Long Instagram Poems
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It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
You accept me, you don’t reject me…you are my constructive building blocks
I crawl on you like a weird-looking insect – I am curious of your peace and wraths
Or a mole on your skin, but I’d rather not see…your facial expression aftershocks
I dunno…we are independent, but I feel like…we cross paths…
My past girlfriend followed me on instagram…
And on Facebook…
And on Twitter…
And on other social media websites…
I barely got into social media when I was 30 years of age…
And I’m on many, many rampages…
Alzheimers, man, they have a way to trigger you
Into insanity…
Into a lane of vanity
To go up and down walls
Unknown to me at all
All y’all didn’t answer their calls
Don’t fall, don’t trip, stand tall
I was on snapchat when I was 47 years of age…
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar when I got hospitalized at age 13…
I am hard-working, but at the same time, there is nothing wrong with me…
I am pretty good for my age – I’m 97, going on 98…
I was a responsible adult, paying bills…nothing in the world is free
Nothing in this wretched world is free
Nothing in this crazy, physcho world is free
Nothing in this ever-whirling world is free
But, baby, always remember…
You were born in the month of December
Ooooh, now I didn’t lose my train of thot
Don’t I look hot? Oh wait, no hate, I lovin’ it…
I made progress and it’s exhilaratin’ and logically legit…
I may be materiasitic,
But at least I’m being realistic
I was born and raised rich
I ain’t no game glitch…
But, what goes around comes back around…
I am found, though my body, with gravity (which ain’t helping), has been bound…
Where’s my wheelchair?
Does anyone even care?
I am lying here in despair…
Help me, save me, everyone stares here
I am afraid; yet, I have no fear…
For God is here and there…
As I sit back at watch the world become depraved
I think about the one foot I have in this instagrave
The countless angles, of shoot after shoot
Late night edits, trying to find my proof
That what I captured mattered
That it may mean something when all else is tattered
This step I may take, on the edge of sanity
Stuck with this vertigo and complimentary profanity
Like a video game exit menu asking if I’m sure
If I am ready to abandon all just to begin pure
What if I did do it and in turn make a book?
And all one had to do was just take a look?
To be granted the knowledge to free one’s self
At the cost of having to leave ones wealth
Would it even matter?
Or is this just another literary leaky bladder?
As I stand at the edge and look to the skies
I finally understand why the caged bird cries
To leap is a freedom only one can give oneself
It is a moment of truth, a moment of wealth
It does not matter if its flight or fall
The only thing that matters is that I gave it my all
And for just a moment I knew a dream deferred
One that no longer left me feeling unnerved
For that moment, I felt the sun on my skin
And for that moment, I knew my kin
I was a child running buck wild
My problems free to walk that green mile
Because finally this sandstorm in my mind
Grinds to a halt and stops in time
A hurricane of ideas in this place of mine
Can finally be touched explored and refined
All I need to do is step
And not worry anymore about those who wept
For today could be like thanksgiving with yams
All I have to do to have it is just delete Instagram
"WHERE EVER WE ARE BORN,
WHERE EVER WE MAY LIVE!
WE ARE ONE - WE UNDERSTAND!"
We stand together against injustice.
We don't discriminate, we stand for each one in society.
We love, we understand, we cooperate.
We never hesitate in extending help.
We never calculate, we don't follow give and take.
We are intelligent, we work hard.
We are the best!
YES! WE ROCK!
STILL THERE ARE A FEW CHANGES, WE NEED TO MAKE OURSELVES FLAWLESS AND PERFECT!
(My personal understanding and analysis.)
It's not an advice; just for you!
It's equally applicable to all and to me too!
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,
We are more into living a virtual life.
Wake up and come out dude!
And be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Money and Gadgets and Comfort and Ease,
Let’s not be so focused, ruthless and selfish!
Live your life and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Technology, Knowledge and Expertise is our asset,
Let’s not treat elders as liability, junk and illiterate!
Respect them and just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Live ins and Relations are trending,
Let’s also maintain limits and dignity set by the society.
Freedom and Integrity....... and be FLAW - FREE!
