Long Friend Poems

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To Be

To be little again 
where I'd once been
To be-little a friend
could one ever mend?
To be tall in height
tall to the sky
To be tall rather
than be little then stop
and wonder why
To all that is
to all that can be
To be blinded by all
all that you see
To whisper a whisper
that seems to shout back
To hear your heart break
while under attack
To breathe in life
yet forget to take it all in
To exhale your last breath
to lose a dear friend
To every solution
for every equation
relies on an answer 
with simple persuasion
To want back once it's lost
No need to savor
then it's tossed
Every penny dropped
luck to someone who finds
To every precious moment you live
Treasure those times 
For every waking hour
to the minute of every passing day
don't waste a second, not a second
for life to slip away.....
Form: Rhyme


lost my friend to Bipolar

JY and I met through a mutual friend in 1991.
We strucked a deal with a handsome transaction,
In which we both were in a win-win situation.
Since then, we became close friends,
Every week, she travelled a long way to see me,
Made big efforts bringing sample of deserts.
Which she made and delivered to many shops,
Displayed closed to the cashiers
And available for purchasing by the shoppers.
Once, she moved from North West inner city, 
To South East outer suburban's villiage.
That did not stop her from visiting me.
That was how good she had treated and loved me as a friend.
The last time we spent going holiday together,
Travelling to Sydney with her partner.
It was nearly two decades ago.
Since then, as time went pass,
Our relationship gradually torn apart.
From time to time, she promised we would meet,
Eventually she broke all her promises,
But at least she rang to apologise,
After letting me waited at the meeting places.
Once, I waited for one hour
While working in the front garden of my house,
She called to tell me she was in Overseas.
Since then, I promised myself,
I never believe or trust her again.
One decade has gone,
She continued calling me,
I tactfully made excuses.
That I was very busy which was true.
I had no more time to wait on her.
Eventually, her partner disclosed to me,
She suffered Bipolar, a mental disease.
When she were happy and functioned normally,
She always made promises to people,
Genuinely thinking of pleasing them,
Then, when her moods were affected,
She forgot all her promises,
And unintentionally offended people including me.

Ever since I learned about her mental health issue,
I understood better and never
Angry or blamed her any more.
Each time she called and suggested we meet,
I just politely thanked for her offer,
Claiming I was busy with my daily activities.
Like playing piano, swim, travel, embroidery,
Poem writings and now A.I. helping
To make music and songs from my own poems.

This year, I met JC,
He behaved and resembled so much of my friend,
But I was unsure, if he suffered the same kind of mental illness.
Then, I would treat him accordingly without bitterness.
© C33 B66  Create an image from this poem.

World Peace May Need Reminding

Seek the sun when rising
Presence around thee
Kept deep within me
Victory is near
Through God calling I hear
Took the steps
In which we are met
World is our dance
As we choose to advance
My dear yesterday
Shall we see what you have to say
Through the search of ponder
We had to wonder
To understand
As much as we can
His heavenly feet
We have felt them through sleep
The earth must be respected
The Lord himself inspected
Time to act
Gather all who want to react
Seasoned with salt
God tears were felt
Have no fear
The time is near
The love we spread
Was heard ahead
God has seen what needs to be done
The world and I shall work as one
Time to reveal
It was time you kneel
All you feel Is indeed real
God glory is ready defend
Our Lord mercy shall never end
Time to make him a friend
His love we do send

Premium Member Internet Is Exasperating Today

The internet is making me mad, taking my energy, causing me sad.
I am so irritated and out of control, I could cry for sure.
The internet has crashed today, and made me terribly mad.
I am so angry, I feel grouchy, mean, and less than pure.

The internet which I did not even know about a few years ago,
is causing me distress, causing me to feel quite low.
The internet has given me so many new friends, as you know.
I have no idea what will happen if he becomes a foe.

He has been my friend in so many ways, lifting me up.
Bringing me friendships who make me happy while I troll and sup.
The internet has crashed at my house today. Sound the alarm.
In person I am doomed to be friendless, for I have no charm.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Abandonment and Loud Noises

The year was 1946...


