A Good Friend On The Net Poem by Moez Ben Meftah

A Good Friend on the Net

A good friend on the net …why not?
A new face that you trace,
Small bits that interlace,
A fake treasure you may get,
She could be a mild pet,
You may be a naughty cat.

A good friend on the net,
A pink dream in daylight,
It makes you at least forget,
But who and what?
A crushing dive in a heart's nut,
A pearl you met but couldn't get,
You could forget your misery,
Being a lone among thirty,
Your heavy debt, a bloody plight,
The nightmare of last night.

What a friend on the net!
A soul lurking within a cloud,
A dawn breeze that whispers loud,
The more it leaks to your heart,
The more you feel you are quiet.
The days pass chasing the night,
You keep your race in the chat,
From Rmada in the south to Bizert,
You Keep the best for the last,
Or you like the top to be the start.
First you get her user name,
Then came the chain, a full profile,
her best pics on deskpot,
And the number of her phone set.

A good friend on the net, Come along …
who is the mouse who is the cat?
Who is the fish within the net?
A whole year went away since the start,
Another year went aside,
Another one quickly slide,
And the world is the world,
The sun rises from the east,
And the moon always bright,
The rainbow is an arch of seven colors,
The red is red and the white is white,
The change occurs in your mind,
Life cells badly hounded by her figure,
By the bugs, by the babes of the chat.

A good friend on the net,
A fast-food, a French 'fret',
And your age has gone undone,
The best moments rushed fierce,
Precious hours flew and left,
Then you fix a rendezvous
And there came your 'dark lady, '
Check your guesses and cash your bet,
Face to face with yourself,
Face to face with the snares,
Beneath her bosom, beneath your hat,
'What am I? What I say? ', you may say
'What is she… what is it…
The day-after or the doomsday? '
She is a windfall just sent,
A lily flower you can't deflower,
Like snow born a fresh then will melt,
A dew dropp brought the dawn and quickly left.

A good friend on the net,
You sit and sip the coffee where she sat,
Break the ice and roll the ball!
Here she is a good friend,
On the net, or a fiend interwoven,
Well knit within the net.
You drank the coffee then you went,
Oh stars you are true despite the clouds
That veil the cheerful face of the sky,
The face of ocean looking upward,
And the sky gazing downward,
Both blue but never blue come what may.

A good friend on the net,
What is the name of a girl,
what is the glimmer of a pearl,
If all girls think alike,
All the same whether ugly or smart?
What is beyond her woven words?
What is behind your eye's iris?
A lump of whish rife with cares,
A core of whim that stares,
A libido laden down by snares?
What language should you use…
If your house is within your mind
And what you own is, what you rent?

A good friend on the net,
you quit the scene,
you lost the bet,
Empty cups on the table,
Nothing was real, there was no deal,
All you built swept away by the dust….
She didn't drink…. you didn't know…
But empty cups on the table,
A bleak horizon, a gale of wind,
A wave of wonders veiled your gift,
A crimson flower gently cut,
you left the scene and went back,
To the first square where you start,
you went again to the net like a rat.

A good friend on the net,
We all live within the words,
We don't feel ourselves beyond the borders,
Your friend is your idea, and thought,
The letters t, s that you cross
And the I, s that you dot,
The real friend in meat that you really meet,
Is your smart mind, your kind heart.

© Moez Ben meftah
April 2008