Tag Archives: friends

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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Shyness

11 Jan

Shyness

As difficult as it may be to think that I was shy
Yes, it’s true, this Warrior was once a timid guy
A permanent frog in my throat when I was just a lad
Always hearing “You’re so quiet!” from every comrade

And as my boldness grew, I saw the same shyness in others
And recognized the source of it in my sisters and brothers
Remembered well why I minced words, held tongue and took the fifth:
An overwhelming urge to please all and get along with

Fear of being rejected, not liked, thought poorly of
Fear of being ridiculed and mocked, deprived of love
I conquered shyness with acceptance that all which I feared
Was already in full affect, its ugly head had reared

Despite all of my efforts, there was still mocking and hate
Despite my quietness and caring, still they would berate
Despite my politeness and empathy still they would tease
Despite the warmth within my heart, around me was a freeze

Perhaps my teens or twenties, I no longer recall when
It started being clear that all these women and these men
That I had been so shy around and tried to gratify
Were not people who were worthy of being my ally

Upside down my world had turned, from thinking “all are friends!”
To being more judgmental and now saying, “It depends”
I saw the world through different eyes when I spoke loud and clear
Refused to be talked over, teased, belittled with a jeer

The magic phrase for you shy ones whose voices are so soft
The magic phrase to ask yourself as well as throw aloft
The magic phrase to ask real loud with bass and force and starch:
The magic phrase that raises eyebrows and makes their backs arch:

“Who are you?” is what I’d ask myself as I’d discern
“Who are you?” I’d ask with no regret and sometimes burn
“Who are you?” I’d ask and see the lack of discipline
“Who are you?” I’d ask and watch the tearing of thin skin

“Who are you?” I’d ask and those who gladly dished it out
Showed they couldn’t take it too as they would whine and pout
When I would ask myself just WHY should I care for this person
The truth is that my shyness would vanish instead of worsen

“Tell me what have you done? What’s your passion? What’s the price
You pay day in and day out? Tell me why should *I* be nice?”
And that is when I learned how many have entitlement
How many think that they are owed without sweat being spent

So if your voice does tremble, if your heart begins to pound
If your hands are clammy and the room spins round and round
Ask the question and perhaps all those who make you shy
Aren’t people you’ll waste worry on, instead, just a “Good-bye”

                                                       ~Miro

Strangers

23 Mar

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Strangers

I’ve recently made an attempt
To befriend random folks
A smile, a wave, a “Hello” and
Some chat-chat tried to coax

My findings were quite disappointing
Most were much too guarded
They were too busy and my efforts
Were quickly discarded

Many looks of suspicion
And much fear did I sense
My friendly and warm smile was
Met with a look quite tense

Very few humans are open
To meeting new people
Whether it’s the street, bus stop
Or under a church steeple

Why is everyone afraid
And always thinks the worst?
Why must people be hounded
Begged, pestered and coerced?

To be honest it makes me sad
To think about how shy
Defensive, cautious and averse
So many are to “Hi”

To put it into perspective
I wrote a poem filled
With inspiration and kind words
To help someone’s strength build

I tried to give this note away
But everyone responded:
“No thanks” as they hurried off
Each one of them absconded

I stood there staring at the note
And chuckled to myself
All their preconceived notions
To protect their own health

All their worry and caution
Had denied them a chance
To have their spirit boosted and
Their attitude enchanced

Because they thought I wanted something
Or was selling God
They thought to be that friendly and
Selfless was much too odd

I crumpled up the note and threw it
Right into the trash
I guess the only paper people
Take is cold, hard cash

Thank God for the internet
Where people stop and read
Where preconceived notions do not
Obstruct every good deed

                            ~Miro

“I Give Up On You”

28 Feb
Another cold, harsh truth that many won’t be able to accept because they’ve been taught to “never give up on the people they love.” The truth is some of those people are parasites completely controlled by ego and will only sap your strength, not be helped by it..

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I Give Up On You

Countless readers have told me that my writing has said
Exactly in poetic form what they thought in their head
Concepts that they couldn’t find the right words to describe
And my poem took those thoughts and did properly transcribe

So here’s another rhyming song for something that is tough
Words for how you can tell someone that enough’s enough
When someone’s failed you many times and will so many more
It’s hard to not definitively want to close that door

We want to hope, we want to pray, that they will figure out
That what they’re doing’s selfish and they’ll take the proper route
We want to believe they will come around and open eyes
To cease with all their hating, accusations or their lies

There comes a time when intuition speaks to us quite clear
It tells us that it’s pointless now and that the end is near
And yet there’s messages from past which conflict and say “Wait!”
“You can’t abandon them, there’s hope that they’ll get their life straight!”

