Long Lost friend Poems
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Well, here we are at the start of a brand new day
Who knows what exciting new things lie just ahead
Will I win the Lotto?
Might have had a better chance had I bought a ticket
Will a long lost friend suddenly reappear?
Not likely since he passed away a few years back
Will I regain my youthful, debonaire, good looks?
Did I ever have them?
Dreams can be so realistic at times
That when we wake, it takes us a bit of time
To clear our heads and get back to reality
Have you ever tried remembering a dream
How frustrating is that
You know it was filled with joy, laughter, and good times
But can't remember it no matter how hard we try
Strange but so very annoying
Sure would be great to continue on where we left off
The mind... a real enigma!
I owe it all to you for making my childhood dreams come true, when I didn’t know what to do, you met together in secret and you collect benefit for profit, you rally around me to make sure that I obtain my degrees, I didn’t know what to do until I fell off the cliff, you picked me up and handle me with delicacy and care, my strength came back and my energy was at the top. I honestly didn’t know about you until I lost my only pair of shoes, I couldn’t move around but heaven on the throne lift me up from the ground. I work from morning till night to live a decent life, no one asked me how you are and no one asked me how do you do, but I could hear the silent voice speaking in you; I observe it in the wind and I could hear it when my spirit is still. Your presence is always here, and I know that a heaven cares. I walk the street alone in my thread bare shoes and old gown and sometimes my heart weeps when no one is around, when the universe acts as if it doesn't care, I know that you are always there. No one calls me, no one come to see, and no one asked me if I am happy or I am hungry. I have waited for half a century to have a dialogue with the deity, for the things we learn from our youth are the road maps that teach us the truth and how to choose and now I am out there, and I have nothing to fear. The friends you meet by the way have no mandate and they are not here to stay. They are kind and precious and they are the people you can trust. I spend most of my life in Asia, mingling with various cultures, we had some wonderful time and life was divine, but we had the conditions that we needed to survive. Life was hard and just about everyone was traveling and living abroad, we had many silent prayers and several good hours. There was no discrimination in the streets and there was no one to disrupt my heart; there were lots of love in the street. The friends you meet by the way have all gone away; they have served their propose well, to prevent you from going to hell. Good friends are hard to find but heaven will dispatch one in time. I have an appointment at three so meet me by the sea; my long-lost friend is coming to see me.
The friends meet by the way will be there for you all the way.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
Ulysses by Lord Tennyson
Tin Man : [squeaking] Dorothy : He said "oil can." Scarecrow : Oil can what? ... [Dorothy squirts oil onto the Tin Man and his arm loosens and falls] Dorothy : Did that hurt? ... Tin Man : Well, about a year ago, I was chopping that tree, when suddenly it began to rain. And right in the middle of a chop, I rusted solid.
Wizard of Oz (movie quote)
EDEN’S CREST
I travel only in my mind
now. Packing up my cruise ship
experience. I wait; I reiterate,
I wait, with unhinged joint -
rusty, waiting for the oil can
of the tin man. A long journey’s
night going in circles, on
the yellow brick road. Those bricks,
brittle and broken, rotting
apple cores protruding from the ground;
even the mad tree is bored. The sea,
does she wait for me - a long lost friend?
Does she perfume the long-long night
with extra salt and coconut oil?
Does her child kick at the waves,
bored and wishful for his friends?
And my garden, in which honey bees
fall out of the sky, with no soul
to buzz and bother. The birds flap listlessly
in horror, never before missing
human beings until their existence
was in question. We need each other,
on the balance beam, to wrestle,
to teem; the muscle of golden koi
exploding from a child’s eyes -
the pond in Eden’s crest. Oh God,
may I not freeze in time! Set this world
in motion; devotion of hands, knees
and fine chefs singing O Sole Mio
whilst the island-ship waves its flags,*
pure white excitement perhaps
with a dunk of gravy and biscuit crumbs,
dotting eyes as the voyage comes
to an end; the pandemic lasts.
8/4/2021
*napkins
Don’t know when it all went bad and sometimes I just cry
Feeling lost and lonely since the day she said goodbye
Choices made were all so wrong the bottle not the bride
So I lost the woman long before I ever lost my pride
But today I got that letter and I felt like a brand new man
She said I still love you, if you got it beat you can meet me in Cheyenne
It’s been so long, singing the same old song, and the battle seems to never end
Clinging to that whiskey bottle like it was a long lost friend
I lie once more she doesn’t know the score and I tell her That I’m fine
But my hand still shakes and my body aches So I still can’t walk that line
Where do you go when you feel so low that sometimes you want to die
The rain pours down on this side of town, never stops and I don’t know why
Through blood shot eyes and nightly highs, I’m doing the best I can
Someday I pray, I’ll get away and meet my woman in Cheyenne
The shelter down on the end of town is the only home I know
I’m standing out on the highway and don’t know which way to go
Feeling numb I put out my thumb heading for that Wyoming line
Searching for all I had before I chose the whiskey and the wine
In Cheyenne I believe she’s waiting there and all my dreams come true
But the choices I made and the games I played are things I can’t undo
So there’s a bottle in the paper bag that I’m holding in my hand
Leaning against a wall trying not to fall in an alley in Cheyenne
(4/11/13)
I am walking in the rain as so many people do
Letting the rain refresh me as I thought of you
The rain erasing all doubts from my mind
Knowing you’re one of a kind.
