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DAY 23 prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides: Write a “social blank” poem.
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POETIC BLOOMINGS 
SOCIAL CONTRACTS AMIDST LESSENED CONTACT
As we walk and we talk, to and fro,
keeping six feet away as we go,
I keep thinking of thinkers
who rarely were shrinkers
named Hobbes and Locke and Rousseau,
and I wonder if they could foresee
that society would come to be
a place where most tasks
would involve wearing masks
and avoiding a handshaking spree.
BRILLIANT!
SOCIALLY REWIRED IN NO TIME FLAT
I’m all for the masks and hand-washing,
Keeping 6 feet away and not touching,
But for cryin’ out loud
I just gasped at the crowd
On the old T.V. show that I’m watching!
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
True story, y’all! LOL!
I know the feeling.
HA!!
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Random Thoughts on the Social Network
If my words offend you,
please be forgiving.
My filters sometimes fail me.
I’ve been trying to remember
what it was I was concerned about
last year, as May approached.
Oh, I know.
It was that cancer thing.
And the chemo.
The stuff that has me
ducking for cover now.
It was then I learned
there’s a time for doing things,
and one for being still, becoming quiet.
Both are dear.
It was then I concluded
we can’t keep doing what we want.
We need to start
doing what we must.
It was then I adopted a philosophy of
compassion without borders.
This sounds like a fine concept,
don’t you think?
But please, don’t ask me to march
for peace and justice and equality.
Social distancing and
bone spurs, you know.
The spurs confound the urge to spur on.
I commented at PA, but “compassion without borders” just really really gets to me. Wonderful.
I missed a couple of days. No real spark from the prompts. Happens sometimes, don’t you know. But this prompt got me rolling again. Just remember, it’s my opinion.
Social Reengineering
We pushed God away
Satan quickly filled the void
Evil took over
Evil needs power
Power over the people
Any way it can
Henceforth the crises
Planned, I believe, to cause a
Worldwide pandemic
You may not think so
We all have our opinions
But what is the truth
The jury is out
But one day we’ll all find out
For now I believe
The panic is hyped
To scare us into hiding
It’s not as they say
Oh, don’t get me wrong
C-19 is dangerous
It’s part of their plan
You know what’s in play
We’re all being reprogrammed
Don’t accept the chip
I will not be tagged
No tracker will they inject
I will remain free
And no matter what
God will keep me protected
Or He’ll take me home
Whether or not I agree with its content, your poem is well penned. And I sure do agree with the end.
You know me, I never require agreement. But the winds are blowing in strange directions and things are not as they seem. Not at all.
ANTI-SOCIAL NETWORKING, by Walter J Wojtanik
Get on your side, stay off mine.
Six feet is just a suggestion.
In spite of human congestion
I think it’ll turn out fine.
No meeting at the corner bar,
no restaurant can feed you.
No church is open to congregate,
no sports events to recreate.
Put your damn mask on
and go wash your hands,
no fist bumps or handshakes,
heed the commands.
Just go home and stay inside,
beneath your dome you can hide.
We’re not anti-social, we’re practicing distance.
this Covid-19 will break your resistance.
Get on your side, get back in line.
Six feet under is no direction.
You know it’s for your own protection,
I think it’ll turn out fine.
Spot on!
Hear, hear!
Yep, yep, yep. And oh my word is it good to read your words and know you are recovering!!!!!
Anyone else having weird dreams lately?
Social Isolation and Weird Dreams about Wales
look at these veins
laced along my legs,
a juicy damson colour.
hold fast my heart; I am
airborne on faithless
wings of dreams, and
the weather’s turning
to a wringing storm.
thunder drums, and
wind’s bugle blows.
nightfall stirs dreams
of rainy brined air, and
I am glad to wake –
to leave behind Wales,
its hard-hurled language.
glad to leave its
Seventh Seal mono-
chrome game,
and its widow-making
gloom. glad to just
bloody well wake up.
Oh my. Such haunting descriptions. I hope your weird dreams keep at bay.
I read recently that people who are self-isolating are having weird dreams, trouble sleeping, or sleeping more than usual. It’s apparently really playing tricks on sleep patterns.
Yikes. So many ways havoc is being wreaked. 😦
Social Misfit
S ociety has a way of behaving together
O nly I don’t quite get it.
C ollectively, some people seem to know their ps and qs.
I didn’t seem to get the memo.
A ntisocial seems to work for me.
L et the crowds take care of their own.
M y friends don’t come in batches.
I like to hang out with one to a few at a time.
S ocial distancing isn’t hard for me.
F riends and socializing are important for an
I ntrovert, but just like Brylcreem, a little dab’ll do ya.
T wo or three social contacts a day is my quota.
I’m with you!
I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO relate! Maybe that 2-3 could be you, Candy, and me someday! 😉 Great acrostic, Connie!
Social Intelligence
I didn’t learn the phrase till recently,
“the ability to know oneself and others.”
I feel smarter saying it,
though mine’s still a bit low.
“I feel smarter saying it.” So cute!
Social Distancing
When I go to the grocery store
practicing social distancing,
I feel like a little marble
getting bumped about in a maze.
I wish they’d put up arrows
in Wal-Mart like they do at Safeway
so you don’t have to pass anyone.
Strange times we are in. This little poem is a good marker.
Social Compliance
He doesn’t mind gloves and a mask
As he shops and completes household tasks
He’ll stay in his house
Current guidelines espouse
In the internet’s blue light he’ll bask
I’m not 100% sure you are alluding to K-Mart with the internet’s blue light mention, but that’s where my mind went. 😉 Good poem!
Ha, the blue light special! I was thinking of the blue light emitted by our electronics
🙂
Social Butterfly
4/23/20
Flits here and there,
first this flower,
then that,
searching for just the right one
to settle in.