Edmund V. Strolis


A Friend Indeed.... - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

A friend to be there within the bottomless hour
Someone to be there to witness the madness
Of the pendulum severing reality
Someone to be there when the train wheels lock
And piercing obscenity screams
My ears are in tune and my lips are shut
My arms are extended and welcome you in
You are free you see to surrender
You may pour forth your grief in confession
Or explode with pent up rage

We both know all too well......


There is no universal guide for you
No remedy or map to follow
Yours is the echoing nightmare never ending
And so in solemn honor I pledge my dear
To be here for you, now and forever
You will rebel that this is more than you need
My friend your well-being deserves nothing less

Topic(s) of this poem: friendship, sorrow


Comments about A Friend Indeed.... by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Norah TunneyNorah Tunney (6/17/2017 5:02:00 PM)

    As I read this poem I felt my personal heart expanding into the spaciousness of the great universal heart. This is the kind of friendship that transforms. A friend that is willing to listen, to be still, to allow the other to Be. What a freedom, ! ! ! ! ! Was also deeply moved by the last verse-most inspiring and an excellent poem-thank you Edmund (Report)Reply

    Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis(6/23/2017 9:10:00 PM)

    My lips are shut as you understood is to convey that some moments are beyond words and your role is more the friend waiting out the wretched pains of a drug withdrawal. Wishing that you were anywhere else but also realizing that no one else could be there but you. Friends in sun and shadow. A writing strangely enough more a wish on the wind. A wish that the very person that I wanted to help went radio silent for years and still remains so. I was once asleep at the switch but as the story goes the fool asleep at the switch that caused such a wreck is the last person one should worry would ever do so again. We are no good to anyone if we are no good to ourselves. What selfishness it is to carry a weight alone when friends will gladly shoulder your earthly burden with you. There are bad times and their are nightmares. The difference is like a groan to thunder. You are right about the freedom. In prison you are punished with solitary confinement. In society you are rewarded with friends.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (6/17/2017 4:01:00 PM)

    A friend to be there within the bottomless hour
    Someone to be there to witness the madness
    Of the pendulum severing reality
    Someone to be there when the train wheels lock
    And piercing obscenity screams- - - - - - - - - - - I've told you and told you that are an incredible poet. My gosh, this is Writing of the best quality. The imagery grabs the reader by the throat and threatens to throttle him with life's cruel truths BUT there is the huge comfort proffered in the first line that you are a friend that will be there in their bottomless hour [bottonless hour- -how simple the words how huge their impact- -I cannot applaud enough your ability with words ]
    ....
    You are free you see to surrender
    You may pour forth your grief in confession
    Or explode with pent up rage- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The magnificence of friendship is far more magnificent than kings in their palaces.
    We both know all too well...... A well-done interjection here- -we are together in this thing called life
    ...
    There is no universal guide for you
    No remedy or map to follow
    Yours is the echoing nightmare never ending
    And so in solemn honor I pledge my dear
    To be here for you, now and forever
    You will rebel that this is more than you need
    My friend your well-being deserves nothing less - - - - - -Well, I just keeled over... what a blessing it would be if we all had a friend like you to walk beside through this harrowing thing called life that for some reason we don't ever want to leave.
    I cannot praise this poem and your talents enough- - I'd certainly make this Poem of the Day and you a place in the Top 500 Poets [the classic poets, mind you! ! ! ] All I can give you is my total admiration as a Great Poet and PH friend.
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    Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis(6/23/2017 8:03:00 PM)

    Oh Zuzan, I wanted to be sure to convey the message and do it justice. This is hallowed ground. We may afford to write something of love and use hyperbole or romantic images but not so with the dark hours when all semblance of a person's world has turned to lead and the agony of each moment is frozen in agony. I believe to be there amid the wreckage of someone that you love defines us and shows the universe that misery shared is mercy. One need not look any further than beyond this bond is triumph. Bittersweet beauty. Love extended is an energy that is perpetual. Love given multiplies in return and that as well duplicates too. Our actions ripple throughout eternity as we touch and put in motion this thing that touches everything else.

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  • Glen KappyGlen Kappy (6/15/2017 10:31:00 AM)

    hey, edmund!

    this causes me to think of two proverbs (i tend to relate things to scripture)

    there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother

    and

    faithful are the wounds of a friend,
    but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

    glen
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    Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis(6/16/2017 9:58:00 PM)

    Your knowledge of literature is a blessing. How amazing that such an economy of words can convey so many levels of meaning. The faithful proverb seems counter-intuitive but what can be more plain and true in regards to the deceptive and wicked kisses of an enemy.

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  • Nosheen IrfanNosheen Irfan (6/12/2017 4:12:00 AM)

    How beautifully you define a true friend. We all need such friend as you write about. True friendship can make life really beautiful. And those bottomless hours, madness, obscene screams...they all would be bearable. I love the graphic you have used suggesting a friend is indeed like a candle that burns to give light. Well penned. (Report)Reply

    Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis(6/16/2017 10:02:00 PM)

    In that terrible hour we are witness to another person's world coming apart. We can absorb pain if allowed and although some things are so painful that it seems the human mind is ill-equipped to endure it the presence of a steadfast friend may be the only hope. A shoulder to wail on, a hand to squeeze. A loyal vigil through the eternal hours until dawn.

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  • Sarah PerssonSarah Persson (6/11/2017 5:57:00 AM)

    An extended hand and heart of friendship is always welcome, even for those who think they may not need it. It is undeniably an extension of safety for the lunacy that we create in our minds at times. Very helpful piece of work Eddie to help us remember who we have around us. (Report)Reply

    Edmund StrolisEdmund Strolis(6/19/2017 9:14:00 PM)

    Isn't it so Sarah? What good are friends if they are not there in time of need? Friendship has a certain love and beauty that demands bravery and loyalty and nothing less. We have all heard the stories of a so-called friend betraying a person. That was not a friend. Call that person what you will but if anything that type of person is worst than an enemy. At least an enemy can be expected to betray you but a friend? That is as impossible as a loving mother hurting her child. it goes against nature itself....hope all is well!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 10, 2017



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