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Welcome Back!

18 Nov

Welcome Back!

I’ve always made an effort to keep
In contact with friends
But sometimes that constant effort
Feels lopsided and ends

There have been many who, through years
Have only waited for
Me to put the first foot forward
And walk through the door

“Welcome back!” I hear them say
When I broadcast again
“Haven’t seen or heard from you
Since, oh, I don’t know when!”

But I don’t feel like I’ve been gone
I’ve been here all along
Though they think I have been silent
I’ve been singing my song

The vast majority to which
I speak to will reply
“Welcome back!” because they’re so
Used to saying goodbye

But there’s a handful of true friends
Who do reciprocate
And never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they do not wait

They never wonder, “Where you been?”
Because they make the call
Because they send the note
No matter how minor or small

They are the Alex’s and Sue’s
The Richard’s and Gab-May’s
The ones who do not just reply
They’re warriors who say

“Hello!’ and are not just an audience
Waiting for more
They never give a “Welcome back!”
Because they don’t ignore

The effort that it takes to be
A true friend and maintain
To nurture, sustain, prolong and
No fear enters their brain

No doubt if they should bother and
No shyness to speak up
No laziness to take a drive
And chat over a cup

I do appreciate the “Welcome Back!”’s
That I receive
But know that silently I say
Each time, “I didn’t leave”

Still here, still breathing
Still pounding my warrior chest
Still conquering my pain, still pondering
Still feeling blessed

Still singing, still snarling, still showing
My fierce razor fangs
My feather quill still writes and my
Steel sword still swings and clangs

I simply take a side step and
Remove myself from stage
Still here, just not under spotlight
Off to the side I wage

So ask yourself, next time you tell
An old friend, “Welcome back!”
Were they really gone or did you
Not pick up the slack?

Are you a friend who doesn’t wait
Or audience on hold
Do you wait and say, “Welcome back!”
Or do you act more bold?

                               ~Miro

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Out of Touch

17 Mar

“A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often – just to save it from drying out completely.” ~Pam Brown

Out of Touch

I’ve always made an effort to
Keep in touch with my friends
But recently I did something
Which caused a massive cleanse

I do not have a message in
This poem that you’re reading
Rather just some facts I will
Describe and will be feeding

It’s up to you to decide on
The point of this here write
Now without further adieu
Let’s shed a little light

For all my life I had been one
To call, to write, to pop
But two years past I decided
For the most part, to stop

No longer would I hound people
To hang out and connect
I would do the bare minimum
And observe the effect

What I found was two years passed
And I no longer saw
Friends I’d had since the first grade
All of them did withdraw

I had plenty of friends within
The movie industry
For three years I helped run a fest
And put names on marquee

But when the festival was done
And I did not reach out
Most of them did not touch base
Contact, interact, shout

Just a few did drop a line
But more favors were asked
Politely I declined to be
Of one more favor tasked

My personal page on Facebook
Had grown three thousand strong
I posted, liked and chatted with
So many to prolong

The sense of being connected
But when my efforts stopped
Almost all activity
On my profile dropped

I started clearing out “friend list”
Of people who did not
Ever take the time to write
To chat or share a thought

It dwindled down from three thousand
To one hundred and fifty
Only people who remained
Where those I found quite nifty

People who inspired me
Who had passion and grace
People who made efforts and
I did not need to chase

Of the nearly three thousand
That I had just “unfriended”
Only two did notice that
Our connection had ended

These days I am quite content
To know which friends are true
And which were merely passing ships
That I have bid “adeiu”

Would the same be said for you
If you are one who tries
To keep connected to a crowd
Of many girls and guys?

What would happen if you just
Decided not to call
Which are fleeting friends and which
Are in for the long haul?

