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I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So pathetically unfamiliar to me.
So frightening
to me....
To me
to me
to me
to me
Why does no one else seem to see
What I see?
What I see...
I've been told is my friend.
But friendliness bodes forbidden,
Foreign between the eyes of those destined to be one.
When will I learn my body is my friend?
Who honestly teaches that anyway?
I say honestly purposefully.
Lies, all lies.
You see it, don't you?
I don't even need to explain for you to know.
That's how low this show has gone.
I need help unmasking and redefining
this
festering,
fatal
phenomenon.
Ever snorted cocaine?
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.
When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie,
I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.”
What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,”
or “I prefer my coke with rum and ice?”
The white line. I don’t cross the line.
It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs
in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen
“study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta).
Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe.
Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors,
and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.
.
.
Webster: Unctuous: “an obvious, fake friendliness”
Slang: ‘boxcut’ ot ‘squarepants’ = a square, a no fun party-pooper
*I use artistic license for colors: for instance, adderall can be a blue, orange or yellow pill.
Most times strangers
react the way you present
yourself to them
At first they may a bit leery
wondering where you're coming from
but once they realize
you are absolutely harmless
and not some strange escapee
from the local funny farm
but a genuinely friendly individual
just wishing you to have a good day
more times than not
they succumb to your friendliness
Try it, success is not guaranteed
but most people want to believe
you're truly sincere
If more of us would try this
it would be more common
and less suspicious
of an ulterior motive
Memories of a seemingly
more gentle and slower life style
in the late eighteen and
early nineteen century
is a driving force in our search
for a more genteel existence
to counteract this fast paced
twenty-first century!
Written: June 16, 2023
In this life's journey, where paths intertwine,
We find solace and joy in friends so divine.
Through laughter and tears, they lift our spirits high.
Above mere companions, their love makes us fly.
As the air we breathe, friends are the breath of life.
With each beat of our hearts, they ease the strife.
In their presence, we find solace and peace.
Their love and support will never cease.
They gratify our souls with their gentle ways.
Guiding us through life's maze.
Their words of solace, are precious advice,
Nurture us navigate through the lows and highs.
In times of darkness, they bestow light.
With their friendship, everything feels right.
There's no way to understand
What happened to our fellow man
We all used to be so kind
In our hearts you'd always find
Love, compassion, kindness too
Now we don't know what to do
There is violence all around
It is a deafening sound
To hear all the angry words
Coming out, it is absurd
It is getting worse each day
And it will not go away
Until we all ban as one
Reversing hate till it is gone
Friendliness can once again
Be part of a world wide plan
To get back to days of old
When compassion was like gold
Shining through the hearts of all
We can not let this world fall
Into negativity
It is up to you and me
Keeping the peace we used to know
Before the hurt started to grow
Infecting others with disease
That each day will soon increase
To another person who
Will become a victim too
Of this horrible sad curse
There's no need to make it worse
Knowing there's a simple way
To knock out and finally slay
This hate monster with our hearts
Seeing dark clouds soon depart
Bringing sunshine, joy and light
Back to everyone in sight
It sat on the table from morning to twilight,
A cup they shared,
But now it belongs to one.
It remains on the table until the rising sun.
We don’t know who we are when we are apart.
Friendliness and love seem like a meadow of colourful and radiant petals.
Yet when we come together under one roof,
We begin to stay aloof.
A shared cup is a shared dream,
Streams flowing into a river,
But sometimes there’s an obstruction,
Creating a pathway for construction.
A glass half empty sits on his table.
He still awaits her.
He empties the cup when the day is done.
A routine he followed for a while until he was gone.
June 13, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
All That Glass Poetry Contest.
i sit in my car in front of the yellow house
i smile at the fond memories of a friend who used to live there
i wish that he would have just taken his time that day
i wish he would have driven carefully that day
i wish that he would have taken that curve slowly that day
however, he was killed instantly in a head on collision rushing to get to work on time
i will never forget the day he helped me out of a bind
i will never forget his friendliness without a drop of judgment
i will give him some much deserved applause by clapping 44 times
may his memory live on as time progresses and changes
i depart in my car from the yellow house
the new occupants are getting suspicious
i wave at the yellow house and thank the original owner by his name
appreciate the friends and the family that you have
you never know the happenings of the day or the next
A video was on the news
In front of Trader Joe’s
Where anti-maskers want to shop
And this is how it goes:
The manager and other staff
Stay calm but do not budge,
Repeating that for all beliefs
They aren’t there to judge.
However, as a private store
They get to make the rules
With wearing masks required,
Which each anti- ridicules.
The store is well within its rights
But still the group won’t leave,
Convinced the law is on their side;
The truth they can’t perceive.
At Trader Joe’s, employees
Have been noted for displays
Of friendliness and patience;
Someone give these guys a raise!
We are going to talk about Laughter In the Lord.
Someone said: “It takes more muscles to frown than take to laugh.” It also says that some kids smile over 400 smiles per day comparing to adults only about 20 smiles per day.
God is not frowning against us today because of Jesus who paid the price to bring us back to God through His death and resurrection from the cross, to the grave and from the grave. He rose again and now at the right-hand side of God Almighty. He made peace with God for us with His Holy Blood which He took personally and placed in the Holy of Holies. Now I believe God is pleased with us through Christ Jesus. Yes, there are many evil things still happening, but we who are in Christ Jesus have overcome the world. We have peace with God and He Joyfully Laughs. So let us laugh in the Lord through Christ Jesus.
The smile (or laughter) -- transmitted either consciously or subconsciously -- is viewed across cultures as a sign of friendliness, especially when greeting someone. Frowns, too, are generally recognized as indicating sadness or disapproval.
When you don’t feel like smiling, smile anyway until it becomes real and you through Christ Jesus we will get through whatever trouble we face in this life we live in.
Altruism accorded by amazing assurance
Brightening beauty with brilliant benevolence
Coloring creation in captivating contentment
Delighting dreams by discovering discernment
Energizing easily with endless enthusiasm
Flavoring feelings in fulfillment and friendliness
Glorifying God with glimpses of goodness
Heartening hopes by heaven’s healing hand
Inspiring intense intimacy by inducing indulgence
Jauntily justifying jubilance joining joyous jubilee
Keeping kindred kindled with a knack for kindness
Loving lanterns lighting lives with leadership
Moving mysterious minds to meet with miracles
Naivete nearing natural needs to nurture Narnia
Observing obscure objectives with open offerings
Pursuing perfection, purity and pleasure pacifiers
Quiet questions quack in quivers of quickening
Reflections of rushing reminders result in resilience
Sacrificing self for soothing sensations of satisfaction
Trusting truth and trying to teach a touch of talent
Uncovering understanding and an unbiased utopia
Verifying values for visionary views and vantages
Welcoming warm wishes for wisdom’s war of words
Xenocrates xenias with xeroxed xenodiagnosis
Zestful zealousness for a zillionaire’s zip in zone
Share Your Blessings Poetry Contest
By Beata Agustin
July 14, 2020