UNWRITER Ron Berry

October 28, 2008

A poem

Filed under: writing — unwriter1 @ 3:49 pm
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I haven’t had time to write anything so I thought I’d post a poem I wrote that fits with the last post. Thank you everyone for expressing how special Joyce is. I’m very proud of her. As I’ve said before, there is no one like her. Now I know that this may upset her, but darn it, she IS special. I just happen to be someone who cares for her very much whether she likes it or not. She makes me smile and I try to do the same for her.

ok, before I start getting sentimental and I’ve been known to do that, let me put this short and not so well written poem on here.

Friends

The games we play
Or talk for hours on end
We get together and pray
The constant email that we send

There are many I have not met
Yet I know them like they lived next door
These, my friends in groups on the Internet
More precious than gold, I am never poor

With ID’s attached to a name
Some friends, fiends do become
Our friendship is not a game
The whole of the parts, exceeds the sum

Are any of these people like me
Some are worse, but the hardships brings us close
Must I be sane or normal for others to see
That I am me and not some character I pose

These are friends the ones I know
Some live close, others far away
I am known only by the words I show
Yet all these people, friends forever I pray

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7 Comments »

  1. true friends are… true friends are like treasures of gold and silveralways ready to provide reassurances or helpsending encouragements of words and deedsnever allow you to fall into the pitted pits of doom true friends are like sparkling diamonds and rare gemsalways ready to stick closer to you than even a brotherfinding the right words or sayings of pick-you-upsremembering we are imperfect and faults will come true friends are like refreshing waters on a hot dayalways ready to guide and protect you from harm’s waylending a shoulder to cry on, or a listening earsticking with you through all the thicks and thins Copyright 07/16/2007MahTame ~~~There is not a matter of distance when friendship occurs, be it nearby or across the world. A good writing Ron!

    Comment by Melanie Campos — October 28, 2008 @ 4:14 pm | Reply

  2. I like this! It`s verytrue..I think you would do well at poetry..

    Comment by Faye — October 28, 2008 @ 4:21 pm | Reply

  3. Poetry fits you well.

    Comment by Oris Reed — October 28, 2008 @ 6:27 pm | Reply

  4. This poem is very nice what you said about friends,
    especially how it ends.

    Comment by Pstor Bill Mazzulla — October 28, 2008 @ 8:28 pm | Reply

  5. Ron,
    Your poem expresses very nicely the beauty of online friendships.

    Comment by lillieammann — October 28, 2008 @ 10:42 pm | Reply

  6. Ron,

    Just recently I have made 4 new friends online including you. I’ve been thinking a lot about how important they’ve become. There are some heart-breaking things happening in my life thanks to “off line” friends and family having trouble accepting and understanding my illness and burdens. Without my online friends who listen, accept, encourage and pray – I’m not sure how I’d get by.

    A lot of people screamed “evil!” when computers were a future approaching. Yet, i’ve found computers have become an extension of the Hand of God.

    You are a GREAT poet, a wonderful friend and a super wordscraftsman.
    Love,
    Becky

    Comment by Beka — October 29, 2008 @ 2:47 am | Reply

  7. Nicely sums up online friendships

    Comment by Jo Linsdell — October 29, 2008 @ 8:21 am | Reply


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