The Numerical Quality of Friendship
The quality of friendship is non-quantitative.
Yet, I ask you to number me this way.
With tape measure, determine that:
The length of my arm's embrace will always be
longer than long enough, and when distance magnifies sorrow's gains,
my shoulders measure wide enough to pillow your wearied head.
The depth of my pocket is finite for by definition,
a pocket is but an open doored, three walled shelter.
My pocket of shelter is forever open, forever deep,
and forever is infinite.
Trust that when bowed and bent,
upon my shoulders climb and together we will be tall enough
to touch the season's new fruit upon the tree of life,
and with one tongue taste the unimaginable!
Do u think that mercury can measure
the warmth of my tears when love sears my heart,
or the heat of thy skin when it heals and cauterizes
wounds salted by the mistreatment, by the bitters of the weak ones,
who rejoice when they scald others?
Size me up.
What is my volume?
What are the boundaries that
length X depth X height
state must limit my capacity to cherish, to heal,
and even to forgive those who deserve no forgiveness?
If you measure me well and proper,
if I meet the standards that qualify me to be called friend,
then friend me here, friend me now,
friend me for the qualities I posses,
and number us a unity among the few
who are truly blessed
by a quality of friendship that cannot be measured,
for there is no scientific instrument that can quantify,
limitless.
March 2012
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My idea, if truth be told
Is a thousand lifetimes old.
Yes, I admit I stole it all,
And I'm feeling almost ten feet tall
As each and every blooming day
Good things just seem to flow my way.
My Employees,
They may tend to bark,
But, clever me, I let them know
How quickly I could pack up shop
And move the firm to Mexico.
There the workers strive with dignity
For their fifty cents a day.
There are no lofty paychecks here.
As long as I can have my way.
Our Dental Plan is rather swell,
And my Employees know it oh so well.
A brand new toothbrush every year,
Makes me so misty I could tear.
My thoughtfulness is quite well known,
'Tis great concern that I have shown,
Improving every life I touch
With brand new brooms and mops and such.
And, aye, I truly do my best.
Nothing arrogant or selfish here.
I strive to build up and invest
These words of wisdom, songs of cheer.
A day or two ago I said
Our Company would trudge ahead
Into the dark and deepest sea
That I prefer financially,
In this wise and wicked industry,
The poor will always envy me.
Although I sometimes tend to fire
More people than I ever hire -
And what is it the wealthy seek?
Beyond their power and ambition,
It is nothing more than mere tradition,
To emulate the self-effacing meek.
We do what wealth will always do
When tempted with such a position,
We reinvent ourselves as new,
And play doctor as a politician.
Copyright © 1996 Richard D. Remler
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"And I particularly like the whole thing of being boss.
Boss and employee... It's the slave quality that I find
very alluring."
~Hugh Grant
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you want everything to look like the setting sun,
or a marble bull,
charging at your viscera.
what draws you to these lines?
nothing. i drift heavy,
only toes touch land, wood, and sea.
lustful, i was, so bound to myself i lie
in some endless death march,
bayonet, tracing silhouettes into my backside.
girls from home, mostly.
a mother,
friend,
what salvation are you seeking?
not salvation, only time.
seconds, to turn into minutes,
to somehow, without blinking
bind themselves into one life.
i’ll see what i can do.
I am so confused inside,
I can't even write poetry anymore.
There is nothing in my head that I understand,
I can no longer do simple addition,
and I can't speak.
Walking in a straight line, nope,
so uncoordinated, and I don't have
that kind of an addiction.
I act worse than a child
who was first born.
I am new to the world,
but I already feel
I've been here too long
and know too much.
Neglectedly I am loved,
and in kindness I am hated.
My emotions come in spurts of madness,
and all I can speak the slightest bit coherent
is destruction.
While I continue to scribble with
thoughtfulness,
my thoughts mean nothing to me at all.
I am living in an upside down world
of opposite days,
I sleep at day in math
and stay up all night.
I am a child born bat
and I crave weak moths
so I might suffice living.
I'm too strange for love,
too sensitive for hate,
please throw your anger at me.
I long to be fatally injured
because being hurt inside
is killing me.
Don't touch me,
I'm radioactive,
your fingertips are burning me!
Hey, here's a joke!
Where to scars go,
once they fade from your skin?
They stick to your memories!
Escape the irrational thoughts,
and jump into the river,
hide from the ones who love you,
the point of survival,
is not surviving at all.