                          ~Miro

In Your Face

17 Nov

In Your Face

My style’s described by many folks
As being “In Your Face”
I’ve found when trying to convey
A point, it’s the best place

To focus all your energy
When expressing a thought
A point related far away
Is one that’s made for naught

But when you get right in their face
And grab their full attention
When it’s right up close, it seems
To get full comprehension

When the world’s distractions seem
So far away compared
To the thing that’s “In Your Face”
And leaves you feeling scared

Or awkward or uncomfortable
That’s when it will get through
Only then does the concept
Start to hit home with you

It’s why e-mails are ignored
And texts get no response
Why phone calls are often greeted
With aloof nonchalance

But when intense eye contact’s made
And full attention’s aimed
Squarely right between their eyes
And stated unashamed

The listener cannot ignore
The passion of what’s said
That’s why most effective points
Are made close to your head

                                ~Miro

Try Harder

1 Sep

Try Harder

When you try your best and it doesn’t work
And you lose your cool and then go berserk
Try harder

When you make a plan that’s not in the cards
When you’re tackled short of just a few yards
Try harder

When you get a message and you think it can wait
And you put off responding ‘till a later date
Try harder

When you’ve had a bad day that’s pushed you to the brink
And you try to find solace by grabbing a drink
Try harder

When you’re mad at someone ’cause they screwed up once more
And you unload on them with your vengeful roar
Try harder

When you know you should go for a jog or a run
But you stay on the couch because it’s more fun
Try harder

When you’re asked for your help but you tell them “I can’t”
Because you’re so busy you’ve no time to grant
Try harder

When you see something weird and make fun with jokes
‘Cause your personal tastes are not like those folks
Try harder

When you throw in the towel and whimper “I quit!”
‘Cause you can’t bare to take another big hit
Try harder

When you come home from work and just sit on the couch
And spend your evening being a tired grouch
Try harder

When someone you love doesn’t get your attention
When their thoughtfulness doesn’t get any mention
Try harder

When you read or see something that brings up your mood
But you don’t share with others so they’ll feel renewed
Try harder

Business Card

12 Aug

Business Card

“Can I get your business card?” is what
I often hear folks ask
Whenever they find out what I
Have chosen as my task

Writer, actor, editor
Director, “movie-guy”
Many different channels which
Do make all my time fly

“I may have something that I’ll need
Your help with very soon”
Not the first time that I’ve heard
Them sing that wishful tune

They use words like “Maybe” and “if”
And “possibly,” “perhaps”
Hopeful aspirations which
Bring on the “oohs” and claps

I give my card and they put it
Away for the right time
When everything falls into place
To make my cell phone chime

The thing is, my phone never rings
From someone with my card
Took a while for me to see
It’s something they discard

I wondered if maybe there was
A typo in the number
E-mail address or website
That had caused the long slumber

But nope, the data’s all correct
And as it should appear
The fate of my business card then
Becomes to me quite clear

Tossed out to the wind or at
The bottom of a bin
Ironic since it was taken
With such an anxious grin

I’ve given out hundreds of cards
And can’t recall one case
I’ve ever heard back from someone
Who followed through the chase

It’s been years since I had any
To give away, although
I still get asked quite frequently
That’s when I let them know

“My business card is now online
It’s not that hard to find
No more print expenditures
And no more trees to grind”

No website to memorize
Or number to retain
Google’s made life easier
For every cluttered brain

“Do a search for my name and
You’ll find my own website
Or look me up on Facebook and
When there feel free to write”

Don’t have room inside your head
To remember my name?
Text yourself with your cell phone
Please, show me you have game

Show me some intensity
That you do in fact care
That you know you can’t just talk
You also have to dare

To follow through, to roll up sleeves
To toil, sweat and grind
Accomplishment is not something
Just on the ground you find

Like a tossed out business card
That started out so well
Exchanged with words of how we both
Were going to excel

Waste of money, pulp and ink
I’ve come to realize
“Here’s my card” is an expression
I’ve come to despise

Because you can’t make people care
By giving them a piece
Of paper, three point five by two
And waiting for increase

In profit or in other things
Like your networking clique
It takes more than a business card
To make their interest pique

You have to make the call yourself
Or send a few e-mails
Learn from Andy in Shawshank
Persistence never fails!

So throw away your business card
Before someone else does
It’s time we all accepted that
It’s just a waste because

It’s too easy to throw away
Too easy to ignore
It doesn’t motivate us to
Do all the things we swore

Please don’t ask me for mine ‘cause
I just don’t see what good
A business card has ever done
It’s just a waste of wood

                         Miro