Sharing is Creepy

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   bearz12posted 9 years ago

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

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      bBereanposted 9 years agoin 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

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         Sed-meposted 9 years agoin reply to this

         haha, I love those lines.

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            bBereanposted 9 years agoin 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.

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   bearz12posted 9 years ago

   I like it very good job sir

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      bBereanposted 9 years agoin 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

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         bearz12posted 9 years agoin reply to this

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

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   bearz12posted 9 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

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      bBereanposted 9 years agoin reply to this

      d b

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   Sed-meposted 9 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.

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      bBereanposted 9 years agoin reply to this

      I love it.  Very nicely done.

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         Sed-meposted 9 years agoin 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.

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   bearz12posted 9 years ago

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

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   bearz12posted 9 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

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      Sed-meposted 9 years agoin 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.

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   bBereanposted 9 years ago

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

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   bearz12posted 9 years ago

   Thanks!  Haha rubbish is a nice word...

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   SilentMagentaposted 9 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.

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      bearz12posted 9 years agoin reply to this

      Oo ooh very good!

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         SilentMagentaposted 9 years agoin 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.

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            bearz12posted 9 years agoin reply to this

            Haha

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