Mes Confessions
you never leave my mind alone
I find that to be so beautiful but dangerous
I often stare wantingly at my phone
wishing we could speak just to hear your voice
missing your touch on my soul
although you have touched it so many times
the daily thoughts we shared filled the hole
in my empty heart the sound of chimes
now we are like ships passing in the night
although the feelings remain but left unspoken
I still get jealous when I see your words requite
upon anothers thoughts it leaves me broken
there are many things about who am I
that may leave one with much more to desire
but my love for you makes my heart cry
inside of me still burns this fire
imperfect as I tell but more down so deep
there are most likely many more layers
that just haunt me at night in my sleep
on my knees my whispered prayers
yes I confess my undying love for you
how my dreams have been penned for your sight
although it seems likely you already knew
how much I miss your kiss goodnite
Gomer LePoet ....
Sitting in the shadows of plastic bottles,
Round,
Familiar to the touch of contaminated skin.
Let the oval cascade your neck,
Toxins in the body disperse,
Tired eyes fall.
Cleanse your mind of anguish;
Step into bubbles pumped with white lies.
And never take out the pin in your pocket.
Sitting in the shadows of plastic bottles,
Round,
Familiar to the touch of contaminated skin.
Let the oval cascade your neck,
Toxins in the body disperse,
Tired eyes fall.
Cleanse your mind of anguish;
Step into bubbles pumped with white lies.
And never take out the pin in your pocket.
It was unexpected
like the summer days
the knots in my stomach seem to disperse
i never thought id feel this way
for you.
your brown eyes could heal a soul
i feel free with you
every word falls slowly,
not waiting to catch a breathe
emotions a teenager can't handle
That touch was replayed
to figure out if it meant something
something other than hello or goodbye
because every time i see you i don't want to leave
your side
im falling for you
She believes in happy things
Invisible beings with fairy wings
Fluttery butterflies make her dance
An endless game of happenstance
Eyes of wonder, transparent soul
The world is cruel but she doesn't know...
She greets me with smiles from ear to ear
To hold her heart I solemnly swear
Gentle touch soothe the soul
In her presence I turn to gold
She holds my restless heart at bay
As she executes her innocent ways...
Her plans get lost in the making
A pouty face when shes faking
Empty cups of invisible tea
Cartoon bandages when she bleeds
Shelves filled with eyes that stare
She loves her tattered teddy bear...
Crayon drawing of sunny skies
She draws me with big wide eyes
Read me a story, she hands me a book
It's past her bedtime but she gives me that look
I tuck her in and read her asleep
And pray my love she'll always keep...
the little ones suffer the most when relationships fail...
Dear daughter,
Let me introduce myself.
Whether you call me your friend, your confidante
Or you call me a jerk and crazy,
I am your mother,
Your Ma, your mom, your momma, your mommy,
Your Mother.
I will be your faithful guide, friend, companion.
I Will be your first teacher and your last.
Sometimes I will be in front of your saying “Nice try! But try again.”
Or I may be beside you unsure of the same answer as you.
But sometimes I will follow behind you, learning from you along the way.
Remember the good times
And the bad, and be scared of your feelings
Because fear is an emotion too.
When you become lost, never let the wonders leave your eyes,
Even though you may wander.
But in your wandering, your small hands could touch nations,
If only you would let them.
Just believe the world has magic in it,
Because the moments of small silence give way
To their own kind of bewitchment.
Sing loud and proud like no one is watching…
And if you can’t, Happy Birthday works just as well.
Look for the glow worms, my child,
The baby fireflies,
Because they are a rare creature indeed
And can only be seen at the darkest of times,
Just like the stars.
Let your eyes be like fireflies and your steps like a prance
Because nothing attracts men like a bright girl who can dance.
So move your way closer to me
Because there is a pigtailed shaped hole in my heart
For the little girl that you will always be to me.
Live as many lives as possible and explore several worlds,
But always follow the banana bread crumbs back home by nightfall
Because nothing good ever happens after eleven…
Unless you are making a wish.
And if you are, load every 11:11 wish with a prayer
And aim it towards the sky.
Send a letter to the stars to make room for one more
Because someday you will shine,
But on your way to the top,
Tread lightly, my child,
And don’t wake the beasts
Because they exist
Trust me, I know.
Even when you are grown and have daughters of your own
Think back to me and remember.
Love,
Your Mother
