Long Twitter Poems
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#Hashtag Me Too
#I like you
#me too
#me too woke
#me too just awaken from my sleep
#me too everything not normal it stinks
#me too It started in grade school, when I pulled your hair
#me too back then it was a dare
#me too nobody cared
#me too girls in pain, boys thought it was cute
latter on it was junior high
I spit in your face may have slapped you on your chin
high school comes and I want to come in
touch your buttock, your thigh
trying to be sly(shy??)
while all along
my no training on how to really treat you
your always a lady
now adult hood
Not a piece of meat or wood
Not material thing you can just cut up or muddle
misdeeds covered up
this you see maybe D. Trump
it was simple that Clinton lawyer-ed up in speech he said
I didn't have sexually relationship with that woman
Lewd remarks to full blown assaults
Familiarity to normally
ignore them now it's reverent
social net work all communication even Twitter
Tagging that makes it possible for others
Find my messages with a specific theme or content
Men all our perfectly gentle
NOW
Group topics of discussion together
Negative treatment normalized men behavior
Myriad incidents, was that an assault
You touched me we knew it wrong
Only my God, husband or doctor can touch me there
Men who weren't ejected passing sex scandals ensnaring
Ungodly and uncaring
Women now new move in packs
To keep from being over drinks
People did people done
Some in the name of religion
Self indulge forgiveness
#me too
#me too have you been violated
#me too
#me too money and power means I own you
#me too
#me too De-stigmatize those bad men powerful good guys
Too strong, too righteous to be convicted ha
#me too God be with you
12/01/17
Bracken breached hawthorn hedgerows
hide teeny folk with tiny toes.
Sheer gossamer wings; shy butterflies
Dew-drops lit by dawning skies.
Sandy hair, blue raven locks
Auburn streaks on chestnut stalks
Valley lilies invert to hats
Wee portabella mushroom caps.
Acorn shoes with resin soles
Lace gartered legs and leafy shawls
Dresses spun from brushed lime silk,
petal pinks, or white as milk.
Impish grins stoke laughing smiles.
whimsy’s sound sets music’s tiles
Curious eyes, small budded nose
cream tinted skin, pink cheeks aglow.
They live near boles of ancient trees
Drink nectar from a hollowed seed
They climb the stems of hollyhocks
They twitter but will rarely talk.
So when you take a morning stroll
pause beside to a sun-lit knoll
The calls you hear mightn’t be birds
and cricket strums won’t mimic words.
"And the birds twitter like whispering violins."
Quote by _Constance
The morn' rain is dripping in the greenwoods,
and hidden birds chatter in the tall trees;
birds on branches are beeping in the woods,
and the trees hum with the cool autumn breeze.
Wildflowers mumble beside my footpath,
water not far babbles along its way;
from that cool stream frogs croak pausing their bath,
the woods is singing an overture gay.
I hear the whisper of a passing swan.
the quacking from a family of ducks;
and the crunch of a squirrel as it ran,
in the distance is the rumble of trucks.
And now as the sun is yawning goodbye;
the birds fly and swirl chirping in the sky.
We are all still responsible for how we choose to act.
It comes down to the individual, this my friends, is a fact.
None of us are to blame for the actions of others.
It’s time to step up and quit blaming one another.
The answers that we seek are in each and every heart.
It’s time we show some love and start doing our part.
Our youth in the streets need guidance and some tough love.
They are still our children we must pray for guidance from above.
We cannot erase our past, we must move forward and not look back.
This violence needs to stop, God sees every single attack.
Every part of history, each tear and every scar.
Has brought us to this point and makes us who we are.
We all have seen the hate it’s now shown to us here every day.
Facebook, Twitter and the news will spin it a different way.
Common sense and patience are tools we all must use.
Always count to ten before responding to more fake news.
