Friendship

A long lost friend is found,
to an oath we are bound,
to always be in touch,
remembering how much
we missed sharing our thoughts,
and how hard we have fought,
to keep each other close
and cherished as a rose


For friendship never dies,
and friends never tell lies,
in each we can confide,
there is nothing to hide.
There's a joy in sharing,
there's pleasure in caring,
you are my special friend
from now until the end.

Emerald Island

Emerald Island is calling my name,
longing for it causes no shame;
I’m a proud descendent of the Irish,
watching three leaf clovers flourish.

I lose my key chain at least once a week,
a little elf plays hide and seek;
annoyed, I reach for the Irish whiskey,
mood lightens and I feel frisky.

St. Patrick’s Day is a gala affair,
I reach for something green to wear;
good luck and bad luck are in all my thoughts,
people without green will be caught.

The luck of the Irish is in my soul,
returning there soon is my goal;
Emerald Island is calling my name,
longing for it causes no shame.

Envy

Rumors whirl like shooting stars,
as reputations are marred.
Loose tongues spreading vicious lies,
falsehoods somehow never die.

Thriving on maliciousness,
peeling away all goodness,
envy feasts on daily fibs,
gnawing on juicy, fat ribs.

A glutton goading deceit,
defamation it’ll next meet.
Its cocktail of spitefulness,
boasts of drops of ruthlessness.

Tunneling deep into souls,
spreading green throughout the holes.
Clinging like a parasite,
claiming its evil is right.