Tag Archives: friendship

Hi, I Need Something

10 Feb

Hi, I Need Something

Ever had a friend
Who hasn’t been around?
Who’s let the months pass by
Without making a sound?

They haven’t come to ring your door
They haven’t sent a text
They’re waiting for the right occasion
When to meet up next

“Hello, old friend” they finally say
“Oh my, it’s been a while!
How have things been all this time?”
They ask you with a smile

They’ll nod and make with the chit chat
Before they tell the reason
Of why the silence between you two
Won’t last another season

“I need a favour” is the cause
Of so many friends
Picking up the phone to call
The old means to their ends

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t
Depend on friends for aid
To ask for help is something that
You shouldn’t be afraid

But if that’s all you seem to do
If use is the sole link
Then the name of your friendship
Is something to rethink

Maybe it’s a work arrangement
Maybe it’s a task
It’s certainly not a friendship
If all you do is ask

People are so used to this
When I call a cohort
The first thing that they ask is what
Favour I will extort

“Not a thing” I say with truth
“Just called to say hello
It’s been a while since last we spoke
And wanted you to know

I care about my friends in life
And don’t just call to ask
For a favour whenever
I must complete a task”

So next time something comes about
And you know just the guy
Or girl who would be perfect to
Make your dilemma fly

Take a sec to think about
The last time that you spoke
Did you call them just to ask
A favour to evoke?

If that’s the case I’d recommend
That friendship you revise
Into the role of work arrangement
And forgo the guise

‘Cause friendship isn’t just about
Befriending when in need
Someone who just wants your favours 
Is no friend indeed

                               ~Miro

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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

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

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

Hi, I Need Something

20 Feb

“Hey, long time no chat! How have you been? Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favour…” ~a “friend”

Hi, I Need Something

Ever had a friend
Who hasn’t been around?
Who’s let the months pass by
Without making a sound?

They haven’t come to ring your door
They haven’t sent a text
They’re waiting for the right occasion
When to meet up next

“Hello, old friend” they finally say
“Oh my, it’s been a while!
How have things been all this time?”
They ask you with a smile

They’ll nod and make with the chit chat
Before they tell the reason
Of why the silence between you two
Won’t last another season

“I need a favour” is the cause
Of so many friends
Picking up the phone to call
The old means to their ends

I’m not saying that you shouldn’t
Depend on friends for aid
To ask for help is something that
You shouldn’t be afraid

But if that’s all you seem to do
If use is the sole link
Then the name of your friendship
Is something to rethink

Maybe it’s a work arrangement
Maybe it’s a task
It’s certainly not a friendship
If all you do is ask

People are so used to this
When I call a cohort
The first thing that they ask is what
Favour I will extort

“Not a thing” I say with truth
“Just called to say hello
It’s been a while since last we spoke
And wanted you to know

I care about my friends in life
And don’t just call to ask
For a favour whenever
I must complete a task”

So next time something comes about
And you know just the guy
Or girl who would be perfect to
Make your dilemma fly

Take a sec to think about
The last time that you spoke
Did you call them just to ask
A favour to evoke?

If that’s the case I’d recommend
That friendship you revise
Into the role of work arrangement
And forgo the guise

‘Cause friendship isn’t just about
Befriending when in need
Someone who just wants your favours
Is no friend indeed

                               ~Miro

Faux-Friends

9 Sep

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