An ode to a cherished friend

Every word uttered in the mad rush of a day,

Journeys back to haunt me in the dark’s calm.

Those that occurred with him bears no exception.

Stuck with regret over petty fights that doth not warrant a cut

Yet, so happened.

The resplendent ray of sunshine,

That illuminates a particularly boring two dozen hours,

Will surely not be shunned by beating hearts of any type.

Such and more was his smile,

Sweeping swiftly through a vast expanse of the populace unhindered,

Portraying no exceptions,

Albeit me.

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Word and Action

An intention to do good, be good and say good. Lay in all, lest their growth endured tumult. Her words sang a mellow tune to melt the heart While inconsistencies in action sang another. As the ear sought to resolve this tussle the mind fashioned another puzzle. Of lies, lasses and love Or a dual-blend of the above.

Lend a limb for love.

Perennial is the facet of a river Can it be accorded to her? Persistent is the asset of a spring, Can that tenor ring true of him? Pervasive would the tone in her voice, Can it brook trust amid vice? Poignant are the memories puncturing my thoughts, Is that a mirror of problems fraught? Passive became a friendship, As the mind wrestled with courtship . Portentous was her claim, Of longevity and its eventual maim. Probing her senses, Of fulfillment and satisfaction , Of desires and dreams, Of fantasy and reality, I resolve to reap the fruit of love Latent in the weeds of rejection. Aid me in this search, oh friend, For no fiend w ould value a mind as much !

Why do we disagree?

From the vast expanse of pale cream, a ray pierced the sill Some say that’s the epitome of ill. Never did she utter such trope And never did she hear a dawn's rising chirp. Sans a countenance that evoked despair or drivel, she did glide o'er cold Earth cavorting joy. Encumbered by the shooing words of a restless few and her held wish of an inside hue began she a ritual of healthy hoy. Words that gushed forth like water in a meadow’s pump, Though never held captive by a day's dump Did stem on a lad's cloy. To say that one impacted the other is to clutch a long straw with baby paw. Another ritual of a weekly shed Did in itself a worldly good To the ...

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