Confusion comes because to quit seems such a simple thing
But no, my brothers and sisters, it’s harder than to cling
To give up on someone who we gave so much love and hope
Is an extremely difficult climb up a lofty slope

It takes your effort, concentration, adamance, resolve
To make a friendship that you cared so much for just dissolve
It takes a constant reminder to self that it is right
That those who care just for themselves must be gone from our sight

And it’s important to remember that we’re not God
We cannot perform miracles on people who are flawed
We do our best and let it go and leave the rest to fate
We must release ourselves from that unreasonable weight

For it is truly without reason why we still stand by
People who destroy themselves and make their loved ones cry
There’s no reason in standing by someone who doesn’t care
You’re not a slave, you’re not a captive in their tragic lair

So stand up, speak up and say it, say “I give up on you”
I did my best, I’m satisfied that I cannot get through
I’m not a God or wizard and can only do so much
And so I now release you from my hopeful, caring clutch

It’s over, I give up because you’re just a parasite
Sucking life from anyone who casts their graceful light
It’s time you tried to shine yourself, and so I bid good day
I give up on you is all that I have left to say”

Sometimes it’s these cutting words, not words soft and so sweet
That rattle cages and force selfish ego’s quick retreat
A Warrior does not encourage, pander or condone
Ingratitude or thoughtlessness and makes their feelings known

                                                            ~Miro

Halfway

4 Dec

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Halfway

Friends / acquaintances, sometimes
The line can become blurred
A friend is someone who does not
Travel only a third

Or no distance at all, a friend
Will meet you halfway there
A friend can bare half of the load
Because a friend does care

Acquaintances can not be bothered
So we’re forced to carry
Because they may be too busy
Lazy or just too wary

They might not want to trust again
So it’s left up to us
To make all calls, to send e-mails
To choose when we discuss

To plan, to set, to make sure that
All events are arranged
And if we only do our half
Then they become estranged

It’s why I am grateful to the
Handful of friends I know
Who see the two miles between us
And one mile they will go

They meet me in the middle and
It speaks about our bond
The willingness to not just take
But give, help, and respond

It urges me to ask more of
My would-be friends that I
Naively just accept as brother
Sister and ally

It urges me to shed the light
Of truth on “friends” who never
Give a thought, an effort, energy
Strain to endeavor

These aren’t “friends,” they’re just people
With whom we pass the time
Associates who aren’t involved
With our life’s constant climb

We can’t draw on them for our strength
Support, passion or grace
They’re not there right beside us as we
Battle, strive and chase

I’ve started asking more from others
Not full, simply half
I’ve made an effort to not go
Whole way on their behalf

And it has been enlightening
To learn just who can’t travel
Just as far as I’m willing
On the very same gravel

It has been hard to let them go
But for the few that do
Meet me in the middle, my
Respect now does accrue

And though it may scare you to ask
I urge you to request
Don’t do all the work yourself
Sometimes you have to test

Sometimes you have to see if they
Get the concept of “fair”
Of “balance,” “symmetry” and see
If distance they will share

Worry not for those who won’t
Budge when you’ve walked a mile
You did your part while they did not
Wave goodbye with a smile

And focus all your energy
On gratitude for those
Who meet you in the middle and
Watch how that friendship grows

                                      ~Miro

Non-Warrior Poetry: Unfriendly

31 Aug

*Here’s a new concept I’ve been playing around with: Non-Warrior Poetry. Spoken from the point of view of people I consider selfish & fearful, based on my Empathic study of such people, as well as self-study from past experience before discovering the Way of the Warrior Poet. This first poem is written from the point of view of every unfriendly person who didn’t feel they needed to give you the time of day because they already had enough people that they considered “friend,” how that perception changes over time, and how ultimately unfulfilling that friendship can be with someone who is initially so unfriendly.
Enjoy,
~Miro

“Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.“ ~Rod McKuen, Looking for a Friend

Non-Warrior Poetry: Unfriendly

Sorry, I’m not interested in making a new friend
I’ve got all that I need right now and don’t want to expend
The time or effort that it takes to meet somebody new
I think I’ll just stick with my old, familiar, same crew

I just don’t feel like listening, conversing and sharing
There’s only a few times a year that I can be that caring
Sorry, stranger, all booked up, be on your merry way
I’m not the least bit interested in what you have to say

You never know,  you may be one of those psychotic freaks
That’s always the vibe that I get from anyone that seeks
To speak to random strangers who I’ve never met before
Like I said, I have some friends and don’t need anymore

Maybe if we bump into each other on the street
A few more times and randomly with no pressure do meet
I will feel comfortable enough to say “Hey, I know you
You’re the one who used to be completely strange and new

But now because some time has passed, even though nothing has changed
Somehow I feel you might not be psychotic or deranged
So we should hang, yes let me know, we’ll make some plans real soon”
But really, that’s just something that I do politely croon

Out of sight and mind is how I am with all my friends
I guess that our relationship can now join those same trends
Seeya later, former stranger, now old acquaintance
Looking forward to having our new friendship commence

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