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Friends With Unseen Faces

'This is dedicated to Suzanne, Melvina, Alison and Francesca. My friends with unseen faces.'

For years my work lay hidden.
Gathering dust on my shelf.
Then came a chance encounter.
From a past half forgotten.
A voice across the internet.
A conversation was taken.
An introduction was made.
A new voice who sounded my praise.
Soon there was another and another.
From different parts of the world.
Four ladies who have helped me.
To find myself again.
They are strangers, but friends.
Kindred souls whom I’d never recognise.
If I passed them on the street.
Their words kind and supportive.
Have helped me to my feet.
After a drought of words.
They have rekindled an old flame.
Made me see again.
That my words can bring joy.
Again and again and again.
So to my friends with unseen faces.
A little gift from afar.
Hope you enjoy my praises.
As much as I enjoy yours..
We may never meet face to face.
Unless fate decrees it so.
But just remember wherever you wander.
You have a friend out there.
Who’s face you do not know.

poem by David Harris
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Two Strangers

In 1958, I last saw someone
whom would disappear from my life
until December 2006.
Our meeting was not face to face,
but across the internet.
Three cheers for technology.
She recognised me from an old school photo
it was not until I saw the class photo
after she pointed out herself
that I did recognise who she was.
For countless years you see,
I thought of her under a different name
which why I did not recognise her straight away.
The New Year came and we talked
about how our lives in the intervening years.
She introduced me to a friend
whom did the same thing as me - write.
At first, I was confused
and within our correspondence,
my confusion did show.
I gave out so many mixed signals
that I shudder to think at what she thought.
Slowly as time passed,
I grew more admiration for these two strangers
who suddenly entered into my life
and they became firm friends.
Years before I had given up on writing,
the one thing that I did best.
Like two earth angels,
they lifted me and carried me though
to a new chapter in my life.
The names of these two angels
are Suzanne Gaddess and Melvina Germain.
Between them both,
they gave me friendship
and much, much more.
They dragged me from the pit of despair
and showed me the right road to take.
I have never looked back since,
well only occasionally
to make sure my two loving friends are still there.
In 2009, I plan to meet them
and give each some great big hugs
to these two wonderful strangers
I met across the internet.
14 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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Distant Friend

- Distant friend, calling me
From afar,
Your written voice I hear
In the endless echoes of beauty, within your shinning star.
Through your gifted, and wonderfully wandering pen
You alight my deep, dark sky,
You release my tired and torn soul,
With those words of yours, that so freely fly.
Though never having meet
Face to face,
I seem to know you from forever...
And so easily feel your spirits embrace.
Through your flowing and flowering words
Laid along my souls journey,
I've been quietly invited
Into your hearts domain of beauty, and mystery.
You have helped me learn
And made me to grow,
You've expanded my mind
And greatly enlivened my soul.

I have a pen
All my own...
But, no longer do I need
To write all alone.
For even though in the present
We're at such distant ends,
You and I shall forever be
In spirit, the closest of friends.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Written Somewhere (Mini Biography)

My friends are strangers
My family is the world
At one time, I sought fame
Everyone to know my name
Praise for what I did
But as the years came around
No fame there was to be found
So I turned my back on it all
Feeling crushed and insignificantly small

Years folded into one another
And soon became a score
Still I had no wish to return
To find the fame that I so yearned
But fate had a hand for me to play
It said you still had something more to say
An old school friend from a different time
Was sent one day when I was down
To reconnect and turn my life around

At first it did not dawn on me
That our meeting was meant to be
And my life was to change so dramatically
We talked through emails
About the lives, we had both lead
Suzanne said she had a friend and told me her name
That I should read her poems online
That friend, Melvina Germain, would also become a friend of mine
And set me on a return road of an earlier time

I joined the site where her poems were
And in a few short months, I was overwhelmed
I had something I had always dreamed for
I had a family of the world
The fame I so dearly sought to find
Where friends came along and read the work of mine
It made my heart pump faster and put zest into my life again
I would never want for anything
I had all the friends and fame
I ever wanted and more

16 April 2007

poem by David Harris
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Thirteen

