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I really cant say exactly how long its been
no i really cant say, since i've seen a good man
humanities infected with power and greed
we want a lot of things, but there's a million more we need
we need a cup of love, and that much is for sure
we need a righteous heart, for there's not much we can endure
we need a little sympathy for those of us in pain
we need a little empathy for those that are insane
we always want more money, but that can be dismissed
one day when we conquer greed, we may finally have...
Freindship
there's a lot of things wrong with mankind, but i have faith...
we'll get there
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-**! sing, heigh-**! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-**, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-**! sing, heigh-**! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-**, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
-William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
DC raw love  Nov 2014
FREINDSHIP
DC raw love Nov 2014
DREAMS OF BLUE SKIES,
A CLOUD WITH THE SUN'S RAYS...

A MOON IN DARKNESS,
WITH STARS IN A GAZE.....

WITH FLOWERS OF BEAUTY,
WITH SPRING AND THE RAIN....

ALL THINGS THAT ARE NATURAL,
LIKE FRIENDSHIP AND PAIN...

THINGS THAT ARE LOVING,
IN ALL THE RIGHT WAYS....

NEVER FORGETTING,
YOUR LOVING WAYS....

YOUR A BEAUTIFUL PERSON,
I'LL NEVER FORGET....

ONE WHO LOVES OTHERS,
AND SHOWS CARING WAYS...

THE ONE THING I KNOW,
IS THAT I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE...
It will haunt her
the favorite pencil
tip softened just so...
paw pushed it
somewhere to a secret spot
out of vision, her reach
a peice of paper elusive
yet there...
lodged deep amidst
a stack of most important things

She does not lose well...

Not in terms of games or competition
but the things in her life
that envelop her world
tough n' scrappy
beautiful n' tender
holding all things dear
close to her heart
Loss is a place of 
deepest contemplation
Her memories
are vibrant, alive

She does not lose well

creatures and people
that are immersed
in her life
even one pulled out leaves
like a building block
A tear
A gap
A hole in her life

She does not forget
or minimize the
pertinance of
freindship
love
A moment that has
touched her heart

When it is time for
the loss
the breaking of her heart
can be felt
through
time
space

The moment
becomes filled
With rainbows of light
She will bathe in that beam...
helps guide them home

She trusts in the divine
finding there solice
amidst the
flutterings of
her tender, broken heart
Grief shrouds her
A mystical veil
that holds her dearly
as the pain
becomes bearable
she will begin
to tell her stories
once again

~ Christi Michaels ~ June 2014~
In honor of a dear friend, that
helped her Mother "Home"
That Girl  Nov 2012
Neverland
That Girl Nov 2012
Peter take my hand
and teach me how to soar
Take me to the place
where time will pass no more
We'll talk and dance
like little kids
Explore the feelings
you once hid
We'll journey with
the lost boys
And poke fun
at captain hook
All we need is
freindship and fairy dust
Like a story from the book
Peter do you miss the old life?
Do you want your fairytale?
Torn between reality
and surreal fantasy
Peter don't you see?
your world does not exist
I have to grow up now
forever you I'll miss
To everyone I meet, I want to extend my hands in friendship.
Because each and everyone of you all are very special indeed.
You each have your own awesome qualities I do admire very much.
I thank each and everyone of you for being in my life in one way or another.
Each and everyone of you are indeed special to God and me as well.
I am thankful that you have touch my life the way that you have.
You have made a difference in my life that you will never know.
You have not only encourage me in many ways but inspire me as well.
For these things I just want to say thank you much for being you.
For allowing God to use you in that way , you are much appreciated.
kelly huckle Jul 2015
What is the true meaning of freindship
Not to care how much money you have
Accept each other for who they are
Be there for them without wanting
anything
Enjoy each others company
making each other smile when we feel sad.
When life is stressful having a genuine friendship  makes the load
lighter.
I haven't experienced true friendship
but long for a true friend.
She does not lose well
will not forget
It will haunt Her
avorite Pencil
Tip Softened
Just So...
A Paw pushed it
Somewhere to a Secret Spot
Out of Vision
Her Reach
A Peice of Paper
Elusive, Yet there...
Lodged Deep Amidst
A Stack
of Most Important Things

She does not Lose Well...

Not in terms of Games or Competition..
But the things in Her Life
That Envelop Her World.
Tough, Scrappy,
Beautiful
Oh-So Tender
Holding all things Dear
Close to Her Heart

Loss is a Place of 
Deepest Contemplation
Her Memories
Are Alive
Vibrant..
Stay with Her
Immense Joy
Her Deep Well of Sadness
A Cachet of Stories
Reverberate
Expanding Outward
like Ripples in a Pond.

She does not Lose Well

The Creatures and People
That are Immersed
In Her Life
Even One Pulled Out
Leaves
Like a Building Block
A Tear
A Gap
A Hole in Her life

She does Not Forget
Or Minimize the
Pertinance of
Freindship
Love
A Moment that has
Touched Her Heart

When it is Time for
The Loss
The Breaking of Her Heart
Can be Felt through
Time
Space
Filled with Divine Wisdom
She is Able to See
All Aspects at Once.

The Purpose
The Moment
Becomes Filled
With Rainbows of Light
She will Bathe in that Beam...
Helps Guide Them Home
Knows Intuitively

She Trusts in the Divine
Finding There Solice
Amidst the Flutterings 
of
Her Tender, Broken Heart.
Grief Shrouds Her
A Mystical Shawl
A Veil that Holds her Dearly
till the Pain
Becomes at Least Bearable..

Then She will
Begin
To Tell Her Stories
Once Again.

Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Free Verse
My first Poem
Written in responce and deep respect to an Amazing Friend/Poet's Vigil. in her Mothers passing
In friendship, When one speaks and other listen then they are called GOOD Friend's....

And when no one speaks and then also they understand the feelings of each other.
They are called BEST Friend's

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