Grandfather, on my dad's side, chemistry professor at the Ann Arbor Campus of the University of Michigan had just finished his tenure, completing his service to our country in the reserve as a full-bird Colonel in the US Army during WW 2 as Base Commander at Fort Benning during the build up to D-Day. He visited his old friend in Washington, the longest-serving Speaker of the House Sam Rayburn. Sam liked to tell G'pa " it's 5 o' Clock somewhere Marshall, let's have a drink" (1-drink limit). Sam would regale G'pa with tales of inner-sanctum bitter feuds in Congress and G'pa would regale Sam with stories of skirmishes his buddy the General, George S. Patton (tank commander) had during the the summer of '42 (see the HBO Series 'Band of Brothers) with various Branch-Generals, scheduling jump-platform qualifying times preparing for the D-Day Invasion. For years, G'pa seldom visited Dad's dear suffering mom, who passed way too early in life (G'pa never even went to her funeral) this permanently scarred dad, a hurt he never recovered from, seldom visiting G'pa in later years...I remember one visit to Florida just outside an Army Base (where G'pa had canteen privileges) G'pa read his book the whole time, never looking up, he was dismayed dad wouldn't accept an officer's commission at the start of the Korean War...one in 4 Lieutenant's perished in battle, and on the advice of my precious Irish Grandfather on my mom's side, chose to begin a family...and here I am, writing this story...
Form: Prose


Premium Member Along With the Thunder

In SoCal we don't get much rain,
occasionally, a pitter patter.
Along with drizzle, the windowpane
will get a little splatter.

I'm thinking, my dear, longtime friend,
that we consider something nice.
Don't be shocked as I recommend
thrilling weather to add some spice. 

Would you like a thunderstorm,
if I could be inviting one?
Though I know it's not the norm,
it would be such exciting fun.

Like a multimedia show,
we could watch it from inside,
see the lightning flash and glow,
with thunder too, you by my side.

We'd pretend that we were scared.
and hug each other very tight,
with each and every lightning flare
and thunder blast that rocked the night.

If, between us, lightning lit a spark
between our wildly beating hearts,
along with thunder in the dark,
I'd hope that lovely trouble starts.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Reflecting Soul

Like a mirror, reflecting presence 
An image easily portrayed by beauty 
A soul carrying two faces 
One they live, other hidden in darkness 
Personality of emotions conflict or self being 
Who do we see this day exist 
Soul willing to kill or die friend 
Or heart do we carry upon chest 

Something real and rare felt 
Emotions hidden in depths beneath 
Mankind, perfection or demon ridden 
Who do we say we are that we not 
A different person of being than next 
You claim be better when you're not 
Living same life, same decisions weigh 

Til death do we part last breath 
That in our own we struggle existence 
Trying figure what makes us instead purpose 
What is purpose but a dreamers life 
One soul thriving to be apart 
Obscure from a world of deception illusion 
Reflecting soul, costume of many imagery 

We can be many things but only ourselves 
can one truly be 
Reflecting soul giving life in human form 
Only being circumstances of themselves 
We live portrayed greatest species ever 
But do we live our full potential 
Or waste it on a worldly being
Form: Narrative

I Was Made By People

I don’t write this for feed back or reaction 
as it's not my need too feel satisfaction 
I haven't invested nor look to progress
I'm just restless with rhymes ink press
them to an instrumental that's all
not a fool seeking approval to go professional
I don’t see or hear responses 
your thoughts are not on my conscience
I dont care if you hate it or like it
it's all cheese to me grated or sliced bits 
tastes the same on pizzas after ovens melt it
just a dried up felt tip impolitely 
drawing on the wall your boring common ite-ey
the world gave me a crippling anxiety
which has removed me from society 
if you want to see me act uncomfortably 
all you need is to say a compliment to me 
Cus me and you are completely apart 
you need them while I stay apart
I'm just messing because technology is at hand
but I'm sure this pastime is hard to understand
I sit at home writing for therapy 
spared a want to care what they think of me
Everyday alone blind never lose a blink of sleep 
opinions they pin on me stay unseeked 
I just ink in my seat to sooth my heartbeat 
so you’re a fool if you think it’s done for approval
I ain’t like you I ain’t usual 
so to think I want feed back
when I dont need that 
if given an elevated social status 
I'd evacuate free to a place more spacious 
however to the 2 faces who were loyal undoubtedly 
but quick to doubt and skip out on me, skidaddle 
once a friend revealed as a traitor 
see you later mate aint worth hating 
I've awakened to truth stated 
plus your company's overrated 
so don't come with me or after 
after friendship breaking cus if I'm not mistaken 
you said to everyone I make up stories
the blagger of Bath known for blagging bad on the ordinary
blagging like a bag carries baguettes in France
saying I'm mentally unstable while you compulsively lie
and I've quit chronic while you're still on it daily 
5 years ago I quit yet I'm bonkers well maybe 
yet plonkers believe how you describe me so clearly
I'll never forgive you for saying I make things up
we were like family and you totally mucked it up
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Felice Festa Delle Donne

