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Friend to Foe
by Jon Michael Willey
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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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,

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.

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
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 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.

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,
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.

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.
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