Friends come and friends go, but some stay through life’s flow
Those are the ones to keep close to your heart, it doesn’t matter how long you’re apart
It’s always the same no matter how long, you start talking through the years, life’s song
Knowing someone though and through, a shoulder to lean on, someone to talk to.
They’d drop what they’re doing to help you out, all you have to do is text ring or shout
They’d give what they have if you’re ever in need, on a different level from others a different breed
You have disagreements, discussions debates, but you never leave angry, always stay mates
A good bit of banter can lighten the mood, they don’t take offence even when it’s rude
My best mate I know will always be there, ready for action, trustworthy fair
They’ll give you a laugh on a night on the town or cheer you up when you’re feeling down
my sister and I have shared a room
since before we were born
when we shared a womb
we shared a fertilized egg
we are identical twins
womb mates
my sister and I
Once upon a time, it was a good day to be camping with the friends,
We stroll into the campgrounds, put the logs into the firepit,
Light the fire in the fire pit, get out our marshmallows,
We sit on the makeshift benches, we have the ingredients,
To make our Mountain Dew glow in the dark,
We exchange ghost stories as we roast our marshmallows,
We hold our soul mates hands, as we sip our sodas,
Some of our soul mates jump, startled by,
Mike’s ghost story as he performs with his body language,
the mysterious ghost of Darkwood cemetery,
our soul mates suddenly jumps,
a shooting star passes over as we gaze at the stars,
brightly shining, we wish upon the star,
as we gaze into each other’s eyes and wish upon the star,
that, we be soul mates forever,
Oh, yeah, it was a good day to be camping with the friends.
You are the balance of black and white
The realization that God is so alive
The gentle grasp of pleasure that ignites
The purest peace filling up my insides
You are the rousing splendor that excites
You, realization of purest splendor!
The old cypress steadily marks my walk
where trembling birds roost under misty rain,
As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded by tangled album of littered memories:
Gentle this breath the breeze upon a heaving chest
While furrowed leaves stoop on this marsh:
Somehow, my hands threw the folder of memoirs into a bin ...
Breaths lingering deep to caress edges, that only winds understood my twin- soul gone.
Then in a whim, a stranger picked the folio, handing it to me
just before the stars faded on my prayers :
Now, I stride down the lane to cross a wooden bridge
Until arms of ocean below my
throbbing feet
Carry scenes and vignettes of a distant place only known to us...
In hindsight, the poems I scribbled within torn pages gave birth
to a new exposure on twin hearts,
of soul mates hiding
among serendipitous spaces
Flushed ashore like a mesh of ocean waves ,
only to understand we are like water
flowing, cascading in a universe of
not- knowing.
Cicadas
like Maronite chants—
night churches,
tree numbers,
heat August more than hellfire;
without kinking wings.
We won't find a soul mate dished up on a plate,
We won't find a soul mate if we always complicate,
We won't find a soul mate if we over compensate,
We won't find a soul mate if we procrastinate,
We won't find a soul mate if we don't participate,
We won't find a soul mate if their importance we underestimate,
or over their existence speculate.
Our eldest daughter found her soul mate,
And did not hesitate,
An example for others to emulate.
As for her parents fate,
That is up for serious debate,
Now that I suspect I have a friend who to me does resonate,
To me all the aspects of soul mate,
When it is too late,
Yet I cannot help but speculate,
About a different fate,
Or a late change contemplate,
Even though it might complicate,
Tentatively, I opened up to you with my soul.
I feel the calm connection that binds us as whole.
This Love we share makes me cry.
I beg and beg and wonder why!
You have chosen me, me! as tears start to flow.
You tenderly embrace me with love, that knows.
We stare deeply into our eyes, lost in love.
As our hearts open their wings like a dove.
Our souls are on fire as our hearts ignite the flames.
We are one, unbreakable, for our love will not be tamed.
("Red Tree in Blue Sky", 2020, original encaustic)
Someone’s Calling You
Someone’s calling you
To awake within the dream
Simply see the love
That has only always been
(11/19/23)
caught in a dark space of the in-between
drowned in emotions to others unseen
too proud to walk backward, can't step ahead
once starving fears are now constantly fed
moments when hands seem to comfortably touch
change to discomfort, an unwanted crutch
clichés of bright sides or things meant to be
sincere intentions, help to small degree
soul search seems endless and to no avail
but needs not come down to succeed or fail
mindset has no shelf life..no hourglass sand
what time you take is the time that's at hand
you needn't feel dirty now to come clean
find your comfort in a warm in-between
I push and shove because you’re the only one I wanna love/
Out of all the birds in the sky above you’re my only lovely dove/
I don’t want to get high I just want you next to me we’ll fly/
I never want you to cry I just never want our relationship to run dry/
This kind of effort and care you can’t buy/
I can’t take one more lie as trust is the only way we’ll thrive/
So alive I am to provide for our tribe and for us to strive/
Had a horrific drive but God let me slide by to survive/
No longer out to connive and deprive/
Hopes to derive the best for our lives in my eye/
Focus on the prize to utilize and sanitize strife/
I’m sorry sometimes my words slice like a knife/
My head’s not right with some slights I’ve had in my life/
There’s a different spice I’ve revised with old throws of dice/
Less iced I’ve learned to become more accepting and nice/
It’s the right price if you heard my advice/
I never want to hold you down like a vice or grip too tight/
Just need you to walk with me through the night more into the light
He’d made his preparations
There in his backyard;
Practised for many hours
Dressed in socks and leotard.
They’d all said it was impossible,
It just couldn’t be done;
When he left they laughed
And thought they’d all won.
But then he went and did it.
Then did it again for spite;
Then did it another three times
All on that very same night.
Nobody else has managed it
Though they’re all trying now
And he just stands and laughs
And won’t show them how.
They’d said it was impossible
And left his ego sinking
But then he put his mind to work
And did some lateral thinking.
He’s still the only one successful
As of now and right up to date
And he’s a little bit embarrassed that
The whole world wants to be his mate.
They grew up side by side two kids in a park
Playing together until the streetlights lightened the dark
Growing as school friends and team mates in football
They had a drink together at the end as their call
They were a bit wild as youngsters will be
Until they joined up wanting the world to see
But war zones aren’t the place to seen
Especially in a dirty war when nothings clean
The IED ruined it all on the spot
And one passed as the explosive ruined the lot
There was colour in the funeral as they laid him to rest
With a white tablet marking his grave at the country’s bequest
But you see they will be mates to the end
And each Friday afternoon he went to drink with a friend
Standing alone with a beer in
the front of the grave
He had the usual drink with a mate toasting the brave.
© Paul Warren Poetry
She came to me
with Jesus by her side
and softly told me
there was no need to cry
The savior king
has vanished all our sins
and given us an environment
where we can only win
She took my hand
and began to pray
and I saw all the goodness
in the night and day
Soul mates we would
have to be
Me and her
and the Holy Trinity
They collided
it was fate, destiny, it was rather awkward.
Brief introductions by a third party
led to instant dislike.
It was kismet. It was painful.
She disliked his manner,
he loathed her phony affectations.
From the very start
they kept miles apart.
Ten reincarnations later
it got no better.
Eventually a fickle fortune
placed then in a broken elevator
four hours alone together,
a centuries-old hostility
finally evaporated
hearts melted.
A spiritual attraction
revealed to them
that they had always been
soul-mates!
They got hitched in a hot-pepper fever
It was love at last-sight,
it was not right,
it was a fatal karma
soon they plotted
to murder each other.
One was killed dead,
the other went to bed
happier.
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