Words among Friends.
(All lines taken from tiki guild poems and stories).
#tikiguild, #frindship, #inmemoryoff, 

Always there, behind you,
Bigging you up when needed,
 Listening with open ears and big hearts.

Wine among friends! Wonderful friends,
 The bus shelter collective, inspecting the guild,
Getting squiffy! On the smell
Of Classy Carrier Bags,
Remembering friends no longer here, 
As Mackerel fed beach foxes.

Humble grape by day, sweet and juicy,
Eaten and drunk in Tiki’s last chair!
Where we polished of his (h)air.

These purple walls now dark,
Stained with the love of past life,
Lost over cliff edges,
Soaked into them the energy, of the Shangri la’s,
Do you, you remember the days,
Days of sand, sun, sex and Shangri-La.
(remember fucking on the sand). 


What’s your weapon of choice?
A kiss from a rose? No, to kind?
Maybe a cheer from a stilted angel?
Or maybe a bag full of autumn leaves?

The stories we guild friends have shared, 
Sat in the bus shelter full of affection.
Words of laughter and love among friends.
Even those found in the Piller boxes of old,
They have a key, a pilfered key, to my heart.

©) Jan 2025 rog leach

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