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So Instagram is a sham
Everyone seems smitten
With posts about a kitten
Or hosts who hate Britain
Or boasts so badly written
Toasts flam & are all bitten
Goddam is just like spam
Famalam use as a babysitter
Wham bam for any dimwitter
Won’t scram will be a big hitter
Instagram is just glam glitter
Oh please look at me vanity
Narcissist wheeze is insanity
Tease with another profanity
Disease crippling all humanity
Pedants on pews lives fritter
Algorithm queues like twitter
Bottom feeder ruse you critter
Needier travesty tapestry knitter
Greedier fuse lit & now shi*ter
Seedier impropriety just litter
Social media a society splitter
Notoriety trolls scrolls flitter
Anxiety but folks will still titter
Piety for botox you’ll be fitter
Ham it up cash cow AI lie spitter
Kowtow get no views so just bitter
Kapow a scam not some Ashram
Stop cropped photoshopped slop
They cram in a half baked pitta
Instagram is bust and just a sham
The time had arrived to dig my tunnel.
My vision was full now, full and complete.
I knew what to strive for, knew where to reach:
I'd dig a tunnel to Understanding, a vision sweet,
A Tunnel where Friends and Lovers could meet.
I'd select my tools with wisdom, with care and delight:
First I'd choose 'Listening with Both Ears,'
and with 'All of my Might'
To fully comprehend everything uttered,
To show each and every speaker
That his words I did hear,
That his thoughts I held dear.
Then I'd pick 'Empathy,' to bond with each speaker,
To walk a mile in his shoes,
To have been there, done that,
So he'd really trust me
To offer support and sage counsel
Because, yes, I really did have a clue.
And last but not least, I'd pick 'Patience and Toleration,'
Two virtues nearly lost in this generation,
But vital to Friendship, to cementing of Trust,
To sustain Relationships that never go bust.
I'd take these tools to the Launch-site and dig
Out the dirt---the gossip, the backbiting,
The Lies, the Taunts, and all of the Slander,
The jealous resentments---replace them with Candor.
And once I had managed to finally remove
All the brambles, all the thistles and thorns,
I'd plant flowers and greenery, sweet peas and corn.
I'd line the walls of the tunnel with soft tenderness,
To ward off predators, to keep out the pests,
Exchanging sewage for sunshine to warm up the nest.
~Yes, using time-honored tools from Heaven Above,
I'd create my tunnel, my vision, of Peace, Friends and Love.
You fooled me once... but you can't fool me twice
You've done something stupid... that's not very nice
You tailored a lie... you did not accidentally miss a stitch
You fooled me on purpose... you rotten son of a …..
After all these years... I believed in your trust
And now, low and behold... your truths are a bust
It's not a case... of which witch is which
It's a case of a liar... a true son of a …..
Shame on you... my now begone friend
I won't ever forgive you... I will not pretend
That you are my friend... because you, I will ditch
I trust you no more... you son of a …..
Fool Me Once Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
8/9/2018
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.
My miss for Daddy is twenty years old
with its feel constant in my heart’s deep hold.
To hear his voice and be in his presence,
would be a gift of boundless abundance.
Still, he’s exactly where he belongs –
I should not alter the mission he’s on.
There are others long gone thru Heaven’s gate
whose earth appearance would stir my elate.
How very excited my thrilled would be
if Helen Keller were to visit me.
Her achievements were awesome amazements
that increased my faith’s patience containment.
I would bust flushed to see Henry Thoreau
who rose my individualism dough.
When a teen, his story touched seeds in me
that sturdy my worthy on life’s journey.
Since I dare not upset God’s strategy,
I ponder the Tinkerbell love in me.
Though fantasy shelled, I am in her spell;
she attends all my enchantments so well.
Not gone to come back, but so very dear
that I wish her twinkle to earth appear.
Blah blah blah, opinions from the ditch.
These unwanted comments really make my backside itch.
So many point their fingers without knowing, all of the facts.
Such ignorance and stupidity, is really lacking tact.
Arrogance and politics will always bring about a tear.
People like George Soros can kiss my big white rear.
