Long Friendship Poems
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Ecological Colonization -
"the action by a plant or animal of establishing itself in an area."
Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.
The willful whirly birds with tensity
find life each fall equally distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.
The hybrid elms propose a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a roommate's rude failure to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving.
The plan was to establish parity
between the two trees, the maple and pine,
by having each tree speak apology
putting request for pardon on the line.
Sadly the prose from the trees went south bound
when a pedantic oak cast its acorns
like aspersions upon their common ground
and the gum shed its sap on the hawthorns.
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last.
I got rid of all hopes
the same day we kept
the distance and every,
and every you walked by
I stood there looking without
even smiling; there was
no way of telling what
was bothered me!
What a fool I have been,
I did nothing to stop you;
how much joy I would have seen
instead of sad smiles...
had I kept all the promises
I solemnly made to you!
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last!
Although we had a serious affair,
we didn't get lucky enough
to keep it up forever...
shouldn't we laugh?
So doubtful and insecure of a promised love
you look so angry and staring at me
you shout, " You're indifferent and don't have
a bit of courage to say, " I'm sorry. "
Distant friends of a happy past,
our happiness was not to last.
How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our eyes like they wholly know us.
As humans, we talk and talk our searching words
though others grasp only their perceptions heard
and live unaware that their walls thus occurred.
Hearts all desire an embraced soul revealing
of where’s and why’s behind the how’s they’re feeling.
Such tries manifest puffed effects, sky floating
on breezes society contaminates with
numbing subliminal fears to which we succumb.
All emphasized in society’s vise pounds
false perceptions that comfort some lives,
allowing them to safely hide in boxed alibis
where their dreamy feelings lay to perhaps die.
Deep is our need to be known and understood
as a person of unique meaning and worth.
Seems to me, hearts may be seeking in blurred rote
for meanings rarely clear after emotions smoke.
I am, I was, I can be…Yes! I am your friend
We walked to school together we were co-creators of neighborhood clubs
We drew and wrote are own comic characters we were brothers
In the beginnings of our time even in the rains of the lands
I am, I was, I will always be Yes I am your very good friend
Even in the mist of our pains, I shall always be a witness
We were of difference races during the racial conflicts and yet we didn't get it
What's with all the hate
Next door neighbors
You are one of the greatest being
I am, I shall always try to be
As free to be a friend to you
As you are a friend to me a friend is a friend no matter
How heated the world around you gets
In the daily rewards, and sorrows
I will always pray for you, always
As you are a friend to me
I am, you are one with whom
You are one who has a bond of mutual affection
10/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for Project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
Poetry: Assignment Friend with Someone:about the Relationship
A soul that's hungry and never well-fed,
is always searching for something much greater,
a great love whose meaning is ne'er misread,
or destiny whose time arrives much later.
In God and thee I find a hopeful fate,
a future that restores a quiet grace,
and moments in time's endless, flowing state;
where I embrace your beauty's radiant face.
But if the heavens and the stars above,
and all the world were drowned in seas of gloom,
my lines still live forever in thee, my love,
beyond end of days, beyond even doom!
If love transcends all seasons and all times,
then your spring lives on in all of my rhymes.
It is my goal to write in a soft voice of love and friendship and peace…
of acceptance and family
of honesty kindness and courage…of compassion and empathy…
This is my intention…when my fingers rest upon my computer keys…
but some days I find this difficult to do
when distracted by all the evil in the world I see.
I find my mind is filled with sadness, hopelessness and doubt…
which is the opposite of all the things I want to write about.
So every now and then my writings on love and kindness
and compassion I suspend…
to share my thoughts and protests on these evils
hoping in some small way it will help…to make these evils end.
Adding one more voice…one more protest
one more comment…one more critique…
to the other voices already out there…
who are already courageous enough to speak…
Knowing now is not the time to remain silent…
if this battle is to be won…
now is not the time for our united voice…
to be reduced even by one.
When the voices of evil are strongest (and I believe they are!)
the voices for good must be stronger yet…
because in order to defeat these evils
we need all the voices we can get.
So I will do my best to continue write in a soft voice for love…
for compassion, for friendship and family…
While at the same time raising my voice loudly in protest…
to cruelty, oppression, abuse and tyranny.
I’ll keep looking for love, acceptance, generosity friendship and family
In the world…which, happily, is still widespread
While unafraid to face the evils of prejudice and hatred
every time they rear their ugly head
THE BARBERSHOP QUARTET
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
A Capella joviality, with torquing wrists, snapping fingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Dapper in their pinstripe suits, hats — Delmonico brand.
Sweet Adeline, drawn out. My Adeline — peaks, lingers.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
Choreography matchless with their sugar-cane wands.
One by one they tap and score with lighthearted zingers.
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Bass, lead, baritone and tenor glitz altogether stand,
Impressing the country stage — these polished singers.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand.
Differences overlooked, blend of ringing chords command.
Friendship in angelic voice, grooming of youthful wingers.*
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
Brothers in harmony, gathering precious social sand.
Through time, the dusty chair spins and memories linger.
The barbershop quartet, mustache brushes in hand —
Bristles foaming, silky white and smooth, voices grand.
4/25/2018
*wingers - I am using to describe the new set of kids who
practice “wing it”
Sweet Adeline written by Richard Gerard
Your friends are always there.
Bright in the morning light, then,
At night, fade to blue.
Friends are not just there sometimes!
But, even in a storm, they wrap
You in love blankets of warmth.
An army of them, you do not need.
Those few,stargazing ones, so dear,
Move you at warp speed.
Tis truly, a magical connection!
Blessings from our loyal poet friends,
We joyfully march in their hearts'direction!
1/26/2021
~2~
Before the sun goes down
Behind the mountains of the temporal
And onto the valley of the eternal,
My soul feels like singing
The joys and sorrows of life
From the dawn of my birth
Till the upcoming sunset of my
Existence...and beyond!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 May 2023
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* On the tenth of July 2022, I posted the above poem and announced
that it would be in the introduction of my new book, " Before the Sun Goes Down. "
Now that the book is out and available on Amazon, I want to thank all
my PoetrySoup friends who, for almost eleven years, have honored me with their friendship and encouraged me with their comments. I wish you to know that I am grateful to you all. I also would like to thank PoetrySoup for allowing me to present my poetry. None of my four books would have been published without your support. God bless you.
PS: As I approach the eighth decade of my life, I would rarely post. It was an honor to be with you all these years. Thank you! BLESSINGS!
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Hey old friend
I miss you so much
I have been drinking so much for sober thoughts
I have been reading to stop thinking
I now know too much but I don't know the truth
Hey old friend
Do you still remember me
I am just getting back to my senses
Life has distracted me from you
I have worked so hard to do nothing
Hey old friend
If you have a minute, ring me
Say you forgive me
For just going missing
I really thought it would save me
I believed that I had to lose faith
Hey old friend
if we do not meet
I died remembering your name
I think that's cool in this age
Where all we do is look at mirrors and hate ourselves
Hey Old friend
I miss you
Hey old friend
I love you
Hey old friend
Lets be younger again
I am you