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Poetry from a friend

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As I sit
by Javier Mendoza

As I sit alone on the edge of a cloud,
Whistling a heavenly tune,
While watching the beauty of nature surrounding me,
Feeling the love from everything of life,
I had to let go of things that
Society had blinded me with:
Corruption, ignorance, materialism,
the imitation of treacherous people.

I had to look away from all of the hatred,
The destruction of our planet,
The destruction of our country,
The destruction of our people,
Even ourselves.

As I sit here so blissful, meek, and enlightened.


I’ve known Javier since he was five years old–over thirty years now. He went to kindergarten with my younger brother, and they became fast friends. My mom sort of adopted him, and watched out for him growing up. He became a brother to us. I remember how devastated he was to learn that my mom had died. I think he cried harder than I did at her funeral. To this day he opens every message to me with, “hey sis…”

Looking at him you’d see this big, bald Mexican guy. He’s intimidating. But underneath he’s so sweet and thoughtful. You’d never suspect that he writes deep, beautiful poetry. I love him to death.

Sonnet: Another Man’s Wife

With apologies…

Another Man’s Wife
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
114 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

A sonnet. There are decisions to be made when things start to change.


There finally comes a time in my life
When I have to consider wrong and right.
Do I step back, let it cut like a knife;
Hide in a corner, hope it ends tonight?

Should I smile and cheer, all the while pretend
All things are just fine? Let her keep thinking
I’m happy with her just being my friend?
Forget the reason I’ve started drinking?

Maybe there’s another choice if she sees
the truth in my eyes: my heart is breaking.
When she’s around all my senses do flee;
But I realize the mistake I’m making.

So before the day breaks I’ll let her know
Just how much our friendship has really grown.

Two Haikus

Two Haikus

(dance)
His shoulder is soft,
his warm breath tickles my ear.
Don’t let this dance end.

(unending)
Hurts to remember.
It hurts to think, hurts to breathe.
Hurt never ending.

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