Friend

Friend

In the archery age, arrows are most dreaded

Ravenous Swords and jackknives too

Of ghastly fear and shock in man they render

In this jet age, bombs and missile are most frightful

Just a shot; life shakes death’s horrible hand

But none of these perturbs my heart

None I say, do I dread than your distrust

 

O friend, your distrust do I fear

More than my worst nightmare

More than the witch’s empty threat

O friend, when prophets and prophetesses

Of falsehood beckon at your visage;

When they visit the abode of your heart with true lies

When grapevines fly hither and thither in the county

For sole sake our friendship, be ye wary of them.

 

Swim thee not with them in oceans of unreason

Ne’er dwell with them in their island of foolishness

Tarry not hither, wait for me in the desert of wisdom

In the dusty path of truth, will I meet you with love

Love, so sweet and pure

Purer than crystal

Sweeter than honey

There shall we feast, nurture and ‘mend our bond

That same bond that made us acquaintance

And transformed us to inseparable lovebirds

 

Good things they say, liveth not forever

But  verily I say unto thee,

Ours shall transcend time and space

And the frailest of truth can’t be killed by legions of lies

Pay no mind to the chattering of the market

Lavish thy attention o’er me; thy worthy commodity

For I dread your distrust oh friend

Even more than the ripper’s fang

And this alliance of ours, hath more valuable

to me than the finest of gold!



12 thoughts on “Friend” by smartfingers (@smartfingers)

  1. This is lovely. It also is quite premature for me.

    You see…I just got shafted in the back by someone I trusted…

    Nice.

  2. WOW! It’s that serious! Me I fear Bombs more than a Friend’s distrust though, lol. I can forgive, and move on. But a Bomb will kill me. Nice one, I like it. Has a Shakespearean tone to it too…

    1. when Brutus literally “cut” the loving Caesar, a bloody deed was compounded with ingratitude. It wasn’t the wound that killed Caesar, says Antony, but Brutus’s treachery.
      When a mere acquaintance commit betrays your trust, you don’t feel the pain like when someone close does same. That’s the logic!
      The betrayed lover are the walking dead!

      1. when Brutus literally “cut” the loving Caesar, a bloody deed was compounded with ingratitude. It wasn’t the wound that killed Caesar, says Antony, but Brutus’s treachery.
        When a mere acquaintance betray your trust, you don’t feel the pain like when someone close does same. That’s the logic!
        The betrayed lovers are the walking dead!

  3. Yeah, nice poem O°˚˚˚!. Grapevine isn’t always truthful.

  4. Shakesknife…hehehe…Nice.

  5. the poem is nice.
    i wasn’t really okay with the way it shifted almost suddenly from friend to lovebirds. really rocks if the focus had remained stable(just my tots).

    1. i get you..but really the lover is the “Friend” here…hope you see where am coming from?

  6. WOW! WOW! WOW! Are we witnessing the re-awakening of the might of the poets? Three straight poems in a row, and all massive, massive works.

    @Smartfinger you got something going….I like very much.

    1. thanks man…
      am glad u likey

  7. I giveth thee mine approval.:)

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