At first, this is the face I will show you
Shallow, thin, smooth
Then we feel each other, like some kind of
New found friends, I
Take another layer, and tell you, this is my face,
Some scars, and lines of age, and furrows,
Then we write many emails, and remember
Common things, like a certain familiarity,
Another layer is taken and exposed,
The face of a sick man, with some
Disappointments in his mind,
Some wounds, wrinkles, and so you
Think, are there other layers of faces still
To show,
Deeper, deeper is there another layer to show
Another face of this man?
Yes, there is another layer, more faces
Hidden underneath each layer,
As we go on, learning from ourselves,
And me learning from myself,
I will be digging for more faces,
Because I am never static
I am growing, and for each growth
Like molting
Another face comes out

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faces and layers of faces

Soon, I hope, I must come out
With the most beautiful face
The we can be both proud of,

It is just a matter of time
Depending on how well you have loved me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Across The Miles

For Suzanne Gaddess

A voice with no sound
Stretches across invisible miles
A voice of words like an outstretched hand
Its fingers waiting to be touched
By another in a much sought bond of friendship
The words are read and treasured like precious jewels

The fingers have touched

Another voice of words
Extends itself across the miles
Like an invisible thread
The much sought link is forged
Friendship through words of unseen faces grows
Trust follows in the distance
As words of comfort, sorrow and joy
Move back and forwards along the invisible thread

28 December 2006

poem by David Harris
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For Suzy With Love

For Suzanne

This is a true account of what happen to me in 2006 and 2007.

In 1958, there was a girl in my class at school.
Who would many; many years later turn my life around.
We didn’t talk much socially at school;
in fact, we were virtually strangers.
Yet here we are living thousands of miles away
from each other now and we are very good friends.
She found me adrift on the internet one day in December 2006.
At first, I didn’t recognise her name,
but when I saw an old school photograph,
I recognised her straight away.
Many happy memories were soon to fill my head.
We got talking through emails
telling how much each of our lives had changed.
It was through these exchanges
she would turn my life around.
She introduced me to a friend of hers in a roundabout way.
That introduction changed my life forever
in ways I could only dream.
Her friend wrote poetry
and I went along to read them on an internet site,
but had to join to comment.
Since then that friend of hers
has become a very good friend of mine to,
so much so I adopted her as my sister.
After joining the poetry site I put up some old poems of mine,
just to show the world how bad I was.
The joke was on me
because they said I was better than I thought.
One thing led to another and more friends I did gain.
However, Suzy still remains someone special to me.
At school, we might have been strangers,
but we are strangers no more.
In fact, now she feels more like part of my family.
Suzy with her friend gave me my life back in many ways.
Sometimes I think back of those dark days
before she caught me adrift on the internet.
This story isn’t over yet, it still has a long way to run.
Next year I plan to meet Suzy and her friend,
and you can bet your bottom dollar
there will be tears hugs and kisses all around.
For those who don’t know whom Suzy’s friend might be,
her name is Melvina Germain
who also means the world to me.
However, Suzy this poem comes from me to you will love.
Thank you my long lost classmate
for all that you have done.

23 October 2008

poem by David Harris
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Couldn't find

I couldn’t believe eyes
As she bore a name of Sheri Columbus
I knew what was unique and famous]
The new land was found known as states

I had kept this day for finding special friends
Some unknown faces were to come at the day end
I found one of the best comments put forward
Those were, indeed, highly spoken words

I ventured to at her profile and put nice invitation
It was all about strengthening friendship and relation
“I used to rarely add men to my page” the message read
But later some of the words spoke highly to plead

Yes those words spoke of high integrated and philosophical mind
Where on earth good friends are available and make easy find
“Why on earth I would not want every one as friend”
“Why not share the insight and wisdom” reflected her new trend

I was stunned to look at her shining face
It spoke of something more and required tot race
A point to highlight about her personality
Her eyes spoke of sun’s glare with fine quality

She has brilliant face with imposing will
It is obviously a ladies weapon but not to kill
It may speak highly of a hidden soul
Natural way of leading life without any foul

It would be unnecessary to paint anything about body
It is gift from almighty and business of nobody
Many may see it from different angle and perception
But of course she deserved to be mentioned in “caption”