Donna, donna, oh dolce donna
Il mio amore, la mia culla, il mio inizio
Nel mio quaderno quotidiano
Ogni giorno è il tuo giorno
Sei la mia anima, il mio pilastro
Ti amo ogni giorno
E ti amo, amore mio.

Donna, mia cara, mia bellezza
Mi stupisci tutto il giorno
Tu occupi il centro della mia vita
Sei la mia principessa, amica mia
Sei la mia regina, la mia invidia
Donna, donna, oh dolce donna
Il mio ossigeno, mia bella signora.

Donna, cuore della mia anima
La stella del mio cielo e della mia vita
Sei la bambola originale, la bella donna
Sei tu quello che si muove, che spinge e che rema
Oh! Sei una donna ben realizzata
Donna, donna, oh tenera donna
Sei il sole che illumina il mio palmo.

Donna, per me sei fondamentale
Mia piccola angela, mia santa, sei deliziosa
La vita non ha senso senza di te
Sei il mio tesoro, il mio faro, la mia speranza
Sei il mio cuore, il mio sogno, la mia anima
Donna, donna, o donna misteriosa!

Traduzione di " Happy Women’s Day"
Di Hébert Logerie

Copyright © Marzo 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tutti i diritti riservati
Hébert Logerie è autore di diversi libri di poesia.
Form: Rhyme

BLUE

“ BLUE “   


               RED HAIR DANCED ACROSS HER FACE LIKE FIRE BURNING TREES
               RIPS AND HOLES IN FADED JEANS JUST ADDED TO THE TEASE
               I PICKED UP THE HITCH HIKING TEEN WE RODE SILENT FOR A WHILE
               SHE LOOKED LOST IN THOUGHT THEN I SAW A CROOKED LITTLE SMILE             
               I ASKED WHAT’S YOUR NAME BUT SHE DIDN’T SAY A WORD
               THEN TURNED LOOKED AT ME SAID THE SWEETEST THING I’VE HEARD
               BECAUSE YOU RESCUED ME I’LL LEAVE MY NEW NAME UP TO YOU
               I’M RUNNING FROM A BROKEN LIFE I NEED TO START ANEW                        
               WELL I DIDN’T EVEN NAME MYSELF SO THIS IS SOMETHING NEW
                I’LL TRY AND KEEP IT SHORT I THINK I’LL CALL YOU BLUE 
                I HOPE YOUR NEW LIFE’S GOOD TO YOU AND HAPPINESS YOU FIND
                TAKE YOUR NEW NAME BLUE AND LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND
                THAT’S A GREAT NAME SHE SAID I LIKE IT A LOT
                 NOW MY NAME IS BLUE AND THAT NAME IS ALL I GOT 
                 MY PAST WON’T EVER FIND ME NOW I DIDN’T LEAVE A CLUE
                  AND IF ANYONE TRIES THEY WON’T BE LOOKING FOR BLUE
                  SHE SOFTLY SAID IT’S TIME FOR ME AND MY NEW START I HAVE A LOT 
                  TO DO
                  AND IF I EVER HAVE A SON I MIGHT NAME HIM AFTER YOU                                           
                  YOU CAN DROP ME OFF HERE SHE SAID THIS LOOKS LIKE A NICE TOWN
                   I OFFERED TO STOP AND HELP HER LOOK AROUND
                  NO YOU’VE DONE ENOUGH FOR ME OH AND THANKS AGAIN
                  SHE SMILED WHEN I SAID GOODBYE AND WAVED TO MY NEW FRIEND
© Bill Kapac  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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