Watering Flowers

“There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.”  ~Robert Brault

Watering Flowers

There was a flower named Woman
Who, much like other flowers
Needed watering to bloom
But the name of these showers

Were “compliment” and “gratitude”
“Acknowledgement” and “praise”
These simple words of kindness made
This flower’s petals raise

Unfortunate to say the least
That there were very few
Who made the effort to water
These flowers so they grew

The thought was silly to most men
Who felt abashed to say
Anything that would help these
Flowers bloom all the way

Or if they didn’t think it silly
Then they were afraid
That despite good intentions, the
Flower would be dismayed

Harassment, innuendo, or
Some other type of tease
Said only to get something
So they themselves could please

One truth about the world is that
There are so few who speak
Words that are not intended
To be a harsh critique

There are so few who compliment
That any flattery
Will almost always be taken
With elation and glee

“You look nice today,” “I love
What you’ve done with your hair”
“You have a lovely smile,” few men
Ever seem to dare

“You’re beautiful,” “You’re gorgeous,”
“You are stunning,” “You’re so cute”
Every man can say these things
But most of them are mute

But pay attention if you have
The guts to say these things
You men, look closely, see what kind of
Radiance it brings

To Woman’s face when she’s watered
With this kind of affection
The pure smile, the joyful eyes
And rosy, warm complexion

So speak up, men, be Warriors
Not just with swords and spears
But with your words which can be liquid
Life to Woman’s ears

                                                 ~for Luana

Screw Ups

Screw Ups

We’re told that should stand by those
Who are having it rough
But there’s a point where even Warriors
Say “That’s enough”

We show support and have hope much
Longer than most would last
But there’s a point where patience should
Be a thing of the past

And that’s with Screw Ups, people who
Aren’t trying very hard
People with ingratitude
Who simply disregard

The caring and concern that their
Friends and family show
Once again, the Warrior
Says what causes most woe

“What you’re doing hasn’t,
Doesn’t, and won’t work for me
I’m letting go ‘cause you’re a Screw Up
Of highest degree”

The Warrior lets go and stops
Letting Screw Ups frustrate
They don’t hold animosity
Or any kind of hate

They simply give up hope which is
An act most cannot do
We want to think that everyone
Could improve and come through

The Warrior’s a realist
And knows a truth that’s bleak:
Some people are permanently
Selfish, scared and weak

The Warrior has the courage
To let the Screw Ups go
They must fend for themselves if they
Do stand a chance to grow

And Warriors are weary when
A Screw Up says they’ve changed
They know that transformation won’t come
From being estranged

It comes from striving, pondering
From giving, sacrifice
It comes from letting go of self
Which is a heavy price

That most Screw Ups just cannot pay
Because “self” is their life
They place their own happiness before
That of a husband, wife

A son, a daughter or parent
A stranger or a friend
Quit on Screw Ups and your time
On better causes spend

                             ~Miro

Watering Flowers

“There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.”  ~Robert Brault

Watering Flowers

There was a flower named Woman
Who, much like other flowers
Needed watering to bloom
But the name of these showers

Were “compliment” and “gratitude”
“Acknowledgement” and “praise”
These simple words of kindness made
This flower’s petals raise

Unfortunate to say the least
That there were very few
Who made the effort to water
These flowers so they grew

The thought was silly to most men
Who felt abashed to say
Anything that would help these
Flowers bloom all the way

Or if they didn’t think it silly
Then they were afraid
That despite good intentions, the
Flower would be dismayed

Harassment, innuendo, or
Some other type of tease
Said only to get something
So they themselves could please

One truth about the world is that
There are so few who speak
Words that are not intended
To be a harsh critique

There are so few who compliment
That any flattery
Will almost always be taken
With elation and glee

“You look nice today,” “I love
What you’ve done with your hair”
“You have a lovely smile,” few men
Ever seem to dare

“You’re beautiful,” “You’re gorgeous,”
“You are stunning,” “You’re so cute”
Every man can say these things
But most of them are mute

But pay attention if you have
The guts to say these things
You men, look closely, see what kind of
Radiance it brings

To Woman’s face when she’s watered
With this kind of affection
The pure smile, the joyful eyes
And rosy, warm complexion

So speak up, men, be Warriors
Not just with swords and spears
But with your words which can be liquid
Life to Woman’s ears

                                                 ~for Luana

Good Boy

“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull

Good Boy

I’ve lost grandfathers and grandmothers
Uncles and friends, a few
But none of them has left me feeling
Quite as sad and blue

As when my Husky-Shepherd, Bear
Did pass away this week
It’s the first time in years that my
Eyes have been moved to leak

My tears are flowing ‘cause Bear was
My loyalist of friends
He’d run beside me anywhere
To the Earth’s very ends

At forty-seven kilos he was
Aptly named as “Bear”
But despite his powerful frame
There was love in his stare

Happiness and joy, he was
My puppy ‘till the last
Gliding gracefully on sidewalks
I was not as fast

He was my trainer, pushing me
To try harder each day
When we hit hills and I could not
Go on, he’d pull away

I’m thankful for those moments of
Heaven he gave to me
Fast and free was what he knew
True happiness to be

I’m grateful that I did not have
To watch my stalwart pal
Grow old and weak and fall apart
Slow down and lose morale

He was old only for a day
With stooped back and head low
We took him for a car ride and he
Felt the cool wind blow

We told him that we loved him and
That he was a good boy
We let him know how much he meant
How much he had brought joy

His suffering did not last long
Bear liked all things full blast
And so I shouldn’t be surprised
His old age didn’t last

