Poetry and Other Writings

Missing my friend, Tina Bedina

Seems like it was just yesterday

When we’ve last talked on the phone

You were worrying if I would stay

As your friend forever, ne’er alone

I was going to the sandy shore

Chasing salty waves to and fro

You wondered if I would ignore

Our friendship; to just let it all go

Many times I’ve wanted to call you

Looking for some advice or an ear

Or have you listen to native music, too

I know you loved to listen and hear

I still write poems of life and stuff

Have begun to compose stories

Seems like there’s ne’er enough

Time for thinking up lots of poetries

I miss you, dear Tina Bedina, friend

One day, I pray, we shall meet again

To laugh and chat till a day’s end

For now, I go on, and wait until then

©Copyright 07 September 2009; MahTame

For my Favorite Leprechaun

~Dedicated to Alan Winters~

It is to you my dear friend

Whom we honor with love

Cherish the time we spend

In various places there-of

Stories of adventures share

Meaningful memories croon

Some are things I’d not dare

Like rides in a hot air balloon

A beautiful song composed

An Indian blanket is given

Warm smiles as we’re posed

A bond to never be broken

©Copyright 18 July 2009

MahTame

In memory of Tina Bedina

We were Sistas!

Passing on from one’s life

Dear friends and family go

Through death’s journey

As if in a deep sleep though

Hearts and souls grieve too

Loved ones must carry on

Missing greatly thy presence

It’s hard to admit you’re gone

I try to send a text message

In telling events of the day

Now you no longer respond

I try to answer for you anyway

How much one wishes for

Answers of the what’s and

Why’s and how’s are mystery

Facing the unknown withstand

Don’t want to say good-bye

Want to see if you are all right

Was many times is what thy wish

When we hung up for the night

Ye, we were sistas, silly too

Lessons to be learned and shared

Misunderstandings cleared up

Please know, I have always cared

©Copyright 04 September 2008

MahTame

goodnight my friend

goodnight my friend

as stardust sprinkles

up and over the bend

let thy essence unwind

as rest takes over to

soothe thy soul ‘n mind

©Copyright 05 August 2008, MahTame

Comfort for a Friend

You are not by yourself

We’ve walked similar roads

We’ll pick up the fallen pieces

As your inner heart unloads

You are not really all alone

Even though it feels that way

Comforting friends bring in help

Ridding one’s thinking dismay

You are not quite abandoned

At times we need a little help

Buried pleas arising above that’s

Cause of her crying out’s yelp

You are not left deserted

Friends willingly comfort thee

While the anxieties are dissipated

Let’s be hopeful is my plea

©Copyright 27 April 2008

MahTame

Weep for her my dear friend

Weep for her my dear friend

She cannot be at your side now

Consoling and comforting send

Through windy air waves is how

Weep for her my dear friend

She cannot be near as you sleep

Hang onto what she can mend

The lonelies that’s settled deep

Weep for her my dear friend

She cannot be present for now

Remember the strength amend

Of thy bonded love she’d avow

©Copyright 27 April 2008

MahTame

I’ll Be Your Friend

I’ll be your friend

Love and care for

You till time’s end

One thing though

I won’t be a friend

With benefits; NO!

I’ll hold your hand

And bring comfort

Letting love expand

But I will not give

My body for selfish

Reasons as I relive

I’ll listen and help

You through rough

Times as you yelp

Do not try to use me

Nor take advantage

Friends won’t bully

I’ll be your friend

Through thick and

Thin, till time’s end

©Copyright 04/13/2008

MahTame

Hold my hand

Please, let me hold your hand

And let me take you to beauty

I want to show the colorful land

In places made for just us; we

Hold on tightly, do not let go

Let’s journey through wishes

Of brighter days of tomorrow

And absorb sun’s light swishes

Hang on my dear lil’chickadee

And let’s journey on through life

Hand in hand we’ll walk and be

Just friends support through strife

©Copyright 09 April 2008

MahTame

Irreplaceable Friends

Someone has crossed my path or I have of theirs

Sometimes we never know when goodness walks by

Friendships bond and loving replaces bad cares

Advice given or taken, from which I’m grateful

Simple wisdom handed out in unconditional love

Of what’s been given from a heart that’s beautiful

These are the irreplaceable kinds of friends in life

The ones that enter for no apparent reason and stay

Leaving tidbits of goodness to seep dearly in rife

©Copyright 02/21/2008 MahTame

 dreamer

hey you its been a while

im not gonna lie ive sure missed that smile

speak are we really gonna play this game

of me and you not saying each others name.

i can read your thoughts

to answer your question no

this doesnt phase me

you always knew how

to make me go crazy

my old friend

do we still have time?

to make things right?

can i have what was mine again?

lets not fight tonight.

sad is how your making me feel

tears rolling down your face

how could you do this to yourself?

why is what i keep asking you?

shh i know your sorry

i know your sorry.

ohhh my old friend

do we stil have time?

to make things right?

can i have what was mine again?

lets not fight tonight.

i have no regrets now

your about to leave this place

i have no regrets now

now that were here face to face

our time is almost up

yes i promise not to cry

ohh my old friend goodbye.

