"friendlier" poems
People power people, and pick their equals.
Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real.
Whether we stand in a line, elections.
Decide who continues on, selection.
The rich become rich only from people’s contributions.
Using their products, services, or through admiration.
Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention.
Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation.
Scream, shout, acting strange in public.
Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic.
People become desperate, run out of options.
Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution.
Joker said it best, why so serious?
Wasting time on the small things, getting furious.
When you can turn it around, hear how they feel.
Truly care and help them heal.
Be a friendlier face, selfless.
To those hiding in their shells, helpless.
Maybe everything seems right for a while.
But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles.
Why so serious?
Smile
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Upon a huge, lush garden,
on a cold autumn day...
various leaves fall, in sweet surrender...
some still rise and go with the forceful wind
floating...along with dreams, wishes and prayers
murmured in the air...uttered fervently
...from near......or faraway places
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
papers, leaves, souls, sighs, and whispers
all circulate, dance in the air...blending with nature
like drifters...and seekers, far from their homes
their habitats...their comfort zones,
suspended, in the atmosphere of every season
...yielding...to the will of the wind,
...while the wind obeys...the will of God
they swirl...land, on new destinations
face new dimensions...
friendlier seas...no more running, just waiting,
while winds of change settle down
touching new base, new grass,
hoping, for a peaceful existence,
for some....the end of life's turbulent journey
..........on safe...tranquil grounds...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
somewhere near, or far...huge gardens exist
where leaves fall, where some rise again,
where new beginnngs, new lives are offered...
havens that welcome and accommodate
...refugees...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sally
Copyright August 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
I come here when I'm lonely, tired, and bored.
The library's friendlier than most of the world.
There's books, coffee, couches: blue and red.
I love it more than anywhere except for my bed.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Truly Great Gratitude knows how to cook
From my Mentor reward a Burger's Gift
Out of a Contest she saw a New Look,
A New White Shirt whose Collar I did lift
So during the orders our Themes discussed
From Family to Travel saw a Best Face
With you your own Self renew and re-trust
Your Fresh Bond Paper your Husband sought Grace
Only when we bartered our Wallet's view
Was when your Picture's truth I discovered
How Human you are; And Friendlier new
Which self-doubted Fever I recovered.
Luncheon was Great; And now invades the Rain
We better both run with Minutes remain.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
I love to sit
In a building
Way up high
And look down at the ground
And see all of the people
The size of ants
And all the cars
Like the toys I once had
Hurry around
Walking, running, driving
Everyone is in a hurry
Somewhere to be
Somewhere to go
Faster, faster
They go
Each one with there one story
Relatively insignificant to everyone else
Only people in your life care
About you and your story
The same way only you care
About people's stories
Who are in your life
Everyone else is just a face
In the way
Walking past you
Driving your bus
Your train
Your taxi
Insignificant
A pawn that gets you where you want to be
So you can ccontinue your life
What if
We cared more
About these people
Probably others would think you are crazy
But maybe you would touch someone's heart
Change their life
Maybe smiling could be a social normalcy
If those ant sized people
Could slow down
For a moment
What would I see
Way up high
If the world became
A friendlier place
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
While I, that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof
- Ben Johnson's phrase - and find when June is come
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
- Seeing that Fame has perished that long while,
Being but a part of ancient ceremony -
Notorious, till all my priceless things
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
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I always make friends with homeless people. Maybe it’s the *** stained teeth and friendly personalities that draws me too them. When I’m in town you can find me with laughing people, who hold nothing to their being by the end of the day. I love them. They’re so happy, grateful and remind me of everything I want to hold in my heart. They are the sun, surrounded by dark clouds but still radiating through the grey. The public of Surrey in their white designer tops and overpriced jeans will never realize this. Call me a sucker but I would give everything to these people. The friendlier they are the more they deserve it. They always seem to be the ones who have been in their situation for the longest and have tried every method of getting the necessities we indulge on. The saddest, and grittiest are usually new to their world. It’s such a cool world mind. All of them sing punk music, create such beautiful art and tell the most interesting woven stories. They are deep. Very deep. They have been to one end and back, up and down. Being surrounded by these people can be dangerous at times mind. One day I could be engulfed by a dark