The beautiful cross reveals it all
You are akin to receiving generous calls
I may not be alone to appreciate and praise
As many might have been failed to in long chase

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Internet Love

He's on the internet with such kind words
Thinking he's telling her, things she hasn't heard
The words he says, are so flattering to her
She's with the one she loves, this can't occur

She will never leave his side to come to you
Him and her have something special, to him she's true
She's sorry for your loneliness, and hope you find
A love for yourself, not the internet kind

On the computer, friends will come and go
Some will touch your heart and some your soul
Some gone in an instant, some hang around
Others want what you can't give, to a marriage bound

So this lesson we have learned for now
Be kind to everyone, this you can allow
Don't take serious, pretty words you may hear
These kind of words, we must stay clear!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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A good gesture

Good morning and followed by evening
Whole day to play with very good innings
What can be good in preparation of meal?
If we don't enjoy it in real

There may be earnest desire
I can only praise and admire
There may very good dishes
It is all that I can hold as wishes

It has something to do with your hospitality
It is pure gesture to friend as humanity
Who does it all as mere formality?
It is nothing but fine quality

You invite the friends with view to cater
It may be proved soon there after
Your affection and wish may certainly reflect
It may speak more about your generous act

Serve them well with nice and sweet words
You may have gratitude there after words
They may not speak word in anticipation
It is your humble desire and participation

It is gathering strength with fine gesture
Friends may find comforts and reassure
Their whole hearted feeling for sure
It has dedicated love to be very pure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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10 July 2008

poem by David Harris
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On my wife's birthday

My goodness, my goodness, October is here
Your birthday has come, Marina, my dear
On October 3rd,1961
The girl was born, my wife to become

The one and only that I truly love
My beautiful woman, my better half
I will let you in on a little secret
I was also born in the same bed

As fates would have it, three years apart
But the link existed, from your heart to my heart
In distant countries we lived our lives
Yet, were unable to sever the ties

It finally made us to meet face to face
As parts of the whole, got a chance to embrace
We were friends at first, then a wild romance
The Golden woman didn’t give you a chance…

I remember one time, in Florida Keys
We were in heat, like two busy bees
All night, on a lawn, we were falling in love
And a strange creature hovered above

Forget the years that had passed
And went away into the past
We celebrate your life today
On your 48th, no,18th B-day

poem by Slava Olchevski
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You, Your Face and Your Many Faces

you and your face
you and your many faces
i never clarify your other face
because you build a siege
with your many faces
your many faces have a heart of liar
little facet of your tricky mind
you and your many faces
your face not to be someone's follower
your face to be the queen of yourself
you and your face
you don't need to show your inner face
your many faces will play the pace
and no one resist your easily fake face
your face and your many faces
if those two are not good enough
to get me
what will you take to become your face?

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fantasy Memory

so many faces
i can remember each even without the picture
so many beautiful faces that i have french
kissed
less words
lesser hellos

there were more goodbyes
those eyes shed tears but mine look the other way
towards more faces
every sunrise every morning light

so many beautiful faces that i can always remember and
soon too
easily forget

there is one though
shown to me this morning as i lay weak
in my sickbed

she says i kissed her once and it was too long ago
she is a sad face looking for me
i try to remember but
i cannot not remember ever
even the single lock of the hairs of said face
even the tears in her eyes
even the lasting smile that she once gave me

i know the reason.

who wants to remember the face that you really love
and yet you simply wasted?

you bury it in the past and you swear
you cannot anymore remember

you are careful because it will be very painful

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have A Couple Of Things To Say

how do you do that?
make everything seem fine,
say words from the heart,
that make me feel as if i'm your only one,
when you mess up,
you not afraid to admit that you were wrong,
like a real guy should do,
you make me feel safe in every way,
you bring a smile to my face,
when i'm having a bad day,
you open up to me,
when all i want is out,
you taught me to believe in god more,
because he will help me through,
through all the bad times,
that seem like a bad dream,
but, you gave me hope,
and made me think about my other choice,
because of you, i still fight everyday,
to remain alive and live out my dreams,
because i know i have a friend like you,
who tell me what i need to hear plus more,
good friends like this are hard to find,
i just have one thing to say,
please don't let me down.
Copyright © 2009
5-19-09
dedicated to my friend: Leslie

poem by Mona Martinez
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Thanks Mom

We’re thankful for you Mom
For your warm, gorgeous face.
There’s no better Mom than you
Anywhere or any place.

