Friend of The Shadows

He walks, a friend of his shadow.
Trees hug eachother’s growth.
I have not called him yet.

He thinks he heard his phone ring.
Ringing befriends silence.
They have so much to catch up with –

mistaken identities, leaving,
not telling about birth of a child.

-Kushal Poddar

Friend

A friend is a buddy, a partner, a pal
A friend’s anywhere, anytime, anyhow
When troubles are piled up
Like fries on a plate
A real friend is there and will not let you wait

A friend will ply your lungs with laughter
A friend will be your sticking plaster
Make you happy ever after
A safety net
A sure-fire bet

A friend is a neighbour, a backer, an aide
Who smooths your rough edges when you’re worn and frayed
When loneliness beckons
Or hopelessness looms
Their kindness will catapult you to the moon

A friend will not refuse a mission
A friend will fuel your optimism
Tough cement that heals division
Erase the blue
Is what they do

A friend’s a companion, a comrade a chum
There are other numbers but they’re number one
When days are huge mountains
Far too tall to climb
A friend is the leg-up that’s lifting you high

A friend will not have cause to doubt you
A friend won’t want to live without you
Even when disaster clouts you
Secure as locks
Like solid rocks

A friend is a buddy, a partner, a pal
A friend’s anywhere, anytime, anyhow.

-Neal Zetter

‘we were friends’ 

more than that with promises

that faded into silence.

i woke this morning the same,

a taste of autumn,

mists and biblical sheep

resting.

a new grave here,

a new grave near,

while all is growing,

there.

a cloud hangs in the valley

-sbm.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/promises/

-sbm

.friends.

. we are friends .

we are friends , we met in the lane.

the words sound like poetry, the quiet
voice sounds shouting in this silence.

it can make windows and opportunities,
space to accompany the music.

travel far and in between, play the right notes,
write notes, and then maybe, all will come

clear. or not.

i need that stop.

sbm.

‘friends.

i am sorry to hear of your day
if you able
the detail
i can listen
a new day
goldfinches on seeding knapweed
simple things

i was to cut it down soon
now i shall not

they balance so sweetly
eating the seed

yesterday was charming
i looked at the trees with clover
underlay
i looked at the garden

i will go again
another day

6.56
late summer
worrying

about friends

-sbm

On Female Friends

Both tote cans of lager,
all in black leggings

get the weekly shop in.
One says to the other who

packs the shop “I’ll stand
on his face. Tell him.

I’ll stamp on his face.”
The next couple,

“Mam, you buy the weirdest.
What’s suet for the birds? Fat balls?”

“It’s your dad’s dinner, pet”
They both laugh.

-Paul Brookes (From my collection “Please Take Change”, Cyberwit.net, 2018)

My Strangers

are friends who haven’t been estranged yet.

All my mates are strangers.
I keep them at a distance.

Chat to them in third person.
Internet on my mobile tells me

when I’ve to give them best wishes
for a special occasion like anniversaries.

They inspire closeness and loyalty.
I can trust them.

They know me.
What I eat, sup.

laugh at.

Strangers are more intimate than friends.

-Paul Brookes (From my collection “A World Where”, Nixes Mate Press, 2017)