Yes, we are the voice, we know our rights.
Responsibilities!...let's not lag behind!
Just do your due and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Fear less, Straight forward, logical or may be a bit rude,
We speak up for justice on many issues.
And may be reactive and immature!
We have got better brains, Come on let’s put it to better use!
And just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Drugs, Smoke and Drinks; that’s a fad…an essential part of THE Swag!
Maintaining moral values and ethics is necessary to save us from fall and defeat.
Open your eyes and keep climbing to be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
What about Inner satisfaction, Self respect, Fame and Dignity?
YES, not to others! In the end we are answerable to ourselves at least!
Look into the mirror and say, we are FLAW - FREE!!
YES! PERFECT AND FLAW - FREE!
Date: 25th December; 2020
YOUR ADVICE TO THE YOUTH POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: EDWARD IBEH
Methinks the here
to fore purposeful inclusion
of key word "babysitter"
a slight oversight describing
residents at Highland Manor
(a particularly nagging omission
in previous epistle to detail,
how flat screen televisions
constant blaring subdue
said majority of tenants),
whereat this emphatic
writer, (a penny pinching hitter)
susceptible to miss
out oomph pa, I
(a poetic critter)
will now intend to convey
without recourse to:
instagram, snap
chat, or twitter
thus, this quasi
appended verse
attempts to avoid
communicating disappointment,
asper unfulfilled
childhood, adolescent, or
young adult jitter
ring circumstances found
me tubby a quitter,
now as an aging bummer
with decreasing glitter,
I aver feeling litter
ally somewhat bitter
sweet asper those
figuratively untasted,
untested, and
untoasted fritter
(comfort zone
expanding challenges,
now bugging me
psyche) with jitter
re: ness, cuz yours
truly denied, deprived,
and disallowed himself
tubby a more vibrant
Matthew Scott Harris
to get distilled
from je nais se quois
crucible of life,
hence omitting,
sidestepping (like do si do),
and skipping tummy
loo, viz fuel
joie de vivre injecting
more verve
into what thyself
subsequently evolved into
a staid staind and dire
strait tinned existence,
but no pitter
patter pity please toward,
this present day
pearl jam knitter
of (senseless, listless,
and aimless)
verse as this human
specimen racks up years
as an aging orbiter
round mister sun.
5/11/26 1:53 P.M
You never stayed
Never stayed long enough to meet
Me.
You thought I was
Abrasive
Rude
Wrong
But I was a girl covered in armor cherishing her heart behind it
The heart already shattered but
She salvaged what she could
And managed to love in the dark with every crumbling piece
But you didn't see me
Me as the girl who listens to sad country songs
And thinks of the people who taught them to her
The girl who admired the sunsets
The sky dances with shades of rose and orange dreamsicle bleeding into blackness
and quiet
You never saw the girl who loved silence
You saw the armor but never the crumbled girl behind it
The girl who cried at night wondering why
The girl who had paced in her room whispering to herself at 1 in the morning
The girl who cried at Instagram posts fearing she was missing out
You never stayed so you never met her
The girl behind the armor
Who finds beauty in everything
The bright sun
The dark night
The swaying trees
And whatever person was gentle enough to hear her and stay to see me.
February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks
of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect gamesomeness
will seem as... otherworldly pleasant
ah heaven sent giftware,
where all creatures great and small
sing psalms, upon arrival when hardware
trappings of winter shucked witnessing
unrolled welcome Scottish mat so hare
and tortoise can race,
cuz vernal equinox, sports a linkedin
improvisational, ebulliently
educational, cerebral, audiological...
twittering melange I will hear,
and grateful no defect doth impair
ability to revel silence, slake, soak...
insatiable thirst even prodding junketeer,
panhandler, vendor...
the last named,
perhaps selling kitchenware
knicknacks, keepsakes...
to hippies (think yours truly)
with long wavy hair
interwoven with Kahila
Garden Lily, Laurel, Maidenhair...
