Best Statuses Poems
Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all.
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway.
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a ****, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.
Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways?
That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.
The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts were ablaze to set the Devil afire.
Of course, I will let Lucifer exist.
He is confrontational to my holiness.
In that God is the omnipotent, Satan is the Devil defeated.
Insofar as the world is perilous, many (as I) must conquer their demons by
rostrum of our crusade as a battle won.
In India, primitive to the philosophy of religion, the reality is profound.
Deities are of one and of all.
There is such a thing as the Christian Satan.
They are enemies to Brahmans, god-giants.
Demons are devils crackling vigor.
This campaign is of war not of battle.
The action plan is to deploy Christian powers.
Revelation statuses such.
The plague of our time is trinity.
Spheral by one Godhead organizes the consecrated force.
The mercenaries are on the battlefield of and for the Lord.
With giants and demons how the monkey king detonates causing the wrath of
God.
Demons are decapitated and bodies are slanged from here to yonder.
God bellowed, “We must behead the monkey king.
He is the demon of all entities.”
The lashes influence the giants lambastes.
The Monkey King’s demons had formed their attacks.
God’s giants’ impact condemns.
They beheaded the Monkey King.
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Penned January 17, 2015!
In this world that I live in, man has lost over and over again.
He can’t win from his sins and he is damned.
He formed a country for his freedoms, but he enslaved people and
oppressed the origin and now he negates another.
When will he learned that forgiveness is not known.
That his tomorrows are his troubles for what he has done.
Hello (from) the other side.
I know I ruminate the mind.
Within the statuses of man, life is prominence to the power he has.
His significance is that of enslavement and oppression.
His freedoms he demanded brought him to our shores.
That of North America.
Once vacated, he manifested his vision.
His mission has become tainted and his life is unchained to do more evil.
Hello from the outside.
Your reflections - described.
Rune descents pit.
Symbolizing terrific fits.
Massive to suicide as they take lives.
Focus is occult.
Terror diabolically sought.
Will it stop - Will it stop now?
Hello (from) the other side.
A mind - revived.
Caucasoid
White boys
Who I speak of?
What is wrong with this world -
No true religion?
Are they atheist – non-believers?
Hello from the outside.
Harbinger of time...
A free thinker personified.
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Written January 16, 2016!
I don't want to hear,
I don't want to know.
Your life is a Soap Opera,
like a T.V. show.
Your life is a mess.
I can read the signs
but I have trouble keeping track
of my own plot lines.
No one's life runs smooth.
We all have our issues.
I needn't hear yours
to bring out the tissues.
You have social media
to vent your frustrations,
your ups and your downs,
tragedy and elations.
I have my own stuff
to deal with your know.
I just choose not to put it
out there like a show.
So I wish you the best,
I wish you well
but those passive aggressive statuses
can just go to hell.
15/09/2015
THE X-FACTORS
I was told that structure forms from idioms.
That to construct vision is a way of seeing what needs to be done.
This is when norms of humanity are formed.
However, do the norms of God supersede all?
Would this mean a voice is only a voice?
That laws do not have to be followed.
That a hidden culture is manifestation of a society that is lawless.
Being that laws can be removed by mediums unknown,
Like fabrication that corrupts a system such as judicial.
A circumstance, quality, or person...
A strong but unpredictable influence...
A factor that is label with an X.
A crisis that must be corrected.
The statuses of a mind significance must be rightful.
To allow lack of discretion though illogical intelligence, destroys the powers vested via the Constitution.
To establish an instrument of government, is to become a language understood.
A voice that brings logic to the multitude.
Yet, do the norms of God supersede all?
As a world govern by created life, our composition is to establish law.
Why walk a mindful journey along?
The X-factor labels wrong.
A strong but unpredictable prejudice of power.
A crisis that must be remedied.
A circumstance, quality, or person that negates social justice.
An erratic onset of disfavor through social injustice done by political leadership un-indemnify those that are injured.
The X-factors must be destroyed.
A political focus that can manifest war.
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Written May 25, 2016!
I know exactly how betrayal feels like.
How personal of an ordeal.
The feeling is spear vociferous like.
That is betrayal for a mere country girl.