Your love like a pearl in an oyster shell
Is worth more than man can tell.
GIRL! Your love became like an eternal fire
Filling all my hearts desires.
I am giving in – can’t take it any more
My life has changed since you walked out that door.
I’ve had lonely days and sleepless nights
No more “WILL” left to fight.
Why did I hurt you the way I did
When you had so much love to give.
There is a torrential “rain in my heart”
And I’m praying for a brand new start.
Will you forgive me and take me in
Like you would a long lost friend.
Love Came Home
One day love left never said a word just walked out the door no reason why it had to go, no sense as to why I had to be broke in soul and left crumpled on the floor.
Took all I had, my dreams and hopes, left behind despair and empty cheer, years of bliss untold happiness tossed away like dust a fine forgotten mist.
Then out the blue with no word or warning love came back walked in the door, no sorry or sorrow for where it had been just came back in like a long lost friend.
Brought back all the spring and summer days, the birds singing in green leafed covered tree’s, fields of blossom honey suckle smell waft on by as love came back home.
Promised never to leave again though said some day’s it may seem far away, said I’d never be alone as this was now its home, Spent the time laughing at jokes that were not that funny.
Night has fallen and on a feather down pillow ensconced on sheets of fine cotton, under a blanket of lavender infused silk love ran gentle fingers over worried brow with warmest breath whispered words to send to sleep.
You’ll always have an ear to hear your tale at end of day, share your worries and give words to lift spirit when shaken low, listen and keep your secrets be more lover and friend. Be not afraid to shed single tear, that will not stop you being a man or me love you less.
By
Patrick D
Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times
That go unsung on emotional climes,
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's
Countless merrymakings and strifes.
And so why do we say crisp verse
Comes rarer than the bluest rose?
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe
Full of as much rhyme as its source?
But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines,
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.
A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend;
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned.
Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.
I close my eyes on this Warm Summer Day
And slowly my mind is lead far away
Back to another time so long ago
And to melodies I remember so
The music of Surfin Safari to Surfin USA
There was no mistakin Brian’s talent had introduced a new
Music craze
Why there wasn’t anybody who didn’t take part in the songs, the cars, the Surfin, and the Girls
Especially the girl’s
Like the man said he wished they all could be California Girls
Why it was all summer long that they enjoyed all the fun fun fun
But don’t worry baby they always wandered back in their room until it was Time to catch a wave and once again they were sitting on top of the world
And now the time has come for brother Brian to join Dennis and Carl
All three united again
In the far distance one can hear music calling out like
A long lost friend
As those good vibrations gently fall from heaven on to the sea
Smiling down the three brothers see
In the far distance the Sloop John B
In Memory of Brian Douglas Wilson of the Beach Boys
There's an old red beach ball stuck in the rafters of the haunted hotel pool. It's been there for the 7 long years, I've been coming here since I was a child with my parents. They say, the old red beach ball contains air from the lungs of an unknown person. How could that be? Maybe an essence that rests here that they left while swimming. Drowning was likely never considered a factor. I wonder about all the places I've left pieces of me laying around. Caught sight of me but yet unknown. Could I have been known but not seen? In a dream I recalled gently where my presence never left a place. I never returned back to the dream to learn how it ended. So sad. Sometimes I encounter life with a long lost friend who has a memory of me or an item I made. A memory or item of a happier time in my life. That brings me much joy and can even put a smile on my heart. Saying kind words or dancing a fun dance lifts my spirit. I embodied that they somehow kept me alive in their spirit. There are some people I'd like to ask, why me? Who was I? This child in that moment of my young life. When we pass through time, I hope those tiny fragments are more than the air I breathed on an unremembered day. They are the reasons people smile and hold an item in their hands to conjure back, like I do on many an occasion. Small links of the unforgotten to some, maybe treasures to others. That piece of little me together as someone who really existed in this big wide world.
Little things and tiny moments make me smile,
Adding an extra sheen to my profile.
As I watch nature and look all around,
Umpteen reasons are for me to the peaks of joy mound.
As I hear a bird on a bough sing a merry song,
Enchanting me all the morning long,
Butterflies of joy escape winging from me,
And I too turn a butterfly, my mind flying in glee.
A clear sky with fluffy clouds lights up in me a smile
Fuelling me with the energy to start the day in style.
Sipping a cup of steaming tea early in the morn,
Makes me warm as basking in the mild beams of the rising sun.
I smile as I see flowers in my garden nodding in breeze,
And feel the gentle wind on me as it comes to tease,
It's joy watching summer on tip-toe, nudging its way,
And children in open spaces busy with their play.
Pleasure it's meeting by sheer chance a long- lost friend,
On an arduous journey that seems to have no end,
And knowing that my family is eager to see me win,
Sticking to me unfailingly through thick and thin.
I smile when I receive a warm hug from my partner,
At an unexpected moment with his eyes glowing in desire.
And when I hear the incoherent prattle of my grandchild,
As she displays her toys with a face gleaming in pride.
Smilingly I listen to my favourite song played on repeat
Sure, its sweet melody makes my heart go upbeat,
Summer rains and sprawling fields of wild flower,
Are sweet enough to leave me bathed in smiles’ shower.
The assurance that God is on my side in every strife
Makes me smile, even when I combat the adversities of life.
Of all, lending a helping hand to the ones who ail
And seeing their faces light up gives me a reason to smile.