Friends (Week 38 Thursday Rally)

I miss my friends
the great times, the good
times, the laughs, the cries
discoveries of social clubs
personified by each one
different persons life

I miss my friends, through
songs sung and rhymes
put with rhythms, creating
hooks, blazing versus
naming Phoreses Fields-

I miss my firneds
sharing coconuts, tripping
off this matrix called life
while few enjoy the
fat joys that pizza brings

I miss my friends
toppings of our
talents, we leave
behind, as we
build monuments
touching hearts
showing mankind

I miss my friends.


Love Manifested

Love manifested, nurtured
Coveted, expected, cherished,

Love manifested from seeds
Heaven sent, nourished bountifully
And offered up to growth

Love manifested from grapes
Turned sour only to be churned to delicious
Droplets of the sweetest red wine

Love manifested turned over
And over creating loaves of love,
Hopes and wishes…manifested in love