crowd. By dark I mean, what parents and young teens imagine when they think about going out to the grungy parts of town; the stereotypical stench of creepy men glowing with peoples fear of them. Rapists, *** traffickers, ******** drugs, drunk men breathing down your neck and pulling roughly on your arm. I’ve been kissed on the cheek by a drunken dark mess, but he soon got punched by another. They respect people consent, children and females of any age. I don’t care if it’s a sexist old age thing for men to feel protective over women. Women are the most scared when regarding this world. I was scared. It was only a kiss on the cheek but that could lead on to so much more if left to slide. That’s why he got punched. You don’t cross boundaries. It’s the same with any person; have or have not. At the end of the day, I find the characters with scruffy attire and a perfume of **** cigarettes and beer more comforting and safer than those who breed Topshop, Topman, Hollister Apple and Urban Outfitters. I am the kid all parents would fear to let out on their own. And they should. I’m going to get myself in trouble one day, talking to strangers and hanging around gritty areas alone. But it’s better than when I used to shoplift. And anyway…I feel a lot happier after I hang round these people.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
so the day is going well
which is never a good sign
time ticking past somnambulantly
inducing a soporific state
I find hard to shake
with rocking carriages
as I traverse to my travail
through millennia of archaeology
passing long extinct dinosaurs
turning magically to crude oil
Roman armies with Gladius drawn
ready for action two thousand
years on, still trying to conquer
the unconquerable realm
then an eco-warrior
of shabby description
yells my carbon footprint
is an abominable ********
it’s an electric train I holler
how much greener can I be fella
the Romans are looking friendlier
by the minute they only wanted
my freedom not justification of existence
the soporific state abates
the modern world is against me
now I’m running late
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 7:14 PM UTC
While I, that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof
--Ben Johnson's phrase--and find when June is come
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
--Seeing that Fame has perished that long while,
Being but a part of ancient ceremony--
Notorious, till all my priceless things
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
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I used to like swimming in the warm seas on a cold day
I never wanted to share my ice cream with you,but anyway
You told me something I almost forgot
And now we're up here, and became little dots
You're moving upper and upper
And I'm moving downer and downer
But if I life seems happier and friendlier
Why waste your time, put on a smile?
Why think twice, put on a smile?
Your world from afar seems bright and happy
And my world up close is far from yours
But if you come closer and see the undergrowth
You'll notice the difference between us
And you're feeling bluer and bluer
But life is painted with rainbow colours
And you keep frowning and crying and shouting
Why deny your face, just put on a smile?
Why live in a hapless place, put on a smile?
And when everybody leaves on planes
Seasons pass and trees will change
And when they leave you alone
I hope you don't feel like you're alone
This world has people on it
Why be lonely, scaredly, frightening and somehow describing
Your way back home, to a stranger you go
And they don't respond anymore
But if you put on a smile, even for a while
Your sad and blue and greyish day
Will turn up for the better and you'll be okay
So if we both go up and down and cry all around
If we somehow laugh at the silliest things, playing childish games
If we learnt to love our reflection in the mirror
Why would you live her and not, put on a smile?
Put on a smile before it gets too late, when your body doesn't move again,
And you're feeling kinda sorry then...
Put on a smile, don't ask why
Put on a smile, don't try to close your eyes
Open then wide, show your brightness
Your happiness ends when you feel worthless
So chin up, chest high
Open your eyes, and PUT ON A SMILE...
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
i barricaded the gates of sound
and for a moment
just a moment
all was calm
all was gone
nothing ceased to exist
and in that moment
death felt closer and friendlier
than it ever had before
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
It is the ink propelled with mold and feces,
And the grandeur of dogma littered with arrogance.
The persistent deconstruction of ideals covered with dust,
and yet it screams openly to the audience of deaf.
Forbidding irk come with forbidden shadows beyond it's own screech,
And the scatching of the chalkboard has friendlier tone than unoriginal scribes of embellishments.
The act of taken lives from people who do not deverse your pardon need not be your tropies,
For those actions of hate deserve no love or pity.
For this is the land of united people of places and hope,
For you can not divide us with words,
Or sword upon freedom.
The vigilant light shall warm us,
Your hate will only fuel us,
You shall never silence us.
For we shall live for the dead,
And their memories will not be forgotten.
We will defeat your hate with our compassion,
And we will prevail where you so sought to undo,
For love will defeat your prideful destruction.
Say good bye to your yesterday,
For no song of your will be heard but in the mist of ocean,
And our choir will muddle your preformance.
For your last act stood as an epilogue,
And ours has become the prologue.
Have you truly succeeded?
