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Sharing is Creepy

  1. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    Anyone want to jump on here and share their poetry???

    1. bBerean profile image60
      bBereanposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      Here, I whipped this up for you:

      Sharing is Creepy

      Social media comes in many forms
      and I'm not shy to say,
      while so many freely open up
      I've tried to stay away.

      My privacy is important.
      I don't want everyone to know,
      each time a meal upsets me,
      or if I've stubbed my toe.

      I needn't share what was for desert,
      or my next destination.
      Perhaps it's best I chill before
      I post carelessly in frustration.

      Some seem to need an audience
      for each moment of their life.
      I like my friends, but many things
      I'll just share with my wife. 

      Forgive me if I don't while the hours
      in my monitor's dull glow,
      lest I miss out on some tidbit
      that everyone else knows.

      A blank stare by those who can't look away,
      like pretty girls and mirrors.
      When did missing out on anything
      become among our greatest fears?

      So perhaps I'm just old fashioned,
      I need to sign off when I'm sleepy.
      Consider this before you post;
      sometimes sharing's creepy!

      bBerean / Hubpages.com

      1. Sed-me profile image82
        Sed-meposted 2 years ago in reply to this

        haha, I love those lines.

        1. bBerean profile image60
          bBereanposted 2 years ago in reply to this

          So a little Blue Oyster Cult influence slipped in.  What can I say?  Plus I had to figure out how to incorporate "creepy".  I don't really sign off when I should.

  2. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    I like it very good job sir

    1. bBerean profile image60
      bBereanposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      ty.  I had fun doing this once before.  Over a year ago Ahorseback started a thread challenging everyone to do a poem with this title as the muse: 
      "Love in the opaque ........"

      Here was my contribution:

      Love in the opaque.

      Complexity.
      Give and take.
      Kept interesting and new.
      Love and this relationship,
      there's always more to do.
      Perhaps we'll never get it right,
      and although close, it's never clear,
      and yet it's this opacity,
      that makes it all so dear.
      As we assess in golden years,
      what has made our lives worthwhile,
      what things recalled from among it all,
      still make us want to smile,
      Embracing things we know are real,
      dismissing what was fake,
      the jewel that rises from the ash
      is love in the opaque.

      http://hubpages.com/forum/post/2462862

      1. bearz12 profile image61
        bearz12posted 2 years ago in reply to this

        Cool man!  Yeah, this is fun...like a creative writing class...

  3. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    Day in, day out the alarm lets me know who is there and why 
    I dream of the forests and the wilderness
    when I see your photoshops
    your dresses and new tops

    Twice an hour I'm reminded, and I start to sigh
    the pictures of your dinner, and  afterwards the mess
    when I see your main course
    your salad and new forks

    The status of a relationship doesn't catch my eye
    the bickering, and arguing your under so much stress
    when I do see that you've parted ways
    your new fling and his paydays

    I start to think of all the secrets, that I'd like to keep
    and realize that when you share
    that you're kind of a creep

    1. bBerean profile image60
      bBereanposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      d wink b

  4. Sed-me profile image82
    Sed-meposted 2 years ago

    Let's see... sharing.. over sharing... to the point of being creepy and making ppl uncomfortable?
    I'm so in!



    The Girl Who Would Be Queen.

    The fee for a non-male is high
    we scrape the ground, but ne'r the sky
    and always we are wond'ring why
    the world is so unfair.

    The time would come, once they had need,
    those boys would start to pay us heed,
    and we pretended every deed,
    was something keen and rare.

    Then as our breasts begin to bud,
    emotions coursing like a flood
    for womanhood is bound in blood
    ... a suitor won our hand.

    But as we gave our thrones away
    and let go of our yesterdays
    In light of all that had decayed
    ... we doffed that binding band.

    And though this is a forlorn tale
    of hopes that die and dreams that fail
    for all those who are still not male
    I urge you to seen!

    Because your heart is torn in two
    And no one knows what you've been through
    You must go back and find in you
    The girl who would be queen.

    1. bBerean profile image60
      bBereanposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      I love it.  Very nicely done.

      1. Sed-me profile image82
        Sed-meposted 2 years ago in reply to this

        Thanks, I liked it too so I just made it a hub. lol
        I like how yours is a tale of love that stands the test of time and mine is of failed love.
        Two sides of the coin, both make for good poetry. smile

  5. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    Awesome!!  The Girl Who Would Be Queen I like that

  6. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    creep

    undeniably dirty
    abandoned, alone, watching
    living in trash
    adapting to my surroundings
    I am what I eat
    Rubbish
    the rain is my water pressure
    the sidewalk my patio
    killing time
    killing myself
    I am what I eat
    Heartache
    creep

    1. Sed-me profile image82
      Sed-meposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      I liked yours too... anytime a person uses the word "rubbish" I really enjoy that.

      I heard the best thing on NPR today... it was a letter a man wrote back in the 30s to all the production companies, when he wanted to become a screenwriter. I'll see if I can find it. It reminded me of this one of yours.

      Urg, couldn't find it... sorry.

  7. bBerean profile image60
    bBereanposted 2 years ago

    Fun thread!  We need more contributors.  Come on folks, hop in...the waters fine.

  8. bearz12 profile image61
    bearz12posted 2 years ago

    Thanks!  Haha rubbish is a nice word...

  9. SilentMagenta profile image77
    SilentMagentaposted 2 years ago

    Fools gold

    I seen
    I heard
    I smelled
    disgust from the very musk that slide down your face
    Covering the very being of my hearts disgrace
    As the envy ran down my face
    You had the nerve to speak I do
    After everything that we went through
    But I understand why the hand I was dealt
    Wasn't filled with wealth
    The night you call me
    the night of your I do
    You can have gold or a fool
    I took the gold.
    Shes stuck with you.

    1. bearz12 profile image61
      bearz12posted 2 years ago in reply to this

      Oo ooh very good!

      1. SilentMagenta profile image77
        SilentMagentaposted 2 years ago in reply to this

        Thank you. Lol. I wasn't sure if it would be good. I have been write halloween poems all month. I am so tried of halloween already.

        1. bearz12 profile image61
          bearz12posted 2 years ago in reply to this

          Haha

 
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