Being used to wagons and stallions,
springs, tall grass lands, I was safe.
Lassie years fetched these experiences,
Now I testify about betrayal, I’m safe.
I am told love comes in unalike statuses,
I had, I have my own, will always have.
I don’t know how love saw this unbiased.
But it is bias, I have been betrayed.
Well, it’s done I have always thought.
But love you left me there,
There by Betrayal’s door post, I’m hurt.
Won’t you come, come pull me to the out?
You never know because I never tell.
You will never come fetch me.
You never meant to me thus at all.
This hurt will be my light each day I see
Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My end is near.
I can see it start to appear.
What you thought were funny jokes.
Made me want to choke.
Prank calls, blocked messages, statuses all calling me names.
You all have caused me so much pain.
Whore, ****, *****, cow, fat, ugly reappearing in my head.
I don't know what to do anymore but lay in my bed.
Who am I supposed to turn to?
I have no one but you.
I dream at nights about not being here anymore.
I don't think I'm a whore.
I have a plan now.
Explain it to me now.
I've got a gun.
It's all been done.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye everyone, Goodbye forever.
Click click, that's the name of the game
Click click, you're going insane
Click click, is it nice outside?
Click click, should I even try?
Click click, it's the name of our generation
Click click, hypnotic masturbation
Click click, researching nonsense
Click click, losing my conscience
Click click, puppies and kittens
Click click, more statuses written
Click click, everyone has a voice
Click click, everyone has a choice
Click click, donate to causes
Click click, without hidden clauses
Click click, the world is becoming transparent
Click click, it's all so inherent
Click click, this is public domain
Click click, but please don't restrain
Click click, an abundance of trolls
Click click, did I just get rick rolled?
Peace be still, strike thy pose
Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen
Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait
Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace
Family ties, adornment to each
All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard
Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed
Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred
Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit
A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of old
What sayeth thee? We shall supply!
As pitheads wind, so miners grind
Seek and follow, tunnels be low – passages of the great
Toil dawneth on me, forty winks be yearned
As we flock to the town
Of craftsmen, of blacksmiths, tailors assist
Technology equips, shoe last o’ stiff
Fine fettles are thee, inventions surpass
Full steam ahead! Country be lead.
Of sheets, of rolls, printing amass
Fortunes be stirred, households back to back
Our cast-iron range, warmth to thy home
Fresh statuses arise, relieve former ties
Ambition abound, middle class be found
Boil water on the range, afore we bath
Of fresh produce, of luscious game, black pudding o’ delight
Shilling be spent, fill up thy churn
Horses’ clod on cobbled streets, ploughed fields, farmer’s relief
Leg thy narrow boat, steam locomotive, cut short thy duration
Better to tow, canal bank astride
The Victorian age, of history, of pride
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
What life means to me
Beyond all materials
and all relations,
All damn emotions
and scintillations,
Is just a moment
that can be lived to its full !
Beyond all statuses
and highest of education,
Knowledge having achieved,
or is being applied,
Is just that fraction of time,
if you could catch it right !
Beyond all belongings
be those real or virtual,
The heart and the love
that beats for or with,
Is just that perfectly lived time,
In grief or joy sublime !
Every sun sends a ray,
Flower the fragrance,
Breeze the breaths,
Nature vibrant colours,
To live each minute,
In a perfect flair,
Yet wasting time,
Thinking of the past,
and unknown future,
As the Present is gone,
Capture this very moment,
Live your life and to its full !
Written Feb 9th, 2015
For contest by Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 1st place win
The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
invasion, gang wars, homicide, scandals, scams, anarchy, chaos……!!!!
News scroll portrayed inert words and lifeless lines;
Cops, Judiciary, Politician and cataract Medias
all deserted the needy and drooped into silence.
Pleaded the ill-treated and oppressed among men, women and children whose
cry were “Our Lord!.. Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect,
and raise for us from You one who will help”.
Responded none,
But only the resonance;
Not a stern stride against,
Not a folded fist against,
Not a bold shout against,
Not even a broken heart against these mournful statuses.
The dark clouds of silence veiled the world,
Unable to hold the agony, the sky wept,
Drizzling and showering into fury adorned by the light and thunder,
Awakening the lifeless and rejuvenating the soulless;
Yet not the conscience of the,conscious, bi-legged.
