Short Fair Weather Friend Poems

we are living in uncertain times
a fair weather friend a nursery rhyme
eye taunt to the fabric of the lens
let's learn to depend

history tends to repeat itself
left us wandering in a swift brigade
soft parade
in uncertain times

columns of fire
quenched for your burden of desire...

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Money!
Dumbfounded means
Perceiving riches.
After your accumulation,
shatter the hope of satisfaction.
I become hungry and thirsty.
Resulting in stealing and fraud.
I become stingy and active.
Believing in the hope you give,
leaving my back,
when the tide turns.
I see you,
as a fair weather friend.
You never support fully.
Money,the destruction you have caused....

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Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day

Let your hair down 
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah

With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team

Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story...

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The words your eyes speak
Cover ground your lips will never travel
You call me equal, call me friend
But your eyes, they say you lie
They show me your disgust, your ridicule
You will never have respect for another but yourself
And never me, never me
So inferior to you I am
Lesser in every way, to you
Not pretty enough to love and not a man
These alone the reasons of your despise...

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When the temperature soars
   My Muse is cranky and cross
Whether in or out of doors
   Meter and rhyme are quite lost

My head heavy, I'm bored
   Sweat pours off my chin
Hunched over the keyboard
   What a funk I am in

To slumber I yield
   I nod off for a bit
My fate surely sealed
   Poetry, I quit...

Yet switch on the a/c
   And, voile! A new me!
To the delight of my Muse --
   Cool air lights her fuse!...

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Fair weather friend,
Thou art a beguiling trench
So deep your carvings burrow
That the gorge, like a ghost's cravenly respite,
Stares at my face every morn and night,
And I, a childless brazen woman,
Wander along the narrow path of servility
Of fear and pain,
And the nuances of passion
Has desiccated my body
To a state of apathy
That is forever succumbing 
To what is known as the murderer of happiness.



Copyright © Iman Roy...

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You hurt me real bad,
I got angry and mad.
I, in turn, hurt you too.
You were sad and blue.
When will the cycle end?
My fair-weather friend.
That depends on you and l
Why do I have a black eye?
We have the power to break
this cycle of heartache.
Why shall we cause pain?
We have a choice to abstain.
Let's be better and do better,
Not another dear John letter.
Let's sow words that heal
with a continuous zeal.






Alexis Y.
03/22/2021...

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I am my own worse critic, 
to question my own choices,
to tell me right from wrong,
no rough draft to my life.

Mind me not-
weary mind,
being the fair weather friend-
rather sickening...

Fighting amongst ourselves, hatred rising, 
thoughts racing, 
deciphering the moral,
of my soon to be regrets...

This abyss...
this life-
so fragile,
why built to understand?

What perception,
just leads-
to deception.

Why cursed mind!

Doubt-
no longer,
I am the master....

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