Distancing Poems

Distancing before forgiving

I would love it if I could just smile at you back and talk with you whenever I feel the: "want to".
I would love it If we could just sit next to eachother and laugh.
That I could joke with you too.
I accepted that I can't forgive out loud, 
I accepted that time can't change things

Distancing Myself

Don't drag me into the tactical
scheming games you play,
for I do not want involvement
not in any little way.
Try if you dare, and you will see
there's no way to get one over on me,
as I will not entertain or rise to the bait;
karma will catch up with you to decide your fate.
While I carry on not

Distancing Communication

Distancing communication
seems like an oxymoron,
like dissonant communion.

My ego center speaks communication
while my organic systemic body listens
for cooperatively co-invested communion

Discerning what feels confluent,
resonant with ecological
health is wealth
EarthTribal indigenous experience

AND what feels like aggressive,
possibly predative,
lose/lose DIScommunication
distressed communication
dissonant noise
dissociative distancing,
sometimes ominously silent
dormant trauma
terminal absence
of verbally transparent communication

AND what feels like dualistic
win/lose MIScommunication,
missed cooperative win/win opportunity
too Either my way
Or

Insurance

Nothing can be insured totally
Neither life, accident, disaster, 
sickness nor epidermic
Surely 
You pay and lose to receive
It is only a sort of compensation
A sort of condolence gift
Sadly to say
No one can insure Omicron
As no one can insure fate
Anyway
Recite a prayer
Do distancing, wearing mask, 
washing hands and  vaccination
For a narrow escape

Distancing

Prouder,
Louder,
Pushing & shoving,
Totally unloving,
Colder & farther,
Farther & farther
Away from you!

"Oh, God, is it true?
Is this really me?
Really, can it be,
My heart
Torn apart?
Heal me please!
Forgive me God, only Jesus frees!"

Social Distancing

I've spent my life social distancing by pushing people away 
More times than not the further I push you the more I wanted you to stay 
I've been back stabbed so much that I don't know how to trust 
It's just me, Myself and, that line has already been used too much 

My past has

The Sums of Distancing

Sums are far
Some are near
Distances
Just doesn't add up
Subtracting sums trust

12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Distancing Instances

My face I wear a mask
Both hands mine I do wash
Instances for distances 
Between me and someone 
Then and there my concern
Someone is one before me 
He is another he’s not me
My face and my hands true
Before me isn’t another I also true

Ovid-20 - Social Flocking

The morning was breaking and sheep were awaking,  
which was much as the sheep all expected to do 
But this morning's arising was far more surprising –  
a mask fairy had brought them all something new
 
And the fairy remained and to them explained,  
"The times now ahead will be tricky and

Isolation In April 2020

I feel almost cut off from the rest of the world,

Trapped,

In my city, in my home, in my mind.

I can feel the time slipping away along  with my sanity as I cling to a semblance of normality. 

Only 3 days in with 33 to go, and even that seems quite unlikely.

I try to talk

Social Distancing

Men always remember Molly
The girl with the lethal brolly
Get near her skirt
Or try to flirt
And its back to Hello Dolly!

Poems About the Coronavirus I

Poems about the Coronavirus I


yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1
by michael r. burch

plagued by the Plague
i plague the goldfish
with my verse



yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2
by michael r. burch

sunflowers
hang their heads
embarrassed by their coronas

I wrote this poem after having a sunflower arrangement delivered to my mother, who is in an assisted living center and can’t

What Could Happen When Distancing and Wearing Masks

One woman
Distanced in a row of marked-off stools
Sat sideways
At a bar in the afternoon

Dressed like passing summer sky
Viewed through a window
From a cooled inside

Blue skirt hem
Napkined to her lap
Legs crossed like wind-swept dunes
A smile of salt
Tossed over her shoulder

She fiddles with her diamond ring

Her fingertip a sigh
Tuning
The half empty
Rim of a Margarita

Warbling

To the tall bartender
Who’s

Good Old Days

Skies are filled with lonely empty silhouettes 
Climbing up a lonely stair when I am late 
It is not so easy to distance yourself away
Cuz good old memories fill empty passage ways

It's not as easy as you think to get going on alone 
Cuz my mind won't give me rest until the memories fill me

The Age of Social Distancing

The age of social distancing, rife with existential angst and discontent.
People with cabin fever break quarantine, take to the streets to vent.



Date written: 07/16/2020

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