Long Unfriend Poems
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Stop watching my story and start watching yours
the ones where shes beautiful and the one you adore
when you take pictures with her in matching sets
but your hearts on my insta make me think you have regrets
you cant have your cake and eat me too
so i guess ill be the one to see this through
with a simple remove follower, block and unfriend
ill put your gazing eyes and adultery to an end
cause you flaunt who you are and all you guys do
but i would have never been that girl to you
you never gave me the same opportunity or chance
never gave my plus size body a second glance
second class citizen in your firls class world
go like her story, she is your girl.
Please Unfriend Me
No slow paced emotions
In this hi-tech, jet age
Why wait to know the other
Over time
No use looking for secure and long lasting friendship
When the same is available
On the go
The face looks likeable
Just a click
But do follow the norm- be polite
Request him/her for friendship
I would love to see you
Doing the same face to face
Anyhow, don’t worry about gender and age
These things do not matter
Start a chat and then chatter
Friendship for sure has gone hep
Just a little tap
And voila
Both of you
Completely unknown
Never met in life persons
Are friends
And what is best
This friendship
Gets celebrated all over the world
By similar, like-minded people
Don’t worry if you’ve had your fill
Want to end the friendship
All you have to do is simply
Unfriend him
And that person
Is out of your life as if
He never existed on this planet in the first place
So you see
It’s all so simple
Man and emotions were making the
Darn thing complex
Now for those who are dumb
Can’t take sarcasm
Mate
Don’t hesitate
Feel free
Please unfriend me.
The deep of night
In the city light,
Loses its height;
Silence, out of sight,
With sound of freights.
Wisdom ain't to seethers
who sees only through eyes,
Smitten by lies and lies that lies.
Judging one of rumor jives,
Truth soon withers...and dies.
Grasp the mind
Of this poet kind.
Known to many a blind;
Seeing naught behind;
Unfriend, a blight, unkind.
But this poet keen
Of using means,
By ears, then hears,
By look, then sees,
By search, then finds.
Though was a blind,
Sees more that sight.
Sees not behind,
But, too, walks beside
The unfriend, the blight,
and the unkind.
you perm and prime you shun;
You polish up your own stone;
You talk trash and jive;
You shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually promise me;
Heller Shelter relish tones;
Cut my landline telephone;
Imprison me where you say I belong;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
And just what is a JUKE JOint?
Fancy dancer, Chicago headliner;
Broken deflated football from Lincoln/Omaha Nebraska;
What is thing call "the CORN HUSKERS"
By chance the populace can remember
Bob Gibson, Robert Boozer who...
Maybe Gabriel Union who...
And just where is this place
What is this space that home to about 400 million
From the hood I understood, from Tech High I held my pride;
In the ghetto was that fellow teachers said He ain't gonna amount to nothing
1970's Black power you perm and prime you shun;
In the ghetto inner city polish up your stone;
Speaking Swahili you talkN trash and jive;
Politically correct master target you shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually unpromising me;
Heller Shelter relish tones, still haten Deacon Jones?;
Cut my landline telephone on Facebook unfriend me;
Imprison me with closed eyes and mediocrity
Where do you say I belong, not here son...
git on, get gone;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
Your life's been revoked,
Even Lucifer wants you gone
Too much heat for him, ha ha!!
Chicago's the best...
Nebraska (what) is next...
So stop playing over and over again
Curtis Mayfield and pull on the WINANS
yet I still feel even in trouble times then the best decade was the 1970's
A BROTHERLY LOVE VERSE TO MY BROTHER Freddie Robinson Jr. a brotherly dedication
8/16/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I'll have to unfriend you on Facebook
your postings are driving me mad.
I'm starting to think that you're lonely,
I'm starting to think that you're sad.
I don't want to know what your cat's called
or when he last went for a wee.
I couldn't care less where your Nan lives,
or what you might have for your tea.