©Copyright 01/16/2008

Sydney Cole

My Choice

Fondly viewed through my mind’s eye,

Ever youthful, ever spry,

Live those friends of bygone days,

Full of pranks and cheerful ways.

Were we really so carefree,

Or is it that I prefer to see

Them ambling down my memory’s lane

Free of sorrow, free from pain?

Why hold on to life’s grim parts;

Why not recall the lighter hearts?

After all, I can choose

To paint my past in somber hues

Or dip my brush in summer sun

And make my landscapes bright with fun.

Yes, I think - just for today -

I'll not use any shades of gray.

It’s enough, drifting to sleep,

I hear voices softly weep.

© 2002 Thurman P. Woodfork

Keeping or Leaving a Friend

Saying goodbye to friendship

Is so very heart moving and sad

Those who were once held close

Now drifted away of what’s had

Even to the slightest endeavor

In keeping those bonds together

Time passes by ‘n some move on

Leaving behind what was tether

Future wonderings whether one

Shall meet again or cross a path

Again, and rekindle those bonds

And keeping what love they hath

©Copyright 01/15/2008 MahTame

Losing a friend to a dishonest heart

Deceit and disharmony in a friendship

Severs the bonding held between two

Trust packed up and went on a trip

Not sure if it will return and stay true

How sad a thing to lose a good friend

From dishonored behaviour displayed

With rarely a hope to make an amend

Of restoring the bond that was betrayed

©Copyright 01/07/2008 MahTame

He clicked his red ruby slippers

There’s this man from the Montana prairie

Joined other groups of Yahoo-Ville’s sites

Hoping to make newfound friends in there

Unbeknownst offended gent created fights

His short adventure in other poetry groups

Ended abruptly because of insensitive men

With a clicking his red ruby slippers thrice

Repeated ‘there’s no place like home’ then

This fine man, a poet in his own right, too

Appreciating the friendship of the IWVPA

And of those in the Tranquility Base home

Realizes how extremely grateful he is today

With Granny’s drum near his heart and soul

He now realizes the acceptance of who he is

From truly two amazing groups of friendship

That has bonded very tightly, loving, is this!

Copyright © 12/30/2007 MahTame

**for Terry Sutherland

I stay for you, dear friend

Friends stick close together

As brother, as sister, not mean

Cruel hearts, cruel thinking

Will not allow a long bonding

Friends pick up the pieces

And carry them for a while

Helping and assisting to the end

While the depressed one mends

Friends stay through thick ‘n thin

Forever protecting the friendship

Comforting, consoling, and love

Fighting for the other’s sad state

Friends are forever, friends always

Do not leave me, my dear friend

I love you so, I watch out for you

We will be friends for all eternity

Copyright © 10/14/07

MahTame

Missing friendship

Links to old friends

Seem to have been

Broken over time

Not sure how to

Find them, nor if any

Are still alive or not

Memories replay in

My mind of yesteryear

Closeness has severed

We have grown old

No longer in youth

Nor flexible with time

Responsibilities grew

Maturity, wise or not

Became our friend

Now, I’m missing

My friends I had a

Long time ago……..

Copyright © 08/12/2007

MahTame

~Dedicated to my parents and the loss of one of their dear friends.~

True beloved friends…

True beloved friends are cherished for a lifetime

Their imprints of love and wisdom stay with us

Such friendship is cared for with most sublime

When they pass away, they are forever grieved

Copyright © 08/07/2007

MahTame

Remembering old times

Visiting with old buddies

Such glowing warmth

So much to share of lives

Good and bad happenings

Rekindling old closeness

That once was held so dear

Remembering dreams of ago

Some forgotten ones too

There was a strong bonding

That never really left for good

“Where did all the good times go to?”

“Loving those times” brings sadness

Kind of a bittersweetness exists

And hoping to never lose touch again

Loving old friends, holding closer

Promising to stay in touch

Forever and always…………..