All drooped as if doomed,
The benign angels too ceased the prayers of peace.
The query of the Most Merciful Lord
“Why don’t you…?”
Replied
“Verily, will not you change the state of people who do
in no way wish themselves to be so; then why us, in vain?”
Alas!!!, brought into action, severe ordeals by the Lord, the dreadful fire swept,
Drastic Tsunamis, trembling earthquakes, Hurricanes, famine, drought...
For, if it was The Sustainer and The Angels to revamp the planet;
then what the cause for the mankind to exist on earth…???
The shiver led to consciousness;
Come; arise for the helpless and suppressed,
Propagate virtue and demolish the vices;
For, neither Moses,
nor Jesus,
nor Daveed
nor Mohammed, (peace be upon them), to come,
to seize the hands of the culprit,
Rather, time awaits and longs you, Samaritans to do the verdict.
Know my friend It’s, “Miles to go before you sleep”
Now tell me, what shall I wish u...??
A Good Morning or Mourning…..!!!
And what do you wish and will for…???
Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died
March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville.
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses,
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on.
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status.
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.”
The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.
The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.
In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am
today………
# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):
# You’re acting like a fool,
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless –
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it?
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught!
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #?
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?
today he said he will change and take consideration to native missing murdered women,hiway 16 ,
the system that haunts me crimes against us drunk drivers hit and run permwent injures losses sufered justice obstructed nothing to help victims at nofault fro all 3 accidents
this is not an oversight , .or miscarriage of justice ,voice of pleas shut out .
abuse of power case clear in the foi files however mostly blacked out documents facts dates changes began and continued to cover breaches ailing due process policies payments and statuses bad faith.
to cover major losses became secondary gains of large portions in trusts that were not known or paid to us.
changes to to make false statements gathered to destroy,
stero typed shame guilt
from hatred directed at us
faith and hope learning laws and rules that apply , while claims and properties denied
witnessed from secure and peaceful healthy strong hard working mother much to live and give ,
love so deep inside underdogs less fortunate,
gave and helped with pride
to destitute, poverty.
charters,rights laws rules procedures all left by way side
not applied .
cold dark and wet the rain and winds rush
time be known how hard it was each day just to survive.
harm to me im told will come one day
so
fear is real as what they have done network strategic alliance
against less s person undeserving to have what is already hers to have
what can be ?
disappear. my life hopes and dreams do not matter ...however still very dear and real to me ,
stand alone
truth can and will be known . please change modusoperandis
Somewhere in Africa, is a land blessed with nature:
Valuable gemstones beneath earth’s crust,
A fertile soil nurtured by divine tears from above,
And a blazing smile of radiant sun
But great depression has its hands gripped
On the heart and soul of this glorious land
For nature’s most precious stones are taken, to God knows where.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land built
Upon the foundation of freedom, and the prospect of equality
But slavery has become its reputation, both literally and figuratively
As lawsuits and jurists, rule in favor of higher statuses
And justice is denied the less fortunates.
In this land, aliens are celebrated as the noble breeds
While citizens are the unknown outcasts.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where in,
The cries of the oppressed echo millions of miles
Through the ages, but there’s no one to listen
Their voices never seem to stop singing
The bleeding chorus for help and yet,
They are muted by the whistle of subjugation
And have therefore become a tuneless melody.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where leaders
Are made to live like demigods and goddesses
While homeless infant, roam about the old rugged streets
As they are left alone, to fend for themselves
And single mothers, lie helplessly on troubled tummies
Because the proceeds of the economy is poured
Into the pockets of ruthless rulers.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land on which
There exit gifted souls, filled with never ending passions
And concealed endowments, awaiting exposure upon explosion
But only a blessed few, get to taste the fruit of innovation
For the external helps are not timely enough, to scratch the matches
And so thousands of these rare souls, have lived and died
With dreams unfulfilled and ideas unexpressed.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where
The heirs of poetic insights, are rising from the shadows
Carving and penning, with the ink of solemn truth
The verses and stanzas, of unprecedented transformations
In the veins and arteries, of descending generations
The very stanzas needed, for the rebirth of this glorious land of liberty.