My puppy lay there peacefully
As beautiful as ever
A sheen on his soft fur is how
I’ll think of him forever

Great big powerful paws that
Had pulled me on our runs
Somehow still so delicate
After hauling those tons

The backyard seems so empty now
His presence resonates
“Beware of Dog” still on the fence
His claw marks on the gates

When I was young I wondered why
The dog was “man’s best friend”
It wasn’t ‘till my puppy passed
That I did comprehend

Their love is unconditional
Their loyalty unmatched
Their place within our heart secure
Once onto us they’ve latched

I wish I could have been as loyal
Loving and devoted
I wish that all of his traits had
Been acknowledged and noted

Before he was no longer here
But that is a dog’s duty
To be ahead of the pack when it
Comes to showing beauty

To show us humans how it’s done
To smile through it all
To live a life with vigor and
When gone, to make us bawl

Good bye, old friend, old warrior
I’ll miss you very much
I’ll miss your great big howl and
Your soft and gentle touch

Good bye my beautiful best friend
Our time I did enjoy
Good bye, Bear Dog, you Big Smelly
You were such a good boy

                                   ~for Bear
                                         2001-2012

Faux-Friends

Faux-Friends

They say that true friends are those that
You may not see for years
But when you do meet up again
It’s all old fun and cheers

They say it’s like there hasn’t been
A day that has passed by
Since the last time that you chatted
With your old ally

With all due respect to those
Who believe in this theory
I call it a bunch of crap
And here’s what makes me weary:

Many years ago when I
Was still a little boy
I thought I had many friends
To count on and enjoy

My older brother pointed out
“Do you know what friend means?”
His definition thoroughly
Blew mine to smithereens

He said, “A friend is someone who
Will be there when you call
At three o’clock in the morning
And they will never stall

They won’t groan and complain about
Not getting enough sleep
They won’t say that you owe them one
And payback will be steep

They’ll just get in their car and come
To make sure you’re alright
It doesn’t matter if it’s busy
Day or quiet night”

This definition of a friend
Has stuck with me since then
It’s helped me to identify
My true friends from the men

And women who are nothing more
Than people that I’ve met
Willing to make acquaintance
Until the price is sweat

Happy to sit down and have
A coffee if it fits
Within their busy schedule
As long as time permits

And even if a date is set
How often do they say
“Sorry, something has come up
Let’s do another day”

The thing about going so long
Without seeing your friend
Is that it shows lack of caring
When you both distend

Maintenance is how you care
For your health and well being
Only with a daily effort
Are you guaranteeing

A strong and healthy mind and body
Same goes for your car
If you never get it tuned
It won’t go very far

So why would someone think that you
Can just neglect a friend?
Go years without contacting
And no effort expend?

And then when you bump into them
By mere coincidence
Or maybe their initiative
The friendship’s still immense?

Doesn’t make much sense to me
Friends don’t drop out of sight
And randomly pop up again
And friendship reignite

Faux-friends are what those are called
The ones who smile so wide
And say “So good to see you!”
Then back into silence slide

I’m not saying that you should wait
For others to call you
Quite the opposite, in fact
Pick up the phone, pursue

Make an effort to connect
With friends who are estranged
If schedules do not permit
Then make them rearranged

Do your best to pull your weight
‘Cause friendships are a team
But if you’re pulling the whole load
Soon you’ll be losing steam

And that’s when you can stop calling
And then look forward to
One day bumping into that
Faux-friend that you once knew

                                   Miro

Friend

Friend

A friend is a person
Who’s different than most
Truth is there’s few
Of their number to boast

A friend is someone
Who doesn’t just say
“How are you doing?”
Then goes on their way

A friend is an ally
Who sets time aside
To simply be there
For you to confide

A friend listens closely
When you have to tell
Doesn’t point fingers
Just wishes you well

A friend makes an effort
To not drift apart
To maintain the bond
There was in the start

A friend writes you back
When you reach out first
And reaches to you
When roles are reversed

A friend is proud of you
When praise is bestowed
Never once thinking
To them something’s owed

A friend is not jealous
When something goes right
And gives benefit
Of doubt in a fight

A friend will come out
Not just in fair weather
They’ll join in the storm
To ride out together

A friend will support
When they’d rather decline
Defends in a fight
With heart, fists and spine

A friend is the one
Who’ll tell you the truth
Even when it
Is extremely uncouth

A friend will pop in
For no reason at all
No barbecue needed
No party or ball

They just want to say
That you’re a true friend
So be one to them
Let your friendship extend

                                 Miro

Angel Eyes

Angel Eyes

Though we’re not made up
Of the same DNA
I consider him “brother”
In every way

He’s a rock in the storm
And an ear for a gripe
Always a smile
Through the maddening tripe

To seek and to find
And to never yield
Are this warrior poet’s
Preferred choice of shield

And his sword is as mighty
As Arthur’s own blade
Tempered by honor
Throughout his crusade

But enough about swords
And shields and blood ties
The most telling detail
Is in this man’s eyes

If a window to the soul
Is what the eyes show
Then an Angel resides
Within him, I know

Because I’ve seen his benevolence
It continues to shine
And his selfless spirit
Is downright divine

The nickname may come
From an old Eastwood flick
But something about it
Just seems to click

Not because he’s Italian
Or tough as Van Cleef
It’s his unyielding gusto
His abiding belief

That people are good
That each person has worth
That life should be lived
With passion and mirth

So on May 25th
To my Angel Eyed friend
I say Happy Birthday
May your mirth never end

                                  Happy Birthday Matt