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~True Friendship~
(Couplets)
True friends are really a treasure so rare
There are not many like that who really cares.
If you happen to have one exactly like that
Be happy you got lucky,so toss high your hat.
Real friends wish to share everything with you,laughter and tears
And like finest wine they just get better all throughout the years.
They will be loyal,honest and true no matter what you may go through
A true friend will not hurt you on purpose and she always care for you.
There are not many good friends around like this they're hard to find
Better just have one true than maybe dozens that are untrue and fake in kind.
So if you already have a true friend consider yourself very lucky everyday
And treat well that friend with all the love and respect that(she or he)deserves all way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
February.08.2015
Death shall bring loves
Life shall also too
I felt compelled to sniff the likes
Around the air, so cool
Eagerly I looked for the tenderness of you
Deep into that darkness kissing
What could there be more purely missing?
To warn me about the liking true
only this and a true friendship spiking
while I pondered, pushier and striking
LOVE
I have dreamed of the fancies
the laud blamelessness appreciating
Waiting, with my waiting
all my soul within me accumulating
Back into my memories desiring
all my soul within me stating
deep into that darkness worshiping
and its eyes have all the entreating
LOVE
Back into my memories straggling
And the loved one never bracing
The storms came misplacing
I felt compelled to sniff the feelings
Deep into that darkness daring
And the rubbing was declaring
The warier welcome whispering
Through which came chatting, chatting, chatting
I remember I was obtaining…
LOVE
7/2/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
" Are we really friends ?"
My best friend asked me the other day.
"The best there are!" I emphatically replied.
" If we are what you say " he went on,
" How come, you and I, refer to our
individual existence as 'I' and 'you' or as
'myself' and 'yourself' and to our possessions as
'mine' and 'yours' as though we are
something distinct from one another?" then
In a very serious voice he added:
" I really wonder about the magnitude of our friendship
which tells us that we are one soul inhabiting
two bodies."*
Hearing all this I was puzzled so, after some awkward
Moments of silence, I dared to ask:
"How would you address me then? "
" As me in your body " was his immediate reply!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 February 2020
* This refers to Aristotle, a Greek philosopher 384-322 BC
Throw a great feast and the world fills your halls,
Cry for help when disaster strikes and few will come;
For every man has enough pains and sorrows of his own
And none really cares about yours except your mum.
True friends are rarer than the choicest gold,
And enemies have perfected their pretense and guise;
They want to be closer to know your life well,
In order to plot your downfall and trim your rise.
So it’s up to you naive chap to learn how to live
In a world full of faked intimacies and crocodile tears,
And though you will never fully tell chums from your foes
You will have to distinguish honest from bogus cheers.
Pray that God protects you from enemies you can’t know
And be to all that need your help merciful and kind;
Ask for wisdom to know true friends from the faking hordes,
And be a friend yourself and a true friend you’ll find.
“Friends are like melons; shall I tell you why? To find a good one, you must one hundred try.” – Claude Mermet
Friends can be found at any age and in any mind.
Some leave a deep mark, others act out behind.
They're worn like clothes for maximum comfort.
Make changes every time for maximum effort.
Similar to cutting and polishing a stone pattern.
An edge can be polished into gems for a lantern.
Putting you in touch with potential long-term friends
Dazzling like precious jewels, life on them depends.
When shared ties are expected, intimacy is real.
I've seen many care deaths, yet friends conceal.
Mates are plentiful, but cash is tight as looks fade.
Just polite farewells—true friendship is shade.
Written: February 06, 2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Tribute to my Poet Angel
5/24/2025
I never espected to be blessed by a Poet Angel here.
But this is composed for him, who calms my tears and fears.
No, we two, do not get caught in that net to read each other daily!
But he’s always at my side, for immense requests, to soothe my soul, gayly!
When he comments, it is never in a hurry, like an icy, two word, stamp!
I do forget all he has done and no, boring robotic, comments are not his way.
The absence of arrogance, true friendship blooms for us~in this month of May.
Great people, like him, that make life so full, may he be blessed in everyway!
5/24/2025
True friends are like stars
Some are near and some are far
They will always be there
to calm you in your time of fear
True friends are like the sun
Wishing brightness for everyone
Always wanting the best for you
happiness, health, prosperity too
True friends are like the rain
Time to time the truth to say
Truthfully telling how they feel
You may detest it, this friend is real
True friends are like the moon
A shining light to remove your gloom
Always lending a helping hand
Even when you thought there was no one
True friendship lives on forever,
Through rough or pleasant weather
Have you tried being a true friend too,
this friendship may just return to you
Why can't my heart just accept
I've always been a reject
Friends I never truly had
Making me blue and so sad
Laughed at every single day
My life was in total dismay
Why can't others look and see
More than the outside of me
Inside my emotions are
Brighter than the biggest star
Full of love, kindness and care
I try to spread cheer everywhere
But that doesn't count at all
When i'm pushed against the wall
With all of the large peer pressure
That turns my life nothing lesser
Than I planned on it to be
Is it wrong to be friendly
Not wanting to drink and smoke
It feels like I'm being poked
With a finger of the devil
Tipping the balance of level
I don't want to slide off from
By acting stupid and dumb
Doing things I really hate
Will not make me feel great
So I live life on my own
Being the girl I've always known
Waiting patiently to find
Someone else so pure and kind
That accepts the way I live
A true friendship I will give
Look at me carefully, staring at me in the eye:
am I intimidating you? Where's your trust in me?
Another friend more royal than me does not exist!
I fought for a free and free existence,
not to be admired and accept laurels
which are reserved for the strongest
and most worthy than I! Ah, I confess that
I do not seek the glory of the gods,
it won't make me happy: only true friendship;
look closer at me: hear how I breathe...
inhaling the scent of the lulling breeze
that caresses me and demands no censorship!
I am the man who is not afraid of anyone
and having walked miles from youth until today:
I've learned that life must be lived to be understood
and appreciated with a valiant attitude...
giving an example to those who lack courage
and are afraid to show it and be alienated...
as the most ruthless force beats constantly
in a resurgent soul that only a warrior has
in those most decisive and exasperating moments!
Do not roll out carpets when I return from a victory,
my humility will not accept it, but I would be stricken by the joy
of your honorable act: it will remain in my vivid memory...
while you will wonder why I am so humble and defend my virtue:
all that I am and will be was instilled in me to pursue
the valor and grit of a heroine and an angel who fell from Heaven;
she guided me with her wise heart bringing me close to God,
and warning me that my path would have been long and hard:
if I had the same persistent faith that she had,
and so I've become the man who is not afraid of anyone!
A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes
His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed
Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It’s the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind
When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home
You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut
Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens
Knowing
You loved the universe
Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.
Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.
No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness.
Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships.
Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.
Thank you, for helping building a better world!