Copyright © 07/27/2007

MahTame

[Dedicated to Mary Rogers]

Wishes for Mary

Come lay down near the stream

Listen to the sounds of water trickling

And flowing over glistening stones

Take off your shoes and put your feet

Inside these coolish, flowing waters

Watch the singing bullfrogs croaking

And chatting up and down the area

Feel bits of sunshine rays through the

Wooded countryside surrounding you

Close your eyes and relax in the calm

Lean back on some boulders nearby

Fears and anxieties subside to relax

Rest easy, gentle Mary, let nature hug

You and take care of your weary soul

Copyright © 07/01/2007

MahTame

  Khoam, It Is What It Is...

Why must silence be an answer to many?

Unspoken words cannot be understood

From those of us who do not know its meaning

Quietness implodes closed up, unfeeling hearts

Sorrow for naught signifies not knowing why

Answers left to be questioned and disputed

Does this friendship not stand for anything?

Shall it be removed and thrown away to nothing?

There is an unsolved mystery to this bonding

Actually it is not a coming together as friends

For one chooses to remain speechless and quiet

While the other chooses to continuously try

We are few, our people, our tribes and clans

Yet, there is intimidation or suspicious actions

Shy, timid, precautious humans not trusting

Resulting in a bewilderment of minds and hearts

Closeness and loving friends are thrown aside

Fears resulting from insecurities are the way of life

How sad, my Khoam, my friend, to see it as it is

Copyright © 06/18/2007 MahTame

(Khoam = Kiowa word for Friend)

The Eyes of My Friends

I told them I was leaving, and looked in their faces

It was in the beauty of their eyes that I saw pain

My disabled friends, my courageous friends

I don't care about their diagnosis

I don't care about remaining detached

I don't care if my colleagues laugh at me

They will laugh in my presence

I am no longer afraid

I am no longer ashamed

All the matters is the loss of my friends

I am sorry. Linda and I must leave

We must return to South Carolina

But I will always remember the eyes of my friends

Copyright Patrick Frank, June 2007

(Patrick Frank is a poet and a counselor)

UNKNOWN FRIENDS AND AUTUMN MOONS

Of late I've dreamed of long lost friends

Whose names I've never known.

Yet through their love I've grown.

They've slipped into my life

When needing them the most

Whispering what I want to hear.

Then Like the autumn moon

That hides behind the clouds

Silently they disappear.

So often now I think of them

And what they've done for me.

Perhaps I'll never know their names

But they've helped me just the same,

These un-named friends that leave so soon

Like clouds that hide the autumn moon.

Copyright © June 13, 2007 Alan L. Winters

" I am greatly honored in posting this poem written from this dear, VietNam Veteran and friend."  ~~mahtame

Friendship

Friends from oceans ‘n barriers

And distant lands ‘n seas

Many from all different cultures

With similar livelihoods

Others are very different

The only bond between them

Is the truest of love man share

In giving and receiving

Friends near, friends so far

Connecting and communicating

Some see face to face

Others see from heart to heart

Personalities accepted, not of color

But of what is given from within

How love can be shown so strongly!

How I want to cherish this eternally!

© 05/29/2007 Melanie C. Campos

The following poem is dedicated to a dear man named Colin F. Jones. He is an Australian VietNam Veteran and have contributed many poems to the IWVPA website.

For Col

You know

I have only

Known you

For a very

Short time

In observing

Of what is

Made open

Is a crotchety,

Cranky man

Rarely does

The sparks of

Contentment

Rise above

The kvetchy soul

Is it ground

In stone that

Any possible

Settled ways

Be changed?

With humbling

Discipline and

Erasing false

Pride to cleanse

Away bad attributes

I do truly

Wish some

Flickers of

Light shine

Into your heart

I believe it

Is never too

Late for dreams

Of positive

Change can exist

© 05/15/2007 Melanie C. Campos

The following poem was inspired from two people I have met in the IWVPA groups online. One of the dear friends was saying the webmaster is truly the "bomb-diggity." In which he really is, because he is not only a good person, friend, but a hard-working individual on the IWVPA war and club websites.

Friends or Foes

What lies beneath

A fleshly bod

In their hearts

And soul

Either they are

The bomb diggity

Or they are just

Like Aleksy

Seeing through

And beyond the

Inner self of others

Understanding

The intricate facets

Of emotions ‘n

Character makes

One the bomb diggity

Viewing only the

Faulty layers

Of the inside and out

Close-minded and taut

Selfish thinking

No room for hope

And positive light

Is the naysayer plight

So, what would

One choose in

Keeping a friend?

Shall we search for

All the bomb diggities

Or the would we

Seek the company

Of the hartlessman?

© 05/14/207 Melanie C. Campos