Friends Poems
What are Golfers not telling us?
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
There’s a part of me that say’s I’m jealous
Another thinks my golfing friends just zealous,
Whilst I crave fresh air and healthy motion
They’re busy slathering on the lotion
Before they mount some little cart
That with intent they simply point to dart
At breakneck speed from hole to hole
The putting of that little ball the goal.
Then there’s the clubs, that myriad bunch
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Children Play
by Vishal Kapoor
I was sitting under a tree on a sunny day,
while relaxing and watching some children play.
One kid stopped, joined me and I asked - "hey,
why did you stop performing in your play?"
He pointed at his family and replied - "they
saw me get injured so I'm taking rest for the day.
I'm not even feeling any pain, I just want to play.
But, they asked me to take rest so I'll just obey."
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Nature Of Life FriendShip
by sarah shahzad
Friendship
Poem
We make great effort and style,
But we don’t make close friends,
Together we play great roles on the stage,
But we don’t make friends, even close ones
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Do not push; parts 1-3
by Betty May Vision
1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
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Listening To The Shadows
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
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Do not push; parts 1-3
by Betty May Vision
1.
A red button isn’t to be pushed,
and I knew it the first time our eyes met.
I can’t not…..
We talked so effortlessly, instantly familiar.
Like remembering.
I nonchalantly sent you that weather forecast for the northern lights, just to have an excuse to text you.
When I get home I lay still staring into the ceiling, you roll around my mind uninvited.
A solitary ping pong ball in a storm.
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Unnamed
by Marra Makinen
Your friends are coming to visit today.
I’m thinking about it
About meeting them
But my mind is slipping into thoughts about why they are here
Why I must meet them
These thoughts are transitioning into thoughts on work
And how, when I first started working
I noticed how strange it was
That we were all just teenagers doing meaningless jobs
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Fifty shades of grief
by Tom Lathara
Grief, the dark brooding monochromatic fiend
Pops up in your days, uninvited
and slather your soul with the black slime.
layers of dark gloom smeared over you.
We were in mid embrace, words unfinished,
you vanished in a snap to the ether yonder
My arms stays frozen wrapping the air
Where you stood a moment ago.
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Almost Home
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.
I consumed only healthier foods, including plenty of fruits and vegetables,
As the glassy, black midnight water, reaches up for moonlight collectibles.
Exercise was part of my daily routine, at times running, at others walking,
On the street of scarlet butterflies, where lazy blackbirds were squawking.
I was in the wild midst of the happy years, like a rare diamond in the sun,
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A Novel Idea
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
Because I was not the tidiest person, however life was still very good!
All those who really knew me, understood how much I loved reading,
As loving eyes turn westward each evening, to sun's motley receding.
I dwelt in a house, on 20 acres of land, that had several outbuildings.
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