Poem World: Friend

Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts

Showing posts with label Friend. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

HOW TO BECOME AN IDEAL FRIEND

Its not easy becoming a friend or making one because a friend is not a state of mind. Its real and its in your face. A friend is someone who makes your life worth its while a little more than yesterday. While everybody has their own definitions of a "friend", the long and short of it is we all need friends to make our lives better. We at TheHolidaySpot value our friendship as much as you do and would like to share our ideas of how to become an ideal friend with you, for if wasn't for you we wouldn't be where we are today.

HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY...

In friendship "honesty" is the key word. One should always be honest to his or her friends.
Don't overlook their faults, even if you have none for you are his friend!
Praise them honestly and openly.
Say you're sorry, when you hurt your friend. Don't let them assume it.*

GIVE MORE THAN YOU TAKE...

Be there when they need you or you may wind up alone.
Love them unconditionally, that is the only condition. Make them feel special, because aren't we all special?*
Never forget them, who wants to feel forgotten.*

BE SUPPORTIVE...*

Cheer them on, we all need encouragement now and then.*
Encourage their dreams and aspiration, Life seems almost meaningless without them.
Your words count, use them wisely.
Use good judgement.
Wish them luck, hopefully good*
Eamine your motives before you "help" out
Just be there when they need you
Really listen, a friendly ear is a soothing balm*

FORGIVENESS...

Forgive them for, "To Err is Human", and you just may end up making the same mistakes in course of time..*

KEEP THE FAITH...

Have faith in them. For, there is no love without trust.
Zip your lips when they confide in you*

EXPRESS YOURSELF CLEARLY

Know when they need a hug, and couldn't you use one?*
Offer to help, and know when " No thanks" is just politeness*
Quietly disagree, noisy No's make enemies*
Verbalsise your feelings*

HAVE FUN...

Get together often, misery loves company, so does glee.
Talk frequently, communication is important.*

Enjoying your friendship is the order of the day. So its not what we call a friendship if you don't feel right.
Always remember a friendship is worth it when you are able to enjoy the amazing relationship with no holds barred. Its a mutual bond for life that you cant give up.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

For A Sunday Afternoon

By Dennis Siluk Ed.D.

1) The Sun, and Coffee at Starbucks

The sun has no door today-but it's looking for one;
its face is in the window-slightly, it has white bright
knuckles this afternoon-
It drags its Sunday rays along the profile of my face.
The trees outside, from where I sit, across from me
through the window,
are porky-pine green, and beyond those, are peach
colored balconies.
I'm at 'Starbucks,' Benavides: the walls have long
stretched out pictures, of a weird coffee pot,
tables, circles, coffee cups, and musical things, things
like horns and notes, and so forth...!
My latte is strong, I like it like that, and I sip on it,
while reading: Shelley, Dylan Thomas, and Plath.

There are no clouds today in Lima, just mist from the
ocean, mixed into the atmosphere, a lazy
lazy mist at that; a stiff and thick kind of mist, like
soup-with slow moving feet, for I can see patches
of blue beyond it, and the sun, the sun I so love
seeping through a porthole or two, still looking for
that door.

#2362 4-27-2008

2) Intrusion (Poetic Prose, and Confessional Poetry)

When I was a young man, I was likened to terrified fish, an alcoholic that is what I was back then, not how I wanted to be. It is forty-years now. I know now I was better off with no father, thus, I had to row my way to where I am today, through a generation of vipers. Mother was always fearful I'd become nothing more than driftwood, but thick salt kept me up, and I didn't know (floating just above my neck). My mother and brother were happy (perhaps the only ones) when I somehow slipped through the keyhole and finally opened the shut door and joined the opposite continents. A late bloomer you might say.

visit Dennis site.

Man On Fire; If I Walked With You In The Garden

By Peter Ponzio

Man on Fire

Red flames descend from the sky,
Burning into the depths of his eyes,
And crackle as they engulf his hair,
In tongues of fire.

The eyes, the eyes, stare out in
Placid indifference, while all around
Tongues of flame lick at the very air
Combusting in the night.

No stars here; no limned moon;
No serene reflections on the fiery
Pools below; only fire and burning,
And passion sleeping in those lidded eyes.

Saint or madman? Artist or lunatic?
Does it matter to a man on fire?
Can mere words express the desire
That fanned the flames into a conflagration,

And set the canvas alight? Oh, I long
For a flame to consume my desire,
To quench the thirst of my longing,
To plunge headfirst into the flames

That destroy all conscious thought,
All empty lies, all words written on
Cracked parchment. I long for the
Purity of fire, the peace of flames.

If I walked with you in the Garden

If I walked with you in the garden,
Like Adam or Ezekiel, or your friend
Enoch, I would not ask you why.
Instead I'd thank you for the
World you made, for the stars
In the skies, the birds of the
Air, the fish of the sea, and all
The creatures that abound there.
And I'd ask your help to preserve
These things, so that we don't
Destroy in one selfish moment
What took you six days to build.

