . .
Friendless unloved children (what of the friendless unloved children?)
there always are a few.
Friendless unloved chldren (what of the friendless unloved children?)
Whatever can they do?
Aug. 27, 2019
for the "Eleanor Rigby Who Was She" Contest of Jerry T Curtis
I see a flame burning in a river
I see a rainbow twinkling in the sky
I see the moon throwing moonly radiations
I see a fish, rather at the high.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I sleep at noon, I wake at night
I sleep by sitting, I sit by lying
I sleep with my almirah serving as my bed
I sleep only in the daylight’s shed.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I befriend the lizard
I detest rabbit
I blow up my chair
And the water I’d kick
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I know you from the bottom
Unamused by your ‘out’
I know what you think
Ignoring up your shout.
Yes, I see the world upside down!
I could see anything, what you hides
I could sense the truth behind your ‘pleasant’
I could see you fooling, hiding your smiles
Beware of me whenever I am present.
‘Coz, I see the world upside down!!!