Best Socially Poems
Everyday I wake up, lonely and alone
But I don’t mind because it is my safe zone
Yeah my life is boring and monotonous
But deep inside I want change and I’m furious
I want to break the silence but I can't
I tried a million times, it was not great
Every time I tried to scream, I can’t speak
Every time I tried to talk, I feel sick
It feels like something grips my throat really tight
I want to scream help and I want to fight
And then I realized it is just me
That creates this stupid fear unruly
Not socially inclined
We drove to Cascais for two days holiday at
a posh hotel and I promptly fell ill a sort of fever
I do not travel well.
My wife and her extended family had a swell
time, while I shivered under three blankets and
claimed the air condition was sat to freezing.
On the third day I arose, had solid breakfast
no had seen anyone recover so quickly, it is
I said because I’m a Norwegian
After breakfast and packed suitcases time for
goodbyes, lots of kissing and hugs
and they all hoped I would be better next year.
Men grow beards to feel more free,
But looking like a caveman isn't freedom,
It just means you'll always have soup on your face,
Nor does sipping softly on organic green tea,
Or turning a book to page ninety to seem more accomplished than those around you,
Smoking electronic cigarettes for the sake of your health,
Or loving the planet just a bit more than every school kid you'll ever meet,
Pecking away at keys on whichever fruit related piece of plastic now controls your life,
Signing petitions but never quite handing them in,
Despite the four hundred and thirty two other believers in grass fed donkey,
Published support in one hundred forty symbols,
Hashtag vote for Zombie Lincoln,
If that guy's still alive,
Or maybe Hulk Hogan because 'Oh! I take vitamins too!'
Planting a tree in someone else's yard,
Because it's your land too yes it is,
And it's time to save it!
We're all drowning in ourselves but don't forget to save it!
Craned necks lead to hunchbacks,
You'll find yourself perpetually always looking down,
So amused by 'life' that you forgot about living,
The only stars that you see are dancing on TV,
And the only water you'll drink has been filtered at least fifteen times right from your tap,
But it costs more so it must mean more,
It must mean more,
It just has to.
Don’t you see how much it hurts?
Suppressing a part of me?
So you can be comfortable?
It isn’t like changing shirts,
easy, peasey, one, two, three,
fit into a neat label.
Shall I cut my heart in thirds?
Feed the offensive to birds,
and sooth the rest words?
Can’t you see how much it hurts?
Murdering a part of me?
So you can stay comfortable?
The night is warm and her flowers in bloom
A chance to dispatch our covid’d gloom;
Old friends together, our drinks too well known
A chance to catch up instead of alone.
Each chair is placed at the distance proscribed
And each wears a mask as our hostess advised,
Surely, covid here has no chance to spread,
Though no one can hear a word that is said.
Why did I begin
When I knew
I couldn't win?
It's all such a laugh
A ****ing sick gas.
So here it unravels
A pen with a fragile
Mind, and no editing
For we post in a blank
Cloud of uncertainty
You can be a superhero
Just write what you see
It's the word in the middle,
It's so easy.
Poets? No nay never.
No nay never no more.
Science develops history
Not a happy go lucky man.
I defy and refute any
Simpleton who
Defies and refutes
What I know to be true.
The media social
Comes into your
Life by
Pasting false memories
And stretching your lies
Like I am a god
You just never met me
I am so smart
Just don't ever test me.
Only a figure of motion
Are words
The anthem of nonsense
We agree to spit out,
Before we lay down
And sleep for the day,
A Facebook of falsehoods
A quick spritz of the ignorant
To keep us in tune.
I know now why I'm always mad
It's a little deeper than just hating my dad
or the beautiful family that I never had
The inferno that burns within
Fueled by rage and deception
Was lit by my own obsession
Yearning for your affection
begging for your acceptance
Following the humiliation of rejection
The falling short of expectation
I am the product of your creation
Weak-minded and lost in duration
Thus born my soul of hatred
Not long after my heart cringed
With madness and revenge
The knowledge I must possess
Is simply too much to confess
So in your interest it would be best
to go ahead and put me to rest
For it was you that made this mess
Yes I know my story is sad
But it's the only life I ever had
Now do you see why I'm always so mad
Yeah maybe I was too hard on my dad
I smell the air today
And it's the stench of
Life leaving.
Everywhere you look
The usual standbys are not
Where they were.
I can feel the skin
On my arm as it
Seems to be wrong
Not wet enough
Or dry enough
Maybe it's the sign
We were waiting on
The end of days is here.
Not as a giant explosion
But as a unraveling.
Began with a virus
And politics as usual
But now, if you pay attention,
You'll notice the far away
Credits are beginning to roll.
I can count on one hand
The people I miss
When I wake up.
I can count on two hands
The people I wish
Were back behind me
As we walk into the next
Phase or chapter or verse.
I hope the sweat was worth it
And the silliness we thought
Meant something
Is so ridiculous
As we view it in our
Rear view mirror.
Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person...
hashtagged introvertedness trademark
silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified
Impossible mission to resuscitate...
a forsaken promising
(even short lived) friendship
regardless of expressed gender
exhibited by other persons from yesteryear.
When trying to jump/kick start
lapsed meaningful interpersonal connections
from much earlier in my life
absence of a spark to kindle
once upon a time
valuable linkedin treasured bond
bereft of dynamism.
Folly entertained courtesy yours truly
bafflingly, desperately, and futilely
grasped elusive chimera
sabotaging rare occasion,
when fate smiled benignly,
I botched, damned, forfeited...
overarching golden opportunity
to experience sustained
positive rapport with compatible
lass or lad to accompany me
thru travails or buzzfeeding
a "lost" boy
with words of encouragement.
Now as an emotionally freighted
Unitarian, sexagenarian,
nonestablishmentarian, omnivore
psychologically perturbed,
rankled, tortured, vexed
bully me I got
repeatedly severely traumatized
similarly hectored by parents
issuing threatening ultimatums
no surprise I surrendered
to proclivity when showered
with affection courtesy
consensual sexual intimacy
(minus the use of birth control)
eventually married the gal,
whose child I helped beget these last
twenty seven and a half years
to a woman, (who after numerous
illicit marital transgressions)
forgave her leftist
write minded husband,
regarding his lascivious, promiscuous,
and salacious engagements
though would not tolerate
(understandably, necessarily, logically)
even platonic female relationships,
nevertheless does unconditionally
accept him mental health issues,
and all told comprise
obsessive compulsive behavior,
anxiety/panic attacks
palmar hyperhidrosis,
considerably alleviated courtesy
nine prescription medications
Aetna Medicare Advantra
picks up the tab without any co-pay.
I cannot help but wince
with twenty twenty hindsight smarts,
nurse misgivings and hanker with
shutterflying, recurring, plaguing melancholy
where passivity punctuated
the first two decades of mein kampf.
God bless those who are so aware,
Lord help those who simply never care.
I have a general tendency,
to not respond to comments left for me,
but please everybody,
do not take that personally,
because I do appreciate your feedback greatly,
but the truth is in all honesty,
that you're dealing with someone who is very awkward socially.
I'm at the entrance of you,
and I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to begin
to try to find my way in
without making a disqualifying miscue.
Once thought of as socially distant I am now told I must practice being socially distant.
~the psycho socials sides socially subsidized social sides socially so ~
9/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
stunningly statistically strategy 'scenes silently so the scenes surely society systems are socially strong ~
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
9/15/21