Foreign intervention is not in our needs.
Wake up America and stop these dirty deeds.
Here is your conspiracy theory, brought forth in black and white.
There is another group that’s causing us all to fight.
Has common sense now left us?
Why throw others under the bus?
The cops are here to help us they don’t always cuff and bust.
We need to deal with facts and start building up our trust.
Can you imagine where we would be, if not for our brothers in blue?
Society would crash and burn and we would all be screwed.
Errands are available to run any time you want….confuzzled beyond belief…give us brief relief & relieve us from gripping, glad-less grief…sadness swept over us like a dust storm, spiraling like the fire in my stove-hot soul…blood zips through my veins and it’s giving me more brains to write with my eternal might with tranquility & peace in mind…clustered ruins reduce me to ash and dust…I’m not priceless as dashing cash, but to try my hardest to pass the test – I must! I must bust a move to win the audience’s attention and shake off the body-quaking sensation, leading me to falling victim to torturing tension . . . every move I make….every dollar I spend…every time I waste time…every time you lie to me instead of telling me the truth of the situation you’ve encountered or the stories you share with a fake smile of glee pasted on your moon-shaped face, I always find myself puzzled out of reason and logic! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Havin’ no where to write my feelings down, wearing an upside down time two frown! I drown in the tears of my sorrow…no tomorrow…for the meantime, it’s yesterday’s tomorrow…there’s so much treasure to dig up and there’s so much money to borrow still, though you still owe a few fines for an overdue book; however you have tons and tons of loans coming your way (I wanted to make your day the greatest day in your financial life, indulging you with dough and pride!)…read on & pen on, dear child…remain mild, calm, reserved and self-controlled, yet you should still be that wild child I adore with a passion so clever, playful and wild like the wonderful wind, put at ease with wishes without an end! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Caught under your wicked spell or a trippy trance … … … … … …I lost my train of thought & I am left to rot.
It is Christmas 2020 and no one is here.
A regular day, no happiness or extra cheer
A reminder my mother has been gone for a year.
No reindeer or snowmen, not one single reindeer.
Christmas 2020 and I do not have to wear a mask.
I am going nowhere fast, not that anyone will ask.
I am alone in my house, and cannot find my favorite flask.
Lonely, depressing. Eating anything is a ridiculous task.
Someone calls up to speak to me on Christmas 2020 day.
I glare at traitorous phone in a mean sort of way.
Do not like FaceTime at all; my hair has turned an ugly gray.
Besides what in the world do this relative and I have to say?
Christmas 2020 with a pandemic, and tens of thousand dead.
Could dye my hair, but my husband bought the wrong color of red.
Irritated beyond belief that this day is a bust in my head.
Decide to take a nap, and crawl back into my fuzzy warm bed.
Stored in available space,
Events, innocence couldn't face
"Your attitude is awful!
I've had enough of you today."
.....Daddy God, please
Make all the sad words, go away
Access denied
You never grieved
You never cried
The Earth is fresh
Grave is dug
Never mess
With your empty mug
....leave it all behind
"Sit down before I bust your butt"
Humanity has left a rut
Baby bottoms blistered red
With rage...ancestors fed
The tide is too high
I'm gonna die
Just make it fast
No one wants suffering to last
....past the ability to grieve
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-20-2024
Warm words work well
Touch thrills true tell
Feel fancy fling
Sweet sounds spring sings
Love lives last light
See sensuous sights
Bright blossoms bring
Rich rapture rings
Charm curls cute come
Sure signs start sums
Big blooms blur bust
Take tickles trust
Deed drains deep dust
Master moves must
Force feed free form
Nimble new norms
Pleasure primes pain
Greed gurgles gain
Blur bearings boast
Chance crazy coast
Mind moves most moods
Heart hurls harsh hood
Tasty treats touch
Spell sober such
Dance deepens deed
Sow special seeds
Leave lasting lines
Fine feed feels fine
Glimpse growing glow
See sanguine show
Mind moves matter
Sweet signs shelter
Id inspects ink
Breaks blessing brink
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2015
Singapore