Your soothing words and gentle smile
Always helped us through our day.
You taught us all the while
Your love was the only way.

Because of you we enjoy the gift of living,
And are so grateful you’re our Mom that
Everyday is Thanksgiving!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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What Exactly Is A Friend?

Could you answer this question?
What exactly is a friend?
Is it someone who’s there for you?
Until the very end

Maybe it takes someone special
Somebody brave and kind
What if it’s someone clever?
Somebody pure of mind

A friend is strong and caring
A friend you are to me
A friend is someone thoughtful
A friend is you, you see.

You’ve helped me to see the beauty,
That’s present in every star
I think you’ve really helped me,
One day you will go far

You’ve put a smile on my face,
And helped when I was sad
You’ve been here through everything
Even when things were bad

A friend is always there for you
A friend through thick and thin
A friend is a form of angel
To solve every problem you’re in

Friendship alone is difficult
But two can make it strong
When friends are very close
You really can’t go wrong

Loving you is easy
I promise what I say is true
If you hadn’t come to Carrie’s
There’d be no me and you.

I love my best friend dearly
She makes everything okay
Without my sister in my life
I wouldn’t last a day.

poem by Danielle Deery
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Frank O'Neill

I remember when we were young
Barely taller than our heavy school bags
We used to feel the weight of our lessons
Piling one by one on each of our shoulders
School was tough for us, but there were little things
Such little things that made school fun and exciting

I remember when we were young
We used to wait for the last day of school
Before we would all leave for our Christmas holidays
But it wasn't just to get away from school, no
Because on the last day, we were all treated a show
A show about a genie, which would make us laugh till we cried
Oh how we would talk about this genie
All throughout the year, waiting for this special day
All throughout the ride home, sharing the laughter with friends

I remember when we were young
It was hard to meet up after school with friends
After all, we were just seven-year-olds
But this was made easy for us
Because every season we would have a camp planned for us
Oh I do remember the laughter we've all shared at these camps
The pranks that he would play on us
Waking up in the middle of the night
Marking our faces with ink
Oh the laughter we would all have
To the surprise of seeing all the pictures of our friends
Who were pranked with ink all over their faces
Or the day all our shoes were taken from our rooms
And hidden in a place we just could never find

I remember when we were young
We used to have art lessons - But not any average art lesson
They were lessons where we could be creative
And not just on pencil and paper
But we were taught how to bring any plain object to class
And turn it into wonderful art
In which we would always display our work in the hall

I remember when we were young
Such little things that made school fun and exciting
Its moments like these you keep remembering for the rest of your life
The friendships made - The Laughter shared
Memories forever imprinted in the back of your head
Frank O'Neill was and remains a Great teacher - And a Great man
He has taught for 35 years at our beloved school and served them well
Teachers like him are hard to find, and are what make a school unforgettable
So I would like to take an opportunity to thank Frank O'Neil
But I am not alone, as so would the rest of the school, ex-students and ex-teachers
In which we would like to thank him for making our experience at Stella Maris College
May you enjoy your retirement - A well deserved relaxation for your hard work!

poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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See All Her Faces

(jim stratton / alexander ryan)
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ribbons flying from her half-forgotten hair
Look at her run
See what the world and love have done
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look in my eyes
That she is me
I cant disguise
See all her faces
Ah, ha, see all her faces
Im looking for someone
Of the gentle kind
Knowing that looks can lie
Looking for someone
Is he there to find?
Or should I run on by, ah, ha
Here she comes
Here she comes
Shadows sadly chasing
Every step she takes
Look at her now
She needs love so much more somehow
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look at my life
The wasted years
Each a knife
See all her faces, ah-ha
See all her faces
Waiting for someone
Who will set me free
Passing the time too fast
Waiting for someone
Is that where hell be?
Or should I run right past? , hmm
There she goes
There she goes
Somehow making me and all her faces sad, oh, oh
Ba, da, ba, da, ba, da, ba, da......

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