I find all your illnesses funny,
can anyone suffer so much
Each day they seem to be different,
and you like to keep people in touch.
The people who answer your comments
all seem to have problems as well.
Half of them struggle with English,
the other half can't even spell.
So now you will have to excuse me
I'm taking my name off your list
I know I'll feel better without you
and I bet I won't even be missed....
You can love a person
by not losing yourself;
And I have learnt it recently
after losing myself several times
for that one person I loved,
I still love, will love:
Rajeev, my second one,
after my first love died.
We went through separation several times,
life tested us, and we abandoned each other a thousand miles
metaphorically and physically too
and the mental distance continued.
Yet life brings us together again to check
maybe what's the maturity streak!
Have we learnt to love by keeping the boundaries too,
Or is it just another test and subscription renew?
This time I will not fail in this test,
I will choose myself first
and then will do the rest for my love's sake.
Yes, you can love someone
and still can't lose you!
You are the brave, the great, the beautiful,
you are always the first lover of you.
You can love someone,
but if they unlove, unfriend or disdain,
you should never afford to lose you.
Almighty always wants you to sustain
with the beautiful soul you are being given,
and should not lose yourself by anyone's disdain.
The hawks are gathered together, pulling apart a dove, eating her gladly.
Her shrieks and screams do not count as she is the wrong color.
She was caught at the border.
They have put her dove-lets in cages.
To be eaten later, at their convenience.
Discussion after dinner turns to assault rifles.
Home-one is against it, but he is “old-school”. He knows nothing.
The rest are avidly for it.
Home-one asks why anyone needs one.
“I have one!” many of the younger hawks scream with pride.
“But why?” Home-one asks. “Why do you need one?”
“It is for protection!” Millie, a younger hawk says.
“And for killing those dove-lets when we want to eat them,” her sister throws in.
Home-one tries to tell them what an assault rifle bullet would do to a dove-let.
They shout him down, wanting what they want.
“Is it okay to drag these dove-lets away from their parents?” Home-one’s wife asks.
The hawks get together and decide to throw Home-one and Home-one’s wife out of the flock.
They unfriend them on social media.
Their own grandchildren unfriend them.
They were the wrong color too.
I see you not the title
Not what you need when life is survival
You are you and that is that
A separate entity that you combat
This shadow follows you everywhere
Something that is not nice or fair
Your daily battle is to keep them a shadow
And not let the play your brains piano
I have to accept this is for life
In good times and in strife
There is always a third wheel
That will be conceal
This figure keeps you up at night
When you feel most vulnerable despite
The drugs you take to keep him away
And not portray you another way
He is always at arms length
Whispering in your ear with each breath
Your body and soul fights him
To keep your lights from going dim
He dictates how your day goes
But never appears to impose
His mood affects your own
He is unwelcome company so your not alone
When he wins a daily joust
You don’t scream or shout
As tomorrow is a new day
Where he won’t put you on display
I understand you and your unfriend
I am here to attend and defend
Against the shadow that follows you
I’m not one to join a queue
I see your emotional struggles
This life is not full of fairies and bubbles
Day to day life is a grind
This bipolar needs to be co-signed
If I could take the pressure off
Not just as a one off
But forever to make your life better
I would take away that pressure
She unleashed them easily,
dropping them onto their noses,
as they fell off her coattails as easily
as spiders are shaken off a slippery web
“Bye!” she said, pretending it was not
“Forever bye” which it was, although
they usually did not catch on until years later.
She had her ways, desires, and attitudes.A
Persnickety about them, she did not hesitate to release
Those who disagreed, annoyed, or irritated.
Relatives were not sacred, they were discarded as well.
Without apology she would block them,
unfriend them, and forget them.
Opinionated and self-satisfied, she knew
What kind of people fed her soul.
She collected the dreamers, lovers, and laughers.
Surrounding herself with ideals and ideas
Rather than gossip mongers and rumor-spouters.
Without an apology, she created a new family
And her ultimate satisfying happily forever after life.