If I walked with you in the garden,
I'd ask that you make man's
Burden light enough to bear;
That you give us strength to accept
What we must, and courage to do
What must be done. I'd ask that
You give us wisdom, so that we
Could be as merciful to one
Another, as you are to us.
I'd ask that you grant us tolerance
So that we stop the senseless
Bloodshed that masquerades
As belief in you.

If I walked with you in the garden,
I'd show you my heart, and ask
That you repair it, so that
I could always do what you require.
I'd ask for a song to sing so
That men might remember their
True calling, and not the vain
Lusting after things to make
Them forget.

And when at last my time draws near,
I hope that I have done enough with
What I've been given, that I be
Allowed to walk with you in the garden.

About Author

Peter Ponzio, the author of Children of the Night, is a CPA with over 30 years experience in Corporate Finance, holding positions as divergent as Treasurer, VP of Sales Administration, Vice President of IT, and General Manager of an internet start-up company in the late 1990s, and CFO at a subsidiary of a Fortune 100 company.

Mr. Ponzio graduated with a degree in English literature from Loyola University of Chicago, and is currently attending Northwestern University in pursuit of an MA in Literature.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Days of Me

Days of Me

When people say they miss me,

I think how much I miss me too,

Me, the old me, the great me,

Lover of three women in one day,

Modest me, the best me, friend

To waiters and bartenders, hearty

Laugher and name rememberer,

Proud me, handsome and hirsute

In soccer shoes and shorts

On the ball fields behind MIT,

Strong me in a weightbelt at the gym,

Mutual sweat dripper in and out

Of the sauna, furtive observer

Of the coeducated and scantily clad,

Speedy me, cyclist of rivers,

Goose and peregrine falcon

Counter, all season venturer,

Chatterer-up of corner cops,

Groundskeepers, mothers with strollers,

Outwitter of panhandlers and bill

Collectors, avoider of levies, excises,

Me in a taxi in the rain,

Pressing my luck all the way home.

That’s me at the dice table, baby,

Betting come, little Joe, and yo,

Blowing the coals, laying thunder,

My foot on top a fifty dollar chip

Some drunk spilled on the floor,

Dishonest me, evener of scores,

Eager accepter of the extra change,

Hotel towel pilferer, coffee spoon

Lifter, fervent retailer of others’

Fumor, blackhearted gossiper,

Poisoner at the well, dweller

In unsavory detail, delighted sayer

Of the vulgar, off course belier

Of the true me, empiric builder

Newly haircutted, stickerer-up

For pals, jam unpriser, medic

To the self-inflicted, attorney

To the self-indicted, petty accountant

And keeper of the double books,

Great divider of the universe

And all its forms of existence

Into its relationship to me,

Fellow trembler to the future,

Thin air gawker, apprehender

Of the frameless door.

-Stuart Dischell

Friday, November 16, 2007

You Make Me Hot

You're a red hot dishwith a pinch of fun...

You're a piece of metalbeneath the August sun.

You're a raging fireon a winter night.

I don't know how you do it,but you sure do it right!

You ignite a sparkthat hits the spot.

Oh, yeah.You make me hot!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Unforgotten friend

Memory is still on

when i last saw your face

when i last heard you laugh

when i last called your name

Remember when

I was at your last party

I helped you with your homework

we played in your yard

its been so long

since we held hands

since i saw your smile

since i didnt miss you

since i saw you-alive.

May this thing won't happen agian to anyone....

Saturday, October 20, 2007

A minute for GOD!!!

U Got a Minute?
When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out
God is all you need.

U Got a Minute?
60 Seconds for God? All you do is simply say a small prayer
for the person who sent you this.

Father God bless _________ in whatever it is that you know he or she may be needing this day!
And may __________'s life be full of your peace, prosperity
and power as they seek to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.

Now send it on to 5 other people. Within hours 5 people have
prayed for you, and you caused a multitude of people to pray to
God for other people. Then sit back and watch the power of God
work in your life for doing the thing that you know he loves.

A free hug

I'm sending you this hug --
IT'S FREE!
A special hug for you
FROM ME!

This hug will make you feel
SO GOOD!
Can you feel it?
I KNEW YOU COULD!

HERE IS A FREE HUG FOR YOU!

Friday, October 19, 2007

Forever on my mind

The fragrance of a yellow rose
Floating about the air,
Reminds me of another time,
And of a beauty so rare.

The melodic strains of an orchestra
Wisping through the night,
Remind me of another time,
And so of a lovely sight.

Remembrance such as these
Flood my thoughts with rhyme
And I can not help but long for
The song of another time.

A time when life made sense to me,
When love was everywhere;
When you and I would dance and dance
While your fragrance filled the air.

Such memories consume me,
And they constantly remind;
That you, my sweet, are in my heart
And forever on my mind.

I am thinking of you

Star light, Star bright...
First star I see tonight...
I wish I may, I wish I might...
Be with you...
This very night.

Just wanted you to know that even
though we're not together in person...

I Wish We Were!

