This site was initially going to show some travel photos and a few friends. However, it soon became clear that we had more friends than travel photos.
Here are some pictures from The Best of Friends & Other Troublemakers collection, as well as a selection of the fourth worst poetry in the known universe.
A collection of bad poetry from good friends.
|"Don't kid yourself, your work isn't worth erasing." J&L M|
What Shall I do
With my feelings?
Crumple them up
And dispose of them
In the waste paper basket?
Maybe I should wrap them
In Saran Wrap
And store them
In a freezer
Until I can cope.ds
Iím afraid to love:
Like a little child going to school
for the first time,
Like stepping into the lakeís cold water
for the first time,
Like sitting in the Dentistís chair
waiting for a filling.
I remember ...
Trying to jump and dive
in the public swimming pool
And being paralyzed
by some inexplicable feeling.
Itís not the love,
its the consequences.ds
Two equine wisps of fog
Trotted across the roadds
Was like a summer shower
That let my parched soul renew itself,
With the gentle moisture
Of your love.
If only once more
I could bask
In the rays of your love,
My dormant heart would bud.
I weep for you,
My soul is filled
Crowned with a glow,
Like a graveyard
Strewn with roses.
You had flown beside me
Like a beautiful butterfly.
Why did you dampen my wings
So that I could no longer move,
And then laugh?
Almost each time
I share an umbrella
I recall you,
And you saying;
ďWhoíd ever think Iíd be next to you
in the rain sharing an umbrella?Ē
While all I had been thinking;
ďWhat a miserable day.Ē
And yet I reflected
on your joy.
And it made me happy to know
you liked walking in the rain,
because I was with you.
I walk in the rain with others,
sharing an umbrella.
itís not the same.ds
The moon illuminated the sleeping sentinel of trees
that had grown drowsy in their nocturnal vigil.
All evening the snow had fallen
to repose on the already dormant ground.
The naked birch trees shivered
as the could substance touched their limbs,
and were unable to support
so large a layer of white powder
as were their more stalwart companions,
their arms clothed in fur of emerald green.ds
I was introduced to a new lady,
canny and artful.
Her impressive heritage spoke
of famous and opulent ancestors.
Her unflinching eyes of experience haunted me.
Her seductive form promised me new excitement
But when I stripped her,
I knew sheíd been abused.
All my gestures were anticipated
and my performance equally predicted.
She tried to display practiced graciousness,
but in the ensuing months,
her unrestrained tongue lashed me open
like a stinging whip,
and my cheeks were raw from her icy remarks
and gusty winds.
Her concrete body bespeaks no tenderness.
Her phony panache is spewed in my face,
like the vapor of a hastily smoked cigarette.
Nothing softens her hardness.
Now my mind feels like an amorphous mass.
My shell of security has been cracked,
and Iíve tumbled into a frying pan
of festering debris.
As I sit here now, I ask myself
What is a friend?
Such a small word,
Yet it means so much to me.
A friend is someone you can laugh with,
At things that make no sense at all,
Itís someone you can cry with,
And doesnít make you feel two inches tall.
A friend is always there,
Itís someone you can call,
When life becomes too difficult,
And youíre headed for a fall.
A friend is there to pick you up,
And put you back on your feet
Itís someone youíre so proud of,
You want everyone to meet.
A friend is a gift from Jehovah,
Yes itís very precious indeed,
And I thank Jehovah so very much,
For giving such friends to me.
What is a friend?
As I look back at what Iíve just written,
I can answer without a doubt,
That a friend is you.
And the good times weíve shared together,
Have made the word friend
Very precious to me.
So thank you friend, for being there
And making me feel,
That no matter how far away I am,
Youíll always be there,
When I need a friend.