PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Be angry, real angry when betrayed,

And meant, - served last - to pick up scabs and crumbs

Of meat  served first to newer friends of late

By eager somersaulting Sir  Tom Thumb.



Be not ashamed at all to cry out loud,-

Injustice does disturb the universe,

Keeps planets turning, so protest!  cry out!

For keeping silent does invite a curse.



Don’t swallow anger, - stuff it, but declare

It openly lest greater ills arise,

And stuffing for the soul is hard to bear,-

It makes  the heart - politely - turn to ice.



Consider honest anger not taboo,

It is legitimate and has its place,

And stuffing anger only will accrue

The growth of poison in the soul apace



Lo! cynics are so civil and polite,

Their blood stream has already turned to ice,

The heart strings froze, no hurt, nor rage, but blight

Maintains the cynic, cold and worldly wise.



Turn not a cynic, holler, shout  and  scream,

If hurt your soul’s capacities exceeds,

Voice rather  anger  against  her or him,-

For stuffing wrong to cynicism leads.



She had a friend, to  whom  her whole heart clung,

Believed with every fiber in this friend,

But things did change, and something went so wrong,

Much to her grief and great bewilderment



Lo! without qualms he pushed the friend aside,

To give precedence to the newer friends,

And made a detour round her large and wide,

To pick up crumbs he dropped and odds and ends.



But fell before the newest friends prostrate,

So all together changed a man was he,

Forgetting  everything  they once had had,-

A dereliction nightmare’s apogee.



Prefer  your  mom  to Greta Garbo please!

And faithful an old  friend to chatty  teens,

And serving God to doubtful ministries,

Of new discovered goddesses and queens.



Be angry friends  when cheated and deceived,-

In  conduct,  action is  revealed the truth,

With sanctimonious words naught is achieved,

When wrong  is great,- words  only sound  abstruse



There is precedence,- laws  of preference,

Incised by the Creator in man’s soul,

But choice and option  and intelligence,

These faculties are under man’s control.



And once  you chose, there is a consequence,

You had the option lo! for man is free,

T ’is useless to complain  about the lens

If the myopic does not wish to see.



Old friendship’s bond, - taken for granted, -thus

Thought of  for nurturing  interest too old,

Invulnerable, -dulled behind the bush

It stands  and by necessity must hold.



The friendship is so old thus must sustain

Whatever may be thrown at it and hold,

And wait behind the bush for the warm rain

To water it because the bond is old.  



So old a friendship is it and thus  must

In spite of kicks and blows keep high the chin,

Nor can it fall apart, it has to last,

It grew  the elephant’s enduring skin. .



It’s said that pots blow up with eel and stew,

“Taken for granted” - strongest pots explode,

Emotions friends are wired into you,

For a good reason by Almighty God.



© Elizabeth Dandy