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Friend to Foe by Jon Michael Willey Tuesday, September 30, 2008 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan A poem by Mary E. Lacey, reminded me of this poem I wrote a couple of years ago.
Dark clouds, tumultuous, boiling on high emotions about to erupt, eye to eye ions crackle and hiss, eerie with potential facts long since unimportant, circumstantial seething stares, symbolic of the posturing volatile, hatred now naked, needs no nurturing open aggression awaits impatiently in the wings calm has been replaced with the rattle of sabers too bad none can hear with a pure ear, the words the path to this place, is not easy to trace innuendo and inattention got us to this place pride prevents us from leaving, we fear disgrace from friend to hated adversary, too much haste if only the misunderstanding could be erased we could give the friendship of old, a chase all is now so convoluted, where to even start we both played a crucial part the transformation from friend to foe why did we make the journey, why did we go?

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray	11/10/2011

This very thought-inciting, most apt and timely as well, Jon. Thank you for sharing, my friend. Love and peace to you, Regis




Reviewed by George Carroll	2/24/2009

Thanks for sharing how friends end up as enemies, most times it's a betrayal of trust that causes the end to a friendship.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	10/3/2008

Great characterization for so oft happens to close friends. Ron




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	10/3/2008

Well written...reminded me of my own "Dark Cloud Of Remembrance" I am moving into this empty feeling� On this dark cloud of remembrance Emotions too damn intense to inspire verse I came upon the contest of loving thoughts As butterflies struggle in my naked chest tonight Oh!! So painful�so bitterly raw Trying to escape from deep within The pinching pain of hurt and remembering It crushed my heart by �loving� It stole my spirit And splattered the contents of my soul Perfecting the torture� of true love I tripped and stumbled along my way Trying to be a perfect woman Helped in every way I could I almost overcame the fear of tomorrow Appreciating the sacrifices made Now caught between the ocean And the vision from afar I came upon the contest of my heart Knowing the distance between us so very wide I am moving in this darkness On this dark cloud of remembering Emotions way too intense to inspire happy verse This poem the contest of loving thoughts Became my biggest nightmare Remembering now�everything I was told The biggest lie ever�just remember this Life crushed my heart And stole my soul Love Tinka




Reviewed by Christine Alwin	10/1/2008

Explosive words,,, very inspirational when we take time to absorb the words,, well done :)Christine




Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier	10/1/2008

John your stormy words of hatred and pride, they runaway...across the human page...Great read John




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	10/1/2008

Powerful writing, Jon; very well penned! BRAVO! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(




Reviewed by Bonnie May	9/30/2008

very powerful and keeps the reader's interest from the first word to the last. Well Done, Bonnie




Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)	9/30/2008

Powerful indeed sweetie..as always enjoyed very much..sweet dreams sweet man...Hugsssssssssss




Reviewed by Gene Williamson	9/30/2008

This should be our anthem, Jon. The disgrace is not in backing away from war but it fighting a war that should not be fought. ...And that probably includes all war. -gene.




Reviewed by Karen Palumbo	9/30/2008

Such soul searching within these lines of utter dispair. Sometimes we reach a point where there is no turning back and that is sad. Very intricate detail that expresses the emotional turmoil that dwelled within.... Be always safe, Karen




Reviewed by Walt Hardester	9/30/2008

Powerful piece Jon, I watched Braveheart for the first time tonight. You capture that spirit here, BRAVE-O. Walt




Reviewed by John Flanagan	9/30/2008

Jon, the heat of battle, anger and pride risen, neither willing to back down or to look at the real or possible cause, if there was one, of the conflict. This is more than personal individual war, it is all the wars we wage and have done against our supposed enemies. A strong and telling perspective. John