Long Friendships Poems
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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.
Watching friends come together after 50 years I remember thinking…how cool! How they all met as strangers in their neighborhoods or school.
And I thought about how they all first met…was it awkward…tentative…or sweet? (Which, when you stop to think about it, is the way most strangers meet).
I imagine, from this uncertain beginning, a relationship extends when strangers find they have a lot in common…when strangers become friends.
A friendship strengthened by their laughter…by sharing hopes and dreams…by holding on to one another as they ride through life’s extremes.
But life is unpredictable…how often does it surprise…astound…amaze…and after high school many of these friends departed…they went their separate ways.
I imagine they parted amid some sadness…yet happy with what they achieved…for they were able to give the gift of friendship…and the gift of friendship they received.
Then years slip by (perhaps 50) until they meet again…this meeting more familiar…more tenderhearted…it’s as if no time was lost between them…as if they never parted.
And I felt privileged to be observing one of life’s wonders…shared only among old friends…how friendship has no time limit…how its memory never ends.
How true friendships are never over…how true friends never say goodbye…how, even after 50 years, true friendships never die.
Yes…it’s a secret old friends understand that new friends will, one day, learn:
how friendship dwells within the heart…
waiting patiently to return.
Why does everyone I love leave?
No matter how hard I try to hold on,
They always manage to go…
Is this what is meant for me?
Eternal Solitude?
I should be grateful for the time their friendship has stayed with me
But who should you share that gratitude with if everyone leaves you?
So here I am,
Left alone with my thoughts which made me wonder about my sense of belonging in this world.
Am I meant to fit in this world?
In some places I'm normal and in some places, I’m not normal enough.
In some places, I can’t truly be myself because it’s such an issue for them.
Some places I can’t speak for if I do I would regret it and then go back to self-loathing.
So where do I belong?
I’m friends with people at school but sometimes I feel guilty because I miss making memories with those from the past.
I belong nowhere
And am I okay with that?
It’s a hard truth I can’t seem to swallow no matter how hard I try,
No matter how many times life tries to teach me that I’m meant for solitude I won’t seem to listen.
I’m too stubborn for that
Somewhere deep down I think that everyone wants that friendship,
Wants that sense of camaraderie,
That feeling of belonging in this world.
Wispy clouds pass like dreams
over cornfields near the shoulder
of a highway where I stand.
I have many homes, but here
in Sigourney I’m staying for the week
to control traffic in the countryside.
The farms that lie along the road
each have a story to tell,
and each day I talk to the clerk
at the hotel and show her a poem.
The clerk says she’s getting
another job at a nursing home,
and we’re drawn together
when we say we’ve both known
people who had dementia and died.
I tell her on a clear day
I can look to the south
and see the place
where the spread of fields
touches the sky.
This day, the skies grow heavy
when draped by dark clouds
and a linesman says
a storm is on the way
and I think of how fast
life can change in a matter
of hours,
but we continue to work
under a patter of rain
and later hear a tornado
formed south of us
and tore through
the north part of Missouri,
we’re saved.
After work I savor
conversations with the clerk
and the waitress in a diner
who says she’s married
and living on a farm,
the friendships I needed
while working on the road.
Do days become shorter?
The older we get
The hours fly by
Like a high-flying jet
we move slower
As slow as a snail
Our energy's lower
so why is it how
The days go past
So fast
Perhaps it's because
We are deep in thought,
And forget to do
The things we ought
As our minds
Leave responsibilities behind
As we dream of a world
Of a different kind
Time stands still
Or so it seems
While we mull over
Hopes and dreams
Of our future
And our past
Time is our enemy
Our clock is ticking, fast
Another day has gone,
We look around
What have we done
We have visited many places,
See old relatives smiling faces
Sung and danced in fields of corn
Experienced the joys of our newborn
Love and loss, laughter and tears
Giving support to each other through the years
Strained relationships and grief
Lasting friendships others brief
Passion and compassion seen
Like stories on a movie screen
We have to take the good and the bad
And feel happy and sometimes sad
Doesn't every day go fast,
When we view it through a looking glass.
Grave Yards
A walk into the grave yard of my memories hoard.
Life’s journeys, experiences, recollections are stored.
Tombstones lay in wait, years have eroded the engravings,
Nothing left of excursions but dust upon thoughts one is saving.
