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~~~

if you are my friend
we're joined at the hip
you don't have to worry
about how i may slip.

if you are my friend
i am tried and true
you don't have to worry
i will not leave you.

if you are my friend
I'm there forever
come hell or high water
come stormy weather

i know what it's like
to be at rope's end
and find nothing more
than fair weather friends.

to be so down
death looks like pleasure
to drink of a cup
of pain without measure.

SO. I DON'T LEAVE FRIENDS.
as they're all that I have.
they stand up for me
they are life's salve.

if you are my friend
you are not alone
if you are my friend...

... it's down to the BONE.


♥ Catherine
I'm feeling that someone
Needs to read this.
I'm feeling sad about
The people on my last site.
I don't want to lose touch...

If you are a friend on this
Site and I seem to have
Forgotten you?  Don't worry.
I haven't. I am in touch with
Each one of you in the spirit.
I'm on the site message system
As much as reading.
If you want to talk drop me a
Line or two. I'm THERE.

I'm a slow reader/typist.
I may not read right away.
But I go through a group
Of poems at a time.

I want to say how very
Honored I am to be here
With you ALL!

THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!
the songs i listen

to can't

help me escape

this lonliness
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
meekkeen
I’ve spent my days spiraling,
or branching,
triangulating,
and running in circles,
with time always
for counting petals,
or coloring.
My cerebral bouquet,
farewell,
I resign myself
to stems and
straight edges,
at risk, with
tenuous grip,
of an imminent
scalpel-slip,
and the ultimatum
in severed-sphere-
reconstruction.
Said she would love him in winter
And summer, regardless of what the
World might do, even sin and Lucifer.

Though Apollo should forge his warhead
In the fiery furnace of the sun,
Though Diana vacates not the bed
Of succulent roses in the morn;

Yet, with him said she would tarry.

But she left him unannounced;
With another has she been hooked.
Let no mouth your brain believe.
Sift from wheat
Every chaffed words with sound

Judgment. Praise you will receive
Surely of men,
But balance your head aground.

For blarney do quickly persuade,
Swaying
Swiftly a lady's heart off course,

By calling teffeta the best brocade,
Placing for ruin
A fool upon a regal, gammy horse.
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