I think our cheers shall resonate the true answer.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
We steal exgirlfriends from the friends of our friends,
I love they way they dance after we get profound
from a friends new bottle of cheap tasting *****
I love the Dj, he watches me dance with one of his friends
shes getting friendlier on the floor, it makes me feel good.
I feel to good, only my friends know how good I am rite now.
My friends love playing pool we lauph at eachother when
A friend digs a few cigaretts out of the round pocket and we
go outside to watch motorcycles run red lights,
A few of our friends disapear in thick
smoky plumes
over their windsheilds,
sweet odors,
we eat onion rings
beer battered onion rings.
I lauph. I cant stop! my friends create
atomic fusion out of ketchup
and ranch.
Its ironic when
we say well always
be friends forever.
Soon or later my friends
and I will loose eachother
In the white rooms of smoke.
One of us has to be the leader.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
it's up to you. call my bluff
indelible but inappropriate.
the thick mouth is alien.
consequently, i melt into
the grout.
i look less malnourished in mens
clothing,
id love to be as diego is to a kahlo
dog,
i say.
i hope i am no friendlier to the
chandelier torso
than i am to the shrunken head.
i call you sun, say sun
i
know what i am.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
~
That barren branch
high above this desolate space
Crooked shade designs on a dying earth
Bent and twisted of past sunlight reach
Naked to the green-less world
Rough hewed collections
Of ant trail pathways
And rot of all that was good
Once filled with life, happy on the breeze
Summer fashions of leaf pattern wishes
Colors of blissful post card greetings
Bearing fruit of friendlier times
Now rests in solitude’s wicked grip
Knotted and splintered bark winding
to a tapered end of winter’s calling
Cold fingers on gray-cast skylines
Dying of desperate missings
Fading into a bleak sunset
Disappearing somewhere beyond the dark
That barren branch…is me
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
In the dim night without stars,
I sail on the lonely sea
There are times I wish return,
Tracing the gentle light from the lighthouse of memories
But I realize, I can’t fight the current of your love that has docked.
People say, time is a wise sailor,
Guiding the ship of my heart to calm
But often, I get lost,
Choosing to drift away from the lighthouse’s light
The farther I go, the more I lose your light.
The beginning of this journey was like sailing in a storm,
Waves of doubt crashing mercilessly
But as time goes on, the winds become friendlier,
Carrying my ship towards calm waters
The longer I sail, the easier it is to navigate my heart.
Now in the ocean of dreams,
I continue the voyage we once planned
Though without you, I repair all the damage to my ship
I don’t know, the hardness of the coral reef, as hard as the belief that you still pray for me
Be happy, my lighthouse, I have come this far.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 3:52 AM UTC
I tastest t'is wind-ah, still far too sour, and bitter,
And whether it shall get better, I never knoweth;
But who says t'at our past woes are tethered to our sorrow,
When two souls doth align-and find once more-a brighter shelter?
For every real love shall neither be wrong, faulty, nor mean,
Whenst beauty is appraised, it shall stay humble and remain unseen;
For its comeliness is just like a warm-hearted sparkle,
Even friendlier, than life canst once assume-or handle;
Though ethereal still, in the vagueness of my succulent mirror.
For look-how it returns my kisses not-but tempts it into shabby remorse!
Ah, yet I imagine how it might-and might just feel, to kiss thee,
And free myself-from t'is emptiness which hath oft' set me alight, in agony;
Without thee now, I am too frail and not very strong;
I loveth thee better still-and hath been awaiting thee all along.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Her hair is long.
It flows like cascades over cliffs.
It curls lightly,
The softest curves of clouds.
Her skin is pure caramel and cream.
Smooth. Unmarred.
Silk to the touch, but warmer.
Friendlier. Comfortable.
Her nails grow evenly.
Long, and sharp.
They never bend, or break, or tap.
She rounds them perfectly, and they never catch.
Harmless.
But her eyes.
Her eyes are walls.
You only ever see irises.
Irises and calm.
Her eyes are claws.
Raking, tearing daggers.
Piercing points.
Glistening teeth in deep, and gaping maws.
Her eyes are war.
****** battlements.
Arrows, spears, swords and shields.
Towers.
Walls.
Her eyes are fierce.
Fearless.
Guarded.
Her eyes are cold.
Merciless.
Calculating.
Perfect.
Isn't that what you wanted from me?
To be the perfect woman.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
.