profusion of sensual delight
brings Mother Earth near,
the body, mind, and soul
espying frolicsome *****sapiens
donned with minimal outerwear
infusing all living things
common native plants and animals
in conjunction with resident outlier
particularly those pining
to answer call of the wild overdare
ring and bee zee lee court'n prepare
ring to beget young as
singular requisite quintessential profiteer
fluttering, instagramming emoji,
sans shutterfly puppeteer
as audience visually already reddit
regarding acting entire scenes,
viz Biblical Genesis answering prayer
particularly if gnostic, heterodox, *****...,
finally relieved, sans polar vortex
albeit somewhat rare
atmospheric phenomena, how ideal
if said rabid Jack Frost
would sink icy bite - part
and parcel green gang
at much more favorably time reappear
during oppressive heat spell during
sweltering triple digits temperature
summer re: time of year.
full bodied women
tantalize senses like wine
delightful to taste
cushions of comfort
everywhere soft to the touch
more luxuriance
curvaceous can charm
sexy is as sexy does:
get size wise, people!
Eileen Manassian
Footnote:
This is a repost of a deleted poem. I am not justifying being unhealthy, that goes for the ultra thin and the ultra fat. I'm promoting acceptance. Perceptions of beauty change over time....I'm glad fuller women are getting more press coverage these days....women like Tess Holliday. I follow her on Instagram and am shocked by the amount of hurtful comments she gets. Let the woman be....
Social media is a charade
A manic masquerade
Where charlatans peddle lies
And truth slowly dies
But you were led to the dance
And you thought you had a chance
So you either go ballistic
Or end up a statistic
Volatile times produce hostile rhymes
And television that glorifies crimes
We're taught to live shameless
And despite mistakes we're blameless
To them everything is a game
Laughing as you seek clout and fame
Those lives you see aren't real
But the devil made a deal
Instagram is full of posers
Facebook is full of hosers
Reality is your brochure
To disconnect and find closure
Don't be afraid of friction
As you escape the fiction
Social media is a charade
A manic masquerade
Here is a poem I wrote (photo's of THE LADY, chicken,
on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023. Photo's
by @leebrewin)
THE LADY (the chicken) - MY FEATHERY FRIEND
THE LADY
I wake up in the morning,
In the eglu, warm and safe from harm,
I will cluck along until you let me out,
Lee, you don't need an alarm!!
LEE
*It's The Lady!! ", I said,
But just let me have 5 more minutes please,
To rest my weary head!!
Then I will let you out,
Even though you got me out of bed!!
I will set you free,
To roam around the garden,
Where you keep me company.
You like to go foraging,
And I feed you mealworms,
Then you go dustbathing,
To protect your feathers from germs.
THE LADY
Later, you go back inside your home,
I jump up at the window,
Won't you let me in??
Lee looks shocked, standing there,
And smiles with a grin.
LEE (goes back outside)
Wondering around the garden together,
Being outdoors and free,
Enjoying the fresh air,
The Lady and me.
Don't worry, my feathery friend,
You won't end up in a stew,
I will protect you,
And look after you.
THE LADY
So grateful,
To be looked after by you,
Having warmth, food and freedom,
Just to say,, "Thank you,"
In my eglu nest,
I lay an egg or 2,
Happy days!!
Fight Corona Through Breathing and Music 2 of 2
This Video* is a Free Gift to suffering human beings
from me for all my friends and non friends,
on Poetry Soup, face book, Twitter, Instagram and
on pinterest etc anywhere in the world.
Video URL:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sa5F6v0OjQ&t=28s
Please continue doing your normal physical exercises or other Yoga postures as usual without breaking them after doing the 5 to 15 minutes of my suggested Musical Yoga as it is a kind of Pranayam and an alternative way to do Kapal Bhati ( abdomen exercise) the most difficult of Yoga Exercise.
The third most important thing is that when you practice this Musical Exercise keep the audio on high so that you can sing with the Music of the video while concentrating your mind on breathing and music.
Imp. NOTE: This Video is not a medicine of Corona but it is a wonderful precaution to keep Corona away from us, as much it is possible, as it improves our general immune system.
Ravindra K Kapoor