| Muses Review - Poetry - Summer 2005 |
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| Rewa Marie Fyles Poet from Texas |
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| With Friends Like Mine by Rewa Marie Fyles Source: Feeling Poetic, (2003) p.39 My back is sore I don't know if I can take any more Of the knives that hit me. Why are all my friends like enemies? Why do they appear to be sincere? But when darkness appears They turn like the hands of time, I'm telling you with friends like mine... My enemies don't get the opportunity, They have to take a number to get next to me, Because my friends get all of my time; All the hating, backstabbing, and lies. Their feelings are wounded from the sight of me, I have to keep in mind that I can't just be me Or they'll think I'm trying to out-do or out-shine; Then here come the schemes along with the lies. Because that's the only way they can deal With the envy that they feel, They have to create a plot and design a plan To break my spirits the best way I can. Only so that they can feel better, Thinking they can ruin me, makes them feel cheer. Or if they aren't busy doing this, For my kindness and attention they persist. And if I dare to not have enough time. Here goes with with the hating and the lies. It soothes their ego to receive all of my attention, you see, They get bent out of shape as if I'm a celebrity. Sometimes I feel like I am, the way I duck and dodge words, Careful not to say this, look like this, or do this- it's absurd. I feel sorry for my enemies; they'd better stand back Because my friends will smell competition and declare an attack. My friends cease to acknowledge that I am aware of their conniving ways, So I let them run around me in circles and not one word I say. Until they bump heads with each other and fall with exasperation. Again I stand untouched and firm from patience. I'm sure we'll engage in internal warfare again, And once more my enemies will become my friends. |
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| Buy This Book: Feeling Poetic, A Book of Poetry |
| August 9, 2005, Tuesday Hello Andrew, I like this poem because it speaks on the value of friendship, and how sometimes everyone who says they are your friend, are not. I would like it featured (in Muses Review ) just to verify this fact and to bring awareness to anyone who may be questioning their friends' motives. I was inspired to write this to "call out" some of my friends who were not really friends. --Rewa Marie Fyles |
