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Friends©

Copyright 2013

By Felina Silver Robinson

Come in all sizes and are all different ages

They sometimes want what you want and need what you need

They help you make the right decisions

Sometimes they tell you things you are not ready to hear

But you listen, because you know they are sincere

and more often than not, they are right

Friends

They take a beating

They stay through thick and thin

Just don’t abuse them because the good ones are hard to find

I’m the kind that would do whatever it takes to see you happy

I would help you be the best you that you can be

I would help you do those things you’ve always been too afraid to do

I would let you know that you can do almost anything

Because a true friend is that part of you that you always wanted to be

Friends

They will not falter

They will be there forever, if you let them


New England Patriot quarterback calls Republican good friend

Tom Brady talks about the time he met the Pope


Wild Hearted In My Dreams©

Copyright 2015

By Felina Silver Robinson

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Stripped of all that’s normal

I’m bare and I’m free

I run wild between the trees in the wilderness with thee

Hoping that no one will see

You bring life to my soul

My spirit is alive for a time

Not long enough for me

Before the alarm bell rings

and life gets in my way


… and three friendship-preserving alternatives.

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True Friendship Is

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Friends©

By Felina Silver Robinson

Copyright© 2013

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There when you need them

There when you don’t

They understand nothing

While understanding everything

They love you

They hate you

They know you

They owe you

and sometimes they own you

When no one else wants to listen

You can bend their ear

A friend won’t laugh at you when you want to wear footed PJs while watching scary movies

A friend comforts you when no one else will

They tell you everything’s going to be alright

When most likely it may not be

A true friend is the best comfort and will be there through thick and thin

Thank you for not being a fair weather friend


Tibetans worshipping idols, from China Illustrata , p. 72.

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Idols©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson

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When I was young I didn’t have much

Not because we were poor

Because we weren’t

Not because no one cared

Because everyone did

It was because my parents wanted to teach me

That there are many more among us that truly have nothing

We have each other

We have our neighbors

We have our church

We have our memories

We have all that we need

When I was young

My idols could be found on TV

My idols were my neighbors

My idols were my friends

My idols were my family

Now many of them have passed

The shows have come and gone

My friends have moved away

And my family, those that remain

are mostly scattered about

So my idols are now my children and my husband and the family that remains

My idols are

The children of the world that will sculpt our future

Those who are hard at work

Those that are surviving

Those who are waiting to be noticed

Those who are waiting for help

Those who are fighting for their lives

Idols come in all shapes and sizes

Idols come

And

Idols go

But we must go on living

Little do you know

You too are someone’s Idol


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The Art of Pain and Loss©

Felina Silver Robinson

Copyright 2014

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None of us go through life

Without losing someone we love

Some of us feel like we lose more than others

Some of us put on a happy face and work hard to push on

Some of us just can’t keep it together and begin to fall apart at the seams

Seemingly becoming completely unglued

There’s no ease to losing someone close to you

Especially when this someone has been a big part of your life

Whether it be since the beginning of time or a short time

Only you know how deep and significant your relationship was

We all have to remember not to lose ourselves within our pain

Because we will do an injustice to those that we’ve lost

They leave hoping that we can do better to carry on without them

Sometimes in spite of them

No one wins if there’s no one left to carry on

Some think that the only art there is …

Is an act, a picture, a story, or music

But reality is

Life is an art

It’s an art of pain and loss

Life and love

And

Life and Death

We all have our parts

Good or Bad

But the show must go on

Carry on sweet friend of mine

This Poem is written in Loving memory of Frederick “Freddy” Berzon, who was not an uncle by blood, but was a best friend to my dad.  Therefore he was my uncle. I knew him since I was quite young and he was always there. Anyone who brought Joy to my dad, brought Joy to me. I will miss the friendship and love he offered to so many. It will be strange never seeing him again. I just can’t imagine it. I know that he is off to a better place to start a new chapter of his life. I hope he will carry the love that we all have for him with him always.