Let’s get this show on the road,
The car's still empty and we can't seem to load
Susie's applying makeup, Jake’s playing video games,
Mary’s scrolling her socials, where friends call her names.
I want to get to the airport, I want to be
clambering into an Impressionist painting of the sea
Ride the chestnut ponies, get back to something real,
My kids are in a rabbit hole, they forgot how life can feel.
(Chorus)
We're on an oven burner, like a doomed toad—
So let’s get out of here, get this show on the road,
We'll ride wild ponies, neighing by the sea.
We'll go back to living, we'll go back to free.
It helps sometimes to leave a comfort zone,
Children connected to the whole world, but to me they seem alone.
The old ways had their wisdom, and a simpler moral code,
Let’s flip this circus upside down; get this show back on the road.
While I deleted all my socials,
why have I just installed one to look what her favorites are?
I swear I should have just leave it and let it stay in deleted.
I am not meant to use such things,
I always won't stop what other people might think.
Because when I saw that he is following her,
both my cheeks got warm and my heart beating fast.
Even though she does not follow him back
why can I not find in myself what I like and put them into favorites,
but wait for hers?
I do not know what this feeling is,
you know my heart isn't stopping and my cheeks still feel heavy.
I just hope my brain does not feel shaky how it does everyday.
Seeing the amount of na*ed girls he follows,
I think I knew already before.
But why do I not find it funny anymore?
I just did not find it as bad.
I did not really thought much about it and immedietly forgot it
It aligns with his past behavior very well.
With the behavior he has now too I guess.
We just do not talk anymore so I do not know.
Not any feeling,
just something bad lingering you know?
Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously
Satisfying
So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience
Successfully
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom
Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds
Singing in sympathy
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.
Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending
Nirvana
Who are the ugly people?
I cannot really see
Your nose is a tad wonky
But seems perfectly shaped to me
Who are the ugly people?
Perhaps the way you stroll
Is not quite catwalk ready
But you have ambulatory soul
Who are the ugly people?
Your hair it whisps and flies
And yet I see the beauty
Hidden there behind your eyes
Who are the ugly people?
If you stutter when you talk
I just hear words of kindness
Though the world may call you dork
Who are the ugly people?
Not the poets or the painters
It's the socials and the media
Determined they should taint us
Who are the ugly people?
Not the ones who try their best
But the judgement laden critics
Or the ones who just detest
Who are the ugly people?
Those who preen, pout or pretend?
For ugly is a choice we make
From inside, in the end
14th October 2023
Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.
Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers,
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.
Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.
To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.
So precious yet so short
Life is indeed to us
Walking around in circles,
wasting around our time
Later, realizing that
Our selfish runs weren't important
Praising the wrong things
Wishing a fairytale life
Well guess what, our world ain't dreamtopia
Want success without efforts
And expect life to role like our selfish wishes
But the truth is life doesn't ever work like that
Why trying to live someone else's life
Trying to fit in the crowd
to be accepted for being someone you aren't
Pretending to be happy to please the people around you
that happens to not even care
I got a question?
If you live my life, then who will live yours
Stop scrolling through Socials
Seeing artificial happiness
Blended with filters
While you are trying to be like them,
They praying each day to be like you
Stop envying because it not
impossible to be a success
For the people you praise for their work
worked extra hours and sweats really hard
to obtain that success
Stop wishing for fairytales and grow up
Because just kids dream of flying like birds
Remember, there is no success without efforts
And never will you stop until your better becomes your best
~the psycho socials sides socially subsidized social sides socially so ~
9/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I plucked a nearly drowned bee
from the backyard birdbath –
I could not save her; she died
on a higher ledge where I
had carefully placed her...
she, fetching water
for her queen
and their hive – died as so many
other selfless workers often do,
for the greater good of a specie’s all….
Of course, most people, now
days, are far more singular
than that…
generally avoiding dangerous
service;
usually finding a way to let
others test the depth of waters
before they, themselves, take
the plunge, or venture toward
a precarious ledge;
I have yet to be stung
by a bee at the communal
watering hole, though swarms
have circled my bare hands and arms
while I dutifully attend the level
Sadly, I cannot say the same
for company meetings,
or even, church socials….