They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
They seize tables for four
To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright
With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
If he's writing a play
For a hit on Broadway
Then its plot must involve Solitaire
One's quite the scientific young chap
For which typing is no handicap
He must write his thesis
By psychokinesis
Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap
That one with the big apple fritter
Is researching a mental transmitter
He's receiving the thoughts
Of strange cosmonauts
Transferred through Facebook and Twitter
Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious
And more than a little contentious
But it's just a disgrace
To monopolize space
And I think that's the general consensus
DEAR TRUMP,
Not everyone will be content with the wind of change
But be not the kind to exude and stir up rage
That you gather thousands in their arm of flesh
That if your line isn't towed, then the country you will thresh
Only to be cornered by the humblest of wit
That you wake up one morning and can't tweet
Let it go, you contended fairly
And by the whisker, you missed the office that nearly
It happens in a game of chances
And far lesser with other lofty ones will you exchange glances
As elusive to you as has become of being head of state
Cheer up! You'll always have you knack for real estate
Let it be. It's now Biden and Harris
Reinstating your social media handles is your current crisis
You were the darling of the church you defended
But search your heart and see if in God you have depended
For many men are carried away by the work they feel they've done
And with entitlement seek gratitude and find none
Take a holiday somewhere far from the country
What will it cost you? You have the money!
Come back after the chatter is down and twitter is back on
There is much more than there is now beyond the horizon
Above all, guard your heart with all diligence
For from it flows all things of your existence
K. Muitherero.
Who'd have thought it so easy to run a great nation,
No requirement for Congress or Supreme Court confirmation.
All you needs a Twitter handle and Executive Orders,
That's his guarantee to secure our fine borders.
While the Constitution is one thing you shouldn't discount,
It appears to be one notch below his Facebook account.
So put down your protests and give him his due,
If the President tweets it you know it is true!
So far it's not been so great, maybe we've been took,
By a bigly bull slinger who's probably a crook.
With mindless occupation on hits, likes, and views,
Don't you need a fake president to dish out fake news?
The guy beaks off like a loon...his thoughts meander,
But sauce for the goose make sources for slander.
We may even glimpse hope every now and then,
Too bad YouTwitFace is mightier than the pen.
Facebook drugs scrolling, infinite in veins
sensational Instagram ADDICTED so high
sleep DRAINED lives can't ABSTAIN Twitter
Linkedin DESTINED to intersect and reply.
Pinterest SLAIN time as tabs click to save
sponsored DEMONS pop again and again.
Links and videos, completed imagination
gyrating to What's App, selfies not in VAIN.
Destressing with 'likes' all weight of WOES
friends and relations surfing the digital sea.
Craving data, no need of humans anymore,
a landscape automata making lives easy.
Online shopping, crazy things just all bought
Captcha announces, "No you're not a robot."
10th August 2019
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Eight Word Challenge
Hidden cameras you don't see
Creeps that watch you on T.V.
I-Pods taking photographs
Put on twitter for a laugh
Video streaming on you tube
Of teens being very crude
Facebook postings not so nice
Innocent people pay the price
Of all this technology
Being used for cruelty
Instead of making people smile
It is used for being vile
Cyber bullyings a way
To show hatred every day
Pushing someone way to far
Causing them another scar
This kind of madness needs to end
Technology should never send
This kind of mean uncaring evil
Instead we should make others feel
Loved and welcome--never hated
This would be appreciated
By everyone who wants to see
A more friendly technology
Atlast,he has married,
Am now less worried,
My son has brought a wife,
Whom together he will share a life,
But am confused,she is strange,
Hers are a wide cant do work range,
Help me please,this wife will kill me ooh.
She does not know how to cook,
She only prefers ready food on a hook,
Preparing food makes her dirty,
Her nails are painted in plenty,
She can not cut tomatoes,
Even picking,she prefers her toes,
Help me ooh,this wife will suffocate me.
House hold chores are a new thing,
She asks me to hire a new house girl,
She is too classy to do them,
Hers is online twitter chatting,
Truly am stuck,
I hear she is a slay queen,
Dear Lord,lessen my plight…
She cant cook with firewood,
She prefers gas cooker,
Smoke will choke her throat,
And make her voice coarse,
Today she almost killed me,
When i told her to dig,
What a hell,son please remarry.
Am tired,yes am tired,
Son,please look for a decent lady,
One with character and well behaved,
Look for a typical one,
Avoid twerky ones,lest we suffer,
Divorce her,lets have peace,
Dear son,make mum happy.
Poet Igweee