Difficult to recall, especially in old age, all that has been written
upon the pages of my history books, stories of having been smitten
during life and so long ago, memories to let go of, memories to behold,
of many relationship, platonic, meaningful, friendships forever to hold,
laying within files, in the deep, dark depths of my memories reserve.
I have to wonder, as time slips by, just how many I will preserve
during what years are left to this old soul, that will come to consciousness
and how many will live on, enlighten, brighten, or become forgetfulness.
B. J. “A ” 2
May 6th, 2022
Dedicated to a Lover, from so far away and four plus decades ago.
A Friend, for forty eight years who is shrouded by the devastation of dementia .
Today, Christmas Day, I offer a Christmas prayer…with hope it finds its way
to every person in the world…even those who don’t celebrate Christmas Day.
It’s a prayer for the children but written to the adults…
at least that’s how its verses were compiled…
knowing if it reaches the adults…it will find it’s way into the child.
This prayer goes out to every God you pray to… the Great Spirit, Allah, HaShem, Brahman, the Creator, Jehovah…you get the gist…
and any other entity you pray too…any God I might have missed.
As you pray to your Gods…pray they help us find…
dignity, respect and acceptance….pray they help us all be gentle, loving and kind.
Pray they help us create a world where no one is hungry or enslaved…
where everyone is compassionate and honorable
where we all find within ourselves the strength and courage to be brave.
Pray they help us find family and friendships where our mutual love runs deep…
in a free and peaceful world where everyone has a warm, safe place to sleep
Pray they help us build a world that is wise and humble…and just…
filled with people who we do not fear…filled with strangers we can trust.
Pray they help us find a world where wonders exist around every turn…
where we welcome wisdom and truth…where we’re not afraid to learn.
And finally pray they help us construct a world that has long been overdue…
where the wishes hopes and dreams of our children have the opportunity to come true.
A world where every person comes together to play and laugh and sing…
and do their best to make a better world…for everyone…and everything.
Where Merry Christmas isn’t just something in December every year we say
but is a feeling…a way of life…we practice each and every day.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
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
I just know I would see that smile again
I just know I would hear that childish laughter again
Why, life on Earth is not the end of the road
Rather, it is a mere transiting station
One with an aim already foretold
Indeed, here one is meant to acquire more spiritual knowledge
So as to be prepared to take up duties in the world of the privileged
There, in the world known as the one other
There, in the world said to be the one purer
Here, one is already fated to leave
Of such, we should not grieve
Rather, we should only care to live our lives
And cater to our duties and to our moralities
Such is what I had read once,
In those books made of wise soothing words
Those books from which I learnt so much
Those books into which I do only yearn to drown myself in
So, when I got news that my peer has left without saying goodbye
Even if swallowed my gulp, checked my fast beating heart
And held back my tears
I also looked at the skies and smiled
For I just know that I shall see that smile again
For now, life shall be a pain
Yes, life shall even turn out to be a disdain
But no goodbye is to be seen to be a final one
Somehow, I shall hear that laughter again
I shall get to bear with that taunt again
I shall have, by then, already unraveled the puzzles of life
And I shall understand and accept the timing of that goodbye
For in that world other,
I would see life from a different view
Pitying my once blinded self
Pitying the many who remained still blinded, with no awakening
Life, a mere wondrous piece of soulful torture
Is to be lived as it is
With arms opened wide, ready to welcome anything that it gives to us
From new friendships, to painful goodbyes!
In the room where light dances through the curtains like a timid dream,
I wonder if friendships are not just dusty treasures on the shelves of forgetfulness,
once shining like stars on a never-ending night,
now just silent props in a theater abandoned by time.
Beloved faces melt into the shadows of memories,
old photographs in an album we no longer open,
where their laughter is distant echoes,
like the whispers of the wind through the leaves of late autumn.
The forgotten trophy, covered with the dust of years,
is rediscovered when spring urges us to clean the corners of memory,
I wipe away the forgetfulness and guilt envelops me like a calm sea,
for letting it be lost in the mists of time.
Nostalgia floods me like an unyielding wave,
hitting the rocks of the heart with bittersweet memories,
I lose myself in the days when everything seemed eternal,
when every moment was a sun at dusk.
But after the waves retreat, leaving the foam of dreams on the shore,
I return to the reality that embraces me with silence,
I place the trophy back on its lonely shelf,
and I wonder if I will ever open the drawer of the heart again,
where sleeping stories await the light of courage.