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Emoji Lies
It was meant to express,
Now used to fake,
Do we really roll on the floor?
or quietly just smile.
Are we really so happy
or pretend to be.
Even our sadness converts into a smiley,
We cry through the emojis
While our eyes remain dry.
We laugh through them
When all we do is frown,
It was meant to express
But all we do is impress…
7. Season of the Uncertain: Cordon Sanitaire- Shelter in Place
A call to mature.
A time to feel the impact.
A time to allow the trees and the earth to flourish.
We no longer follow the time conscious schedule that we thought ran the world.
A call to change.
A time where we finally can feel the unrest.
BLM is not just a trend, is 400 years not enough to understand the distrust.
A time to look at our health.
Forced to shelter in place.
Masks are a matter of taste.
In 1920 we had a scare
and in 2020 we are back again.
Handshakes have gone out of favor.
Elbow bumps and dabbing sneezes are more on trend.
We second guess a hug and try not to drink out of someone’s mug.
Europe is banning US citizens from entering their borders.
We are dropping the 3rd World country label finally realizing that our civility is being questioned when we can allow immigrant children to be put in cages.
So life as we know it will not ever be the same and in this no one finds no shame as long as we atone for the past and step forward boldly knowing that we are as strong as our weakness.
And this is not the least of what we choose to contest.
This is me (based on my most-used emojis)
This is me, filled to the brim with pink hearts
and covered in sweet paw prints.
Oh look, there is a ball of yarn!
Did someone leave me that as a present?
I do want to vomit when I view the one I call The Peach
and my heart is broken by all that I’ve witnessed.
Still sometimes I can wink or fall into bouts of hysterical laughter
until I scare myself so much that I zip my mouth shut.
I see an ant crawling on a stack of books while
a rainbow arches over a block of cheese.
I cut the lemon off the tree with my scissors, pick up dog poop from the yard and then,
at last, I adjust my halo and settle down for my daily massage.
Madness is a Journey and a Destination
Spoilers for Portal 2 right through to the end. This poem lies beneath the Facility.
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Emoji Poem- Prompt 8
You are my elfin queen
of sparkling hearts
when you wear that dress
I imagine you frolicking
with the flowers
or stargazing by the sea
You make music and magic
and I love you
Success
By Sandy Lender
The seven of them dubbed Success a “ragged tiger”
and harnessed it for decades
through multiple iterations of the band
Using any and all forms of media
to push a quality product is smart promotion
Musicians and marketers ahead of their time
Still reaping the rewards of groovin’ bass lines
beneath movies made-in-paradise
with lyrics that make you cry when you listen right
“Ten thousand screaming fans can’t be wrong”
And watch out when those fans grow up
to become journalists
and teachers
and social media influencers
with a built-in distrust for hoity toity music critics
Always you
Always know my darling…
I will always choose you over everything
And wherever you are
And whoever you are with
I will always and forever
Love you.
Poem Hour Eight
Like Wildfire
She is a wildcat, burning strong,
Furious and bright as wildfire,
Claws sharp and deadly,
Ready to attack.
Or defend,
A lioness protecting
The young and helpless.
Cleansing fire spreading wide.
With wildfire in her veins
She is glorious.
Or awful.
A black hole pulling you into her molten centre.
She is no longer nothing.
She is everything.
Wildcat. Wildfire. Wild.
Woman.