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A friend that fishes for his selfish good,
He who flatters and placates but to please,
His sweet words venom under a veiled hood,
He, whose hiss disguises as pleasant breeze.
One not found when his friend’s lost in a wood,
Who deserts ship in need of renewed lease.
There too are friends like a pair of spare hands—
Friends that back up in times of utter strain,
In tricky turns of fate stick together,
And stretch a helping hand, pleasure or pain,
Whose counsel’s harsh but works like smooth feather,
Whose words pain, pierce like knife, prove sane.
Friends come in all shades of a rainbow band,
Yet, he that sticks closer than blood is friend.
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Sonnets | 05.03.2004| friend
Poet’s note: An atypical sonnet with two sestets posing a premise and a counterpoint, ending with a couplet.
That calendar on the kitchen wall marks
another crisp January's windy morning,
it has brought in slowly-moving clouds,
what has passed is part of evident oblivion...
unless one remembers what did unfold:
tragic days for most, nothing good to toast;
more hungry mouths that beg for food,
a terror-stricken street with deadly screams:
New Orleans was the target of an assassin!
Stay away from public places, celebrate at home
where the atmospheres is calm and kids smile;
the copycat punk who shoots has no reason to live,
and he's only fifteen: aren't his parents guilty
of the same crime, even without pulling the trigger?
Turn off the screen, avoid unnecessary stress!
The calendar on that kitchen wall marks everyone's fate,
a casualty is expected: today we're alive but tomorrow
we'll be dead; could we escape what is destined for us?
If life has less thrills, blame who has a grudge
and placates his anger with murder to avenge
an injustice or a repulsing conviction not shared
by all; guard yourself with a shield and bullets
won't penetrate your targeted body, find new ways
of survival: does it mean you must be isolated?
The calendar on that kitchen wall has begun
its race through the coming months ahead leaving
us breathless: can we catch up to its relentless speed?
We must make immediate changes and adjust accordingly:
will we watch the exploding fireworks in the main square?
Will a car crash into the crowd and cause spills of blood?
Copyright( C ) 2025 by Andrew Crisci
Though she holds his hands, he feels all alone
As moonlit desires sense his dissonant vibes
Emanating from pulses beating in discord
Plundering away ambiance to vacant thoughts
When a cogent conversation becomes a task.
Silence he placates discarding her prompts
Preferring the dark over company of stars
As a lone-bird sits forlorn on a leafless branch
Awaiting for daybreak to build a new nest.
Steadfastly she holds on to her view of galaxy
Undeterred by forces of invisible black holes
Comforting his woes till he rejects her call,
Deciding resolutely to abandon her place
When the lone-bird flees before daybreak.
November 5, 2018
Placed first in contest #520 by Brian Strand
A Lady Waits
The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”
- E. V. Wyler -
1.
Within Elysium Fields, the souls of the dead find their peace but there are those souls who do not think they deserve such peace. Those already within Elysium sometimes try to bring these sad souls into the fold by extolling the beauty of Elysium.
Oh, beloved grace, open sapphire eyes,
standing now on emerald green expanse.
You are glory, within a paradise
where sun brightly shines, beauty you enhance.
Shadows mar my view of Elysium
Regrets I carry from a life wasted
There are no oaks or pretty psidium
Nectar of Norse Gods I’ve never tasted
Emerald green carpet reaches the sea,
where azure waters to horizon reach.
Up high on a hill your villa shall be,
where love and joy no darkness ever breach.
In a hovel I dwell, ruing mistakes
Elysium’s bright lights behind closed gates
No joy in my soul, just torment and aches
For a life filled with sin, nothing placates
Swim through the beauty which awaits your eyes,
into life's new dawn Elysium sings.
Those who enter with love find paradise,
find the peace that Elysium love brings.
Coveting rewards for those who lived well
Is the destiny of my own making
There is no escape from torments that befell
To think joy had been mine for the taking
07/01/2019
(Collaborative Poetry Series.)
Thank you Carolyn for letting me share ink with you on this wonderful write. It has been an honour and a pleasure to work on this collaboration with you. You have made the experience so enjoyable and easy. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs....Mike. XX
Sense spacious silence speak
Prize primal pattern peak
Void vets vibrant vile voice
Cream clumsy changing choice
Toilsome thoughts tunnel time
Meet moist motionless mime
Feel fond fancy flavour
Opt old odd off-odours
Form fleeting formal face
Glimpse gaudy grinding grace
Face funny faulty fix
Meet most memory mix
Mull mushy momentum
Treat taut touchy tantrum
Unhinge used unseen urge
Ply preachy poignant purge
Edgy echoes ease etch
Sanguine sadness soul sketch
Impact indulgent ire
Messy moments meet mire
Languish lavish laughter
Adjourn ample after
Listening lastly lurks
Jumpy jest justly jerks
Sober sleepless soul spice
Promptly puzzles pure price
Numbing nonsense now nibs
Tasty touching time trip
Nimble nasty notions
Pace placates proportion
Time travel through twilight
Indulge instant insight
Lift lasting lustre loud
Petty plots pretty proud
Ply puzzling poison pill
Size spacious silence spill
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2018
Singapore
Time of life,
Time of strife,
Time of purpose,
Time we suppose.
Nobody can tell what's behind the veil,
We don’t want to see what’s pale,
Nobody can see what's behind the door,
We’re a far cry from the core.
Someone desires to wear our shoes,
They don't want any encomium to lose,
They desire flowery days,
Can they an edging turmoil face?
We can't escape life's midnight,
Even though our chamber is pervaded with light,
Every shooting star loses its radiance,
Nature’s music ends and halts our dance.
Time is not in our hands,
Time is beyond the sands,
Time brings and it takes,
Time placates, it also quakes.
October 15, 2022.
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Feel fond feelings
Words weave willing
Bless bright billing
Love looks lovely
Glimpse gains groovy
Claim charms curvy
Profound play primes
Touch treasures time
Rapture reaps rhymes
Trust truth timely
Deed drills deeply
Feel fine fancy
Drool dreamy day
Peace placates play
Speak solemn say
Heal hurting heart
Spread succinct start
Craft charming cart
Begin bold brief
Groans grabbing grief
Bless bright belief
Word wealthy wit
Hurl healthy hits
Frame flashy fit
Wear wild wonder
Touch truth tender
Please prompt plunder
Meet mingles more
Sweet stirrings store
Pride pleasures pour
Move mighty minds
Keep kitchen kind
Such savvy signs
Bear blessings bright
See sacred sights
Live limpid light
Dream dreamy days
Spread simple say
Choice creams cliche
Play precious poise
Create calm choice
Vibrant verse voice
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015
Singapore
the horizon is motionless in its red and purple hues
snow-topped mountains are shushing us with silent lips
the immobility of this presence does not hesitate to bring stillness
I look into the water’s depths; all the wildlife must be sleeping
there is not one tiny splash; this well-worn dock placates me
this is a place for eagles, but no bird is flying; the air is soundless
a meditative place, a Zen place where I could sit and emote
so I do, crossing my legs on the edge of the dock, stilling my soul
a tiny breeze barely whispers her secrets onto my face; I smile
feeling all-powerful in this sacred place, loaned to me by the Master
thoughts I could have never conjured anywhere else come to me
I begin to solve my tiny problems as the world embraces me with silence.