I'm thinking of you!

Cherish Your Friends

Friendship may be a simple thing
But lots of love, it can bring.

Things to share and talk about
It's something you just can't do without.

All your life, friendship lasts
Through the years, you'll look back.

Remembering the laughs and happy times along with the cries and sorry sighs.

Fiendship can never come apart
Especially when it's straight from the heart.

Friendships don't die, they continue to grow. So be sure to cherish the friendships you know.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Poem for my special friend

I thank you for your friendship,
for the radiance of you smile.
I thank you for always going,
the extra mile.

I thank you for giving unto me,
each day, the sunshine.
For the thoughts of you that
sometimes causes my words to rhyme.

I thank you for the laughter
that has removed some tears.
And for listening to my silence
throughout the passing years.

I thank you for your inspiration and love.
That surely must have been sent from above.

Thanks For Being My Friend!

Poem to all my friend

For all the friends that you may know who'd
love to know how much you really care.
What better way to say it?

For all the times I needed you
And you were there for me
For all the times you showed
You cared so unconditionally

For all the times a simple word
From you brought lots of smiles
For all the times you sent your
Love to me across the miles

I hope just once I've done for you
And helped to make your day
As happy and as meaningful
In each and every way

As you have done for me
So many times before
For you deserve it all
That and much, much more!

Need you to hold me

I love how it feels when you hold me in your arms.
I love when you whisper in my ear.
You make me feel charmed.
I feel no fear.
I love how you comfort me when I'm sad.
You brighten my smile every day.
Having you makes me so glad.
When I need you, there's no delay.
Your love brings a glow to my face.
You give me butterflies inside.
You'll never be replaced.
This joy you bring me won't subside.

A rose

Rose is so special,
it deserves to be passed to everyone
at least one rose for a special time
Life without rose is nothing.

Make a wish as you give
to your sweet so everything
will be with you all time.
It is a remembering time
for everyone.

A true love will send it back
It is a friendship and love
builder at the same time.

Make your friends and love always with you with rose.

Why friend are important

I cannot ease your aching heart,
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today!

I'll listen when you need to talk;
I'll wipe away your tears
I'll share your worries when they come;
I'll help you face your fears.

I'm here and I will stand by you,
Each hill you have to climb,
So take my hand, let's face the world;
Live one day at a time!

You're not alone, for I'm still here.
I'll go that extra mile,
And when your grief is easier,
I'll help you learn to smile!

Friend Is A Treasure

A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift.

A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift.

A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace.

And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.

We live to share everything together
and keep things to heart.

Never let you stay aside
always be your hands and eyes.

Need help, give support,
have problem, give advices.

We give a warm home
to make your house like a home.

Story of a good friend

In kindergarten, a good friend was the one, who let you have the red crayon, when all that was left was the ugly brown one.
In first grade a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you left yours on the bus.
In fourth grade a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to "do-si-do" with that stinky kid who liked you.
In fifth grade a good friend was the person who saved a seat for you at the back of the bus.
In sixth grade a good friend was the person who went up to your new crush and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said "no" you wouldn't feel so embarrassed.
In seventh grade a good friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had forgotten about.
In eighth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and baseball cards so that your room would be a "high schooler's room" and didn't laugh at you when you finished and burst into tears.
In ninth grade a good friend was the person who went with you to that "cool" party being thrown by a senior so you wouldn't be the only freshman there.
In tenth grade a good friend was the person who changed his schedule just so you would have someone to sit next to at lunch.
In eleventh grade a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with your steady, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college, assured you that you would get into that college, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
After you graduated, a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party helped you sneak out of the house when you couldn't deal with your parents assured you about your relationship with your steady, told you that you could make it through anything helped you pack up for college and silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind and finally on those last few days of childhood, went out of their way to come over and send you off with a hug, a lot of memories, reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most of all, most importantly to send you off to college knowing you were loved.

Thanks for being a good friend!

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Always be friend

You don't always show it,
but I know that you care.

If I'd ever need you,
I know you'd be there.

Your smile makes me smile.
Your pain makes me hurt.

I want you to know...
If you need me...I'm there.
make you happy,
make you laugh.

Sometimes you make me mad,
but I can't stay mad.

Do you remember the time when...?
There are so many times.

Don't ever lose
the wonderful person you are.
Stay happy.
Stay healthy.
Stay you.

I'll never stop being your friend.
Don't ever stop being mine.

Let the world goes round.

Why God make your frined?

GOD Knew That Everyone Needs
Companionship And Cheer,
He Knew That People Need Someone
Whose Thoughts Are Always Near.

He Knew They Need Someone Kind
To Lend A Helping Hand.
Someone To Gladly Take The Time
To Care And Understand.

GOD Knew That We All Need Someone
To Share Each Happy Day,
To Be A Source Of Courage
When Troubles Come Our Way.

Someone To Be True To Us,
Whether Near Or Far Apart.
Someone Whose Love We'll Always
Hold And Treasure In Our Hearts.

That why God give us friend.

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