That barren branch
high above this desolate space
Crooked shade designs on a dying earth,
bent and twisted of past sunlight’s reach
Naked to the green-less world
Rough hewed collections
of ant trail pathways
and rot of all that was good
*Once filled with life, happy on the breeze
Summer fashions of leaf pattern wishes
Vistas of blissful post card greetings
Bearing fruit of friendlier times*
Now rests in solitude’s wicked grip
Knotted and splintered bark winding
to a fool's ending in winter’s calling
Cold fingers on gray-cast skylines
dying of desperate missing,
fading into a bleak sunset
Disappearing somewhere beyond the dark,
that barren branch – me
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
I have a blog.
Not a pet dog, but a blog.
Somehow, this blog is a part of my life.
You ask me why?
You tell me that I am wasting my time.
I can see that as well.
But this blog is a part of my life.
This blog helps me express myself, without being too emotional in public.
Makes you see things about myself that I have difficulty speaking about.
Why?
Because people judge me.
I have met friends on this blog.
And they are much friendlier than having a dog.
Much friendlier than you are.
I find things that keep me happy, not sappy.
I find things that make me laugh.
I find things that I love.
I find things that I can relate to.
This blog makes me feel sane, not insane, like you make me feel, everyday.
I am not actually wasting time.
I actually help those in need as well.
And life is swell.
I have a blog that is part of my life!
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
An adventure is what we hoped for,
A good story, a tale for life
But it pains me to say the ending
Wasn't the one we had in mind
We found you in the Blue Mountains,
Sleeping in a place named 'Sweet Dreams'.
So, sweet dreams are what I send to you;
Sweetest dreams for eternity
I won't lie my heart is aching
But Gary you have done us proud,
Proud of everything you've achieved;
Gary, you stood out from the crowd
I'll never forget your charisma,
Your kind heart, your love of life
I'll never forget your dancing,
Showing the pros how to style it right!!
I'll never forget the way you
Told your really terrible jokes,
A massive ball of energy;
I've not met a friendlier bloke
Gary we're going to miss you...
'Miss you' doesn't even come close
To the way we feel without you
It's the good ones you miss the most
So Gary you keep on dancing,
You keep on dancing way up high
And if we're ever feeling lonely
We'll know to look up to the sky
The star that shines the brightest,
Almost mistaken for the moon...
We'll know it's you up there young Gaz
Shining bright on all those you knew.
© Karen L Hamilton, 2013
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Auntie took me
to the large hut
where the wives of soldiers
met for tea and a chat
(or gossip)
there was big black stove
in the center of the room
and a big urn
over in the small kitchen
where women were serving
cups of tea and cakes or biscuits
there was a lot of noise
and voices and baby's crying
and a few kids like me
under 5 or 5 years old
there's Milly
Auntie said
so we went over
to where Milly was sitting
with her little daughter Elsie
Auntie and Milly
started talking
and I sat next to Auntie
and Elsie sat
the other side
of her mum Milly
staring at me
why don't you two
go and get a lemonade
or orange juice and biscuits
Milly said
Elsie pulled a face
not with him
she said
don't be daft
Benny's a good boy
now do as you are told
and go get some
drinks and biscuits
Milly said firmly
I looked at Auntie
then at Elsie
all right
Elsie said glumly
and we went across the room
to where women
where serving
yes dearies
the woman said
what can I get you?
I want an orange juice
and biscuit please
Elsie said
you'll have to ask
for yourself
she said to me moodily
the woman got
a small beaker of orange juice
and a biscuit tin
of broken biscuits
and Elsie helped herself
staring at me
I asked the woman
for some lemonade
and a biscuit
and while she
was getting it for me
I said to Elsie
you can around
to my auntie's place
and we can play
with my toy soldiers
she sipped her orange juice
looking at me
the woman gave me
a beaker of lemonade
and I took
a few broken biscuits
in my other hand
and stood looking at Elsie
I don't want to play
with toy soldiers
I'm a girl
girls' play with dolls
and skip
not play with boy's toys
and she walked off
back to where Auntie
and Milly sat talking
and sat down
I stood watching her
I can come and play
with your toys
I said
she frowned at me
boys don't play
with girl's toys
she said
and my doll
doesn't like you
Elsie don't be so horrible
Milly said
if Benny wants to come
and play he will
or you'll get a slap
Elsie frowned
and looked at the floor
she was no more friendlier
than she was before.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
Back then when the skies were blue
And people were warmer and friendlier.
Love was true and I was sweet.
I was sweet sweet summer and some ****** heat.
I remember the 90s and how life was great
everything then seemed a piece of cake.
But the world grew colder and more more cold,
This was a story that should've never been told
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC