Long Selfie Poems
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Selfies
Loony's got a blister on her chin.
Poor Looney! May the world weep with her.
She's torn by trouble; she just can't win;
God Bless her soul.
Loony's got a blister on her chin,
Where the dimple used to be.
But Loony's still got her share of men;
She's pretty as a peach.
She's tall and fair haired like an Englishman.
Folks like her, they say she's a real card.
But Loony's got a blister on her chin,
And her complexion's marred.
God help Loony, for she's the one in need,
No longer perfect like she could have been.
Poor Looney is not so fair of late.
Because she's got a blister on her chin.
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Sunny yellow straw hats with ribbons and bows,
Butterflies that shine when the full moon glows,
Feather cushions scattered of bright pink and blue,
Buttercups and daises have such a magnificent hue,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Chocolates, candy and rainbow-colored gummies,
Fill us up and says no more for you to our tummies,
Kittens that meow and cuddly puppies that bark,
Make me want to take off and fly and sing as a lark,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Warm gloves, beanies and scarves knitted by granny,
Keep me warm in winter as I’m told by nanny,
The brilliant green lawn is such fun to roll on,
Maxine visited France brought me yummy bonbons.
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
If I’m ever really feeling lonely or sad,
I walk to the bottom of the garden,
Our password, I beg your pardon,
I visit Maxine, and I don’t feel so bad.
Jelly like silkworms spin golden threads,
I have a clown who is funny, we are good friends,
Wish I had a teddy bear sister, must be able to walk,
But God please give her a voice, so we can talk,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
I would really like to visit the moon or maybe mars,
And take a space ride in the galaxy among the stars,
Or dive deep down into the sea, shake all the eight,
Tentacles of an octopus and take a selfie on that date,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
Maxine, may we play magic, could you take me to your land,
Not for keeps, I think that would be so grand,
Maxine whispered your parents would ever so sad,
Give it some thought, just a tad, rather stay in your own pad,
The above are my dreams as I think of you.
If I’m ever feeling lonely or sad,
I walk to the bottom of the garden,
Our password, I beg your pardon,
I visit Maxine and don’t feel so bad.
What will I do if I meet a polar bear in the wild?
It depends. If I am scared I will hide in my red and black wool plaid sleeping bag, and play dead.
Hoping he does not paw me out and eat me or rip my sleeping bag apart with his mighty teeth before they sink into my soft pink unwilling flesh.
If I am delighted when I come across my polar bear I might take a selfie with her.
It could be posted after my death as it most probably will be my last selfie, especially if she has a cub.
If I feel feisty I might dare the polar bear to a fish-eating contest, but if the shrimp is the fish, and they
Are fried, or toasted in coconut with sweet tangy orange sauce, I will win, and then probably get chased and eaten.
Damn.
I am beginning to see a little pattern here.
My Plea
This my plea O world
That drags the dream of peace
Through the mud of wickedness
Rise
From the egotistic slime to wash away
Self-centered muck
Loosen
Your profane feet of clay
From self-absorbed quick sand
Break through
The entitled self-interest of the arrhythmic heart
To the steady beat of the heart of all hearts
Release
Sludge filled veins of self-importance
To freely flow with innocence’s compassion
Lift up
The hands smothered by erupting ashes
Of the shameless vicious with sympathy
Immerse
Self-seeking vanity of the starving soul
Into the Samaritan’s fountain
Transform
The narcissistic selfie flower
With unfettered grace
This my plea for peace, O world
Sing the dream of dreams vision
Pray the prayer of prayers hope
Speak the speech of harmony
Live the life of peace.
3-29-22
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animal control in the form of two men were shutting down the beach
There was a cougar watching from a giant rock, they wanted people safe
Many of the beachcombers ran toward the rock with cell phones
Wanting to take a “selfie” with the cougar
Did they think there was safety in numbers?
If one jumped out of an airplane without a chute would they have all done it?
The game wardens looked at each other, wondering what was happening/
Had common sense been replaced by mob mentality?
The cougar showed his teeth, and growled.
Delighting the idiotic crowd of onlookers.
Some were dumb enough to clap.
Incensing him.
Abraham born before Jesus
They were born holding selfie.
They booked flight from the womb
Are the children of this generation.
They speak louder without sense
Yet wiser than Solomon himself
They sees beyond their parents
With food remnants on their mouth.
Right in the womb they ate wheat
Before they were born they saw you
What is it you know I don't know
Says a child from this generation.
Grannies yet sucking breast
A tree challenging forest
Difficult in accepting corrections
Are the children of this generation.
Eat your dough and bake the pan
Drink your eggs and fry the shells
Says a child who learnt nothing
Yet she knows better than granny of old generation.
i used to think that love wasn’t for me
i thought it was pathetic how someone could devote themselves to catching the attention of some guy,
how someone could build their entire identity around a man,
carefully curating themselves to satisfy the wants and needs of a stranger,
a momentary visitor,
a temporary companion,
they find someone, anyone who looks attractive
they don’t know a thing about him but at least he’s hot
they chip away at themselves,
chisel their personalities down,
until they’ve been manufactured into this perfect little version of themselves that they wouldn’t even recognise anymore,
they tear themselves apart only to hand over the pieces and call themselves desirable
pretending not to care each time his name lights up their screen,
unbeknownst to the fact that their face lights up right along with it,
laughing a little louder at jokes they would usually have ignored,
every outfit worn with him in mind,
every selfie posted hoping he sees it
and perhaps this is the part i never really understood,
how easily someone could change themselves entirely for the smallest chance of being chosen
i used to think it was pathetic,
i still do,
but sometimes i wonder,
while they’re doing their makeup and getting their hair done,
what it would feel like to have a single name pop up on your screen and your day is made,
what it would feel like to have someone to come home to,
to have someone by your side through it all
and then i think to myself that maybe, just maybe
it’s not love that they’re obsessed with,
it’s simply being wanted by another person,
experiencing the strange comfort of seeing the world fall apart in front of you, knowing that nothing could truly be wrong while that one person is by your side
and maybe that’s what i never understood,
maybe i only called it pathetic because i had never known what it felt like?to want something,?and believe you might actually be able to get it
because it’s easy to think something isn’t for you,?when it’s never been offered to you
i used to think love wasn’t for me
The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones,
lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut short sealed mortality fate upon Avast group ceased
to exist as happy go lucky men, women and/or children
from most fearsome beast.
Instantaneous re: within the blink and/or flickr survive
er eyed, and former gallivanting live
capitalone progressive pinterest ting human con hive
ving to collide with hulu hooping unwittingly accompanying jive
vin track hewed by quick draw mcgraw holster
sending dead riders to final resting place.
Ribald exhortations and allegiance gifted who usher bereave
ment, where demise of existence experiences a field day,
whence microbes gorge viz Philabundance, while next of kin grieve
incalculable loss forsaken, whence emptiness doles bleakness
upon grim outlook that doth leave tears, brought per spilt blood and sweat
tallying cost, no miracle whipped lifeless ones can survivors retrieve.
Mortal kombat rues unfathomable payless Priceline Bourse
induces adrenaline to course thru melee,
where iron maidens sprint non selfie ish
lee to safer outlook, where moments of pain force
besiege collective asylum seekers indulge gorse
faux Joyus fancyfeast er vanityfair, whence sorrow loosed like a wild horse
diehard fanatic (attired inconspicuously like
dishabille schlepper of an outlier) source
index finger clutch released high-powered voluminous ammunition
murderous mass homicidal rates get worse.
Netzero escape those unfairly killed ceaselessly year after year
undeclared warfare,
whereby killer coolly unleashes fusillade veer
ring out the barrel to tear
whole community fabric, blithely empty lethal munitions truckload to spare.
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22