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Friendship & Fidelity
by Nicholas L. Bocchicchio
Vigor by Potpher C. Mbulo
Sand Castle by Jason Reihl

Sherry Bocchicchio
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Friendship and Fidelity

written by my husband's uncle who passed away in 1995.
He was a very wise man and is missed dearly.

All that can be expected of any person is to make the best
use of the things that are within their reach.

We are prone to believe that a rich person is one who has
wealth, this is not so . . . A contented person is really a rich person,
thereforeit is up to us to look for the things that bring contentment.

First of these, is to find a friend and if you
should, you are indeed a lucky person. But if you
are fortunate enough to find two friend, consider
yourself a rich and powerful person.

In prosperity, it is so easy to find a friend, but in
adversity it is most difficult. No matter how small a
man's means may be, if he gives of what he has,
it is the same as if it was a great amount.

Many pleasures are insured by sharing them with a friend and
his griefs are reduced by securing the sympathy of a friend.
The counsel of a friend is the best because it will
be true advice. But when received from a mere
aquaintance,it maybe so full of flattery that
its value will be destroyed.

It is a known fact that in our youth we have visions and in
our old age dreams, we must not use a magnifying
glass upon the faults of a friend.
We must, in order to have and to hold a
friend, accept him as he is, demanding but one thing in
return for our affection---his fidelity.

By Nicholas L. Bocchicchio
(C) 1993 All Rights Reserved

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VIGOR

this poem was the catylist of my poem
"In Shades of Black and White"

He raced across the screen with much vigor,
While I was watching the TV with eyes of a nigga.
Then I exclaimed, 'Oh, that's a real man!'
How I wished with such speed I could also run.
Then he came on again softly and tender.
Self-introduction - the service he is to render.

My nigga eyes had deceived me.
Trusted never again to be.
He was a she:
Tall, straight - a pine tree,
A blonde of German descent,
Modern - not of time ancient.

She is still coming slowly but surely,
With caution, taking her every step truly and calmly
While my eyes are glued to her figure:
Different eyes - not like those of a nigga.
Gosh! some nigga is twisting and pulling my ear:
Distorting the vision of a pine tree.

This nigga is telling me to stop looking.
But I'm sure something nasty in the nigga's head is cooking
Listen nigga, simply because she is a daughter of Heetlah,
Doesn't mean or make her a killer.
All I know, she is a bright star,
A friend - splendidly perfect in my car.

This is all I want to know.
So don't disturb me by your buuullshit call.
Can't you see The Realist is real and realistic?
She'll be my female friend - I'm optimistic.
Now, come on summer noon-dew,?
Let us trample, breach and break their buuullshit rule.

You have captured my attention,
And you have taught me a good lesson,
Yes, my only female friend to be.
You have made me to see,
That a lady can also run with such vigor
Too fast for my eyes of a nigga!!!

Potpher is a native of Zambia in the heart of Africa

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sand castle

for briony

Awake from dreams
of loving you
and hate the morning sun
for you wait in the twilight
and still whisper 'lover, come'
back to the place we started
and to where our love began
a place within our dreams
made of the sandman's sand
resting beneath the theta waves
of ocean memory
i sail to it each night
and its warm walls shelter me
but with morning castle crumbles
and the sand is washed away
and i curse myself a fool
to think that it could ever stay
i no longer know you
though you live within my sight
small comforts come with slumber
you still love me in the night

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