I am a dreamer tell you interpretation
I am single looking for my broken ribs
I am lonely need a company
I am skinny feed some milk
I am a poet eat my writes
I am a student teach me studies
I am an introvert help my socials
I am a preacher see my congregation
I am a teacher show the classroom
I am a son I have a father
I am an amateur swimmer I need a swim pool
I am an author read my autobiography
I am Holy Spirit filled I speak in tongues
I am a Bible scholar ask memory verses
I am born again waiting for trumpet call
I am a Christian I believe in Jesus Christ
I am a prayer warrior give me your prayers
I am a Shepherd with forty eight sheep
I am God's messenger send me to God
I am a clay baked in the hands of the Potter
I am a heavenly spirit being am up with Jesus
I am a basket baller I need a Court
I am a leader see my followers
I am a barber give a clipper
I am a flutists play you a lovely melody
I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE.
3RD PLACE
Andrea Dietrich
5/11/2020
Valentine's Day is a day where you care,
Traditionally you exchange valentines with relatives and friends.
Boyfriend and girlfriend send another flowers and chocolates.
Their are socials to honor St. Valentine.
Valentine's Day, a day where relatives and friends ,
Share care and friendship.
They have celebrations in honor of St. Valentine,
Performers could guest.
Writing cards to show their affections,
Sent to relatives and friends.
A day where you look back and think about friendships and romances,
A miraculous wedding could have guested.
Miracles like your children and grandchildren,
A day where we celebrate God's love and friendship.
Valentine's Day should be all year
The planet is God's favorite Valentine.
Royalty celebrates Valentine's Day.
King and Queen, prince and princess.
Thankful to God for the many blessings,
Happiness and thankfulness everywhere.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Help Me, Help You, Help Them, Help Us, Help Men, Help Women, Help Rich, Help Poor, Help Blacks, Help Whites, Help Asians, Help Latins, Help Europeans, Help Africans, Help Animals, Help Plants, Help Earth, Help Parents, Help Children, Help Young, Help Old, Help Disabled, Help Abused, Help Psychopaths, Help Criminals, Help Gays, Help Straights, Help Celebrities, Help Nations, Help Leaders, Help Followers, Help Government, Help Economies, Help Socials, Help Anti-Socials, Help Weird,
Help Normal, Help us all!
We all need help, so help one another.
oh, when your family life depends on disability checks coming in the mail,
food stamps to eat a good meal, it sucks, because it's the same routine,
over and over, month after month, nothing to get by, oh, yea we have
clothes on our backs to keep us warm during harsh cold days,
but if respect got lost it'll immedialty turn to grey, in this lonely society
called home base, where narks get bad impressions from everyone,
socials get jacked were the identity can't be identified, so they'll spy,
try to get the truth from the hood, where no one's fellings are ever understood,
we're all under the rug, which must mean we're all considered hoodlums doing dumb,
but we're the under-rated group loosing control, as a whole we make up a big majority
of enterprise to bring down this lonley society, to swing on a seat with strings, to run, have fun, come out our houses and speak about principles of the world,
which would be to defend the defensless on this planet from creul intentions including humanity why oh, why you lonely society did you bring me into a way of life, which hardly anyone sees insights
the stillness in you, Lord, is not the same,
the masses conformity just tried to numb the pain,
the click of the trigger warned my ears,
the follow of suit through the socials fears,
running in packs with no difference to see,
mimicking each others qualities,
for feelings of safety against insecurities,
holding back the different qualities you gave us to be,
in common is good to a certain degree,
but not when its patterns become too extreme,
judgement creeps up in these consistant ways,
to where their voices are constricted, and hearts lay at bay,
fear tries to step in with no rhyme or reason,
and the communication dies without sharing in season,
comfort without change, stuck in still,
the actions that become repetitive through safety's feel.
SAMIRA
Samira,
The beauty of 3 arts
General with elegance,
Enigma without resemblance
You should have called
Before you left this earth,
Cousin to Maryam, owner of
My heart.
Ha Samira believer of Mosha
I loved your dressings during
Socials,
I recollect the afternoon you
Said I should never be sober,
I wish I saw death hanging on
Your shoulders,
Tell me why tears shouldn't be
My roster?
Too early call, no reason to
Rejoice
I now fear this air
I don't know when she will stop
Been my friend,
Keep me among the dead
Everyone has a place of rest.
No ceremony for the dead.
Rest Samira Jibril.
habib akewusola
We celebrate her majesty Queen Elizabeth's reign,
Majestically guiding us with excellence.
This year is diamond jubilee,
So fancy and free.
Persons everywhere cheering,
They show they care.
Lunches and socials galore,
Garden parties to adore.
Her model kingdom,
Respected by all.
Viewed on the television,
Received as an excellent passage in history.
Music and song,
Poetry and story.
Beautiful ways to cherish the day,
Always our favorite royals.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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