From Robert Lee Brewer:
"Well, I survived my 10K yesterday and did my final reads in Austin. Later this morning, Tammy and I will be hitting the road to drive back to Atlanta!
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “So (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “So Cool,” “So Stupid,” “So Not What I Would’ve Done,” “So Sweet,” or so many other possibilities."
Who Cares?
ReplyDeleteEvery day she posts more pictures of herself
I’m not pretty she says and posts yet another
Fishes for compliments and people respond
You’re beautiful they say- gorgeous- so pretty.
I’m not pretty she says and posts yet another
Who cares? I think. Do not tell the truth as she
Fishes for compliments and people respond
I wonder why people lie and don’t just agree.
Who cares? I think. Do not tell the truth as she
insists on telling us how ugly she is and
I wonder why people lie and don’t just agree.
why does she need others to lift her ego when she
insists on telling us how ugly she is while she
posts picture after picture of herself.
why does she need others to lift her ego when she
obviously thinks she is beautiful?
posts picture after picture of herself.
wants all to admire and wish they were her who
obviously thinks she is beautiful?
She does not want to hear the truth
wants all to admire and wish they were her who
fishes for compliments and people respond.
She does not want to hear the truth.
Every day she posts more pictures of herself.
Insecure people demonstrate their insecurity for all the world to see. It seems very sad to me. This is an excellent poem about an insecure person who can't help themselves.
DeleteOr we have the opposite. The ones who say look at me, I am so beautiful!!! I guess, I don't mind them as much as I mind the fishers though. Well written poem. You got a little confusticated on the theme but So What. LMBO. It's the prompt that counts and the poem that comes out of it. Right!!!
DeleteSo Who Cares? that was the title but some gnome or elf hiding in my computer dropped the SO!!! but as you said... so what... lol
DeleteYes, this drives me nuts too. I have several young women friends who do this regularly. As you said, "digging for compliments". And they are people I care about so I don't want to criticize them either. I wish there was something to say to get the point across.
DeleteSo Humble
ReplyDeleteThe Abode was so humble
in which she lived
but is was cluttered full
with the things that she did
books lined the walls
and kept out the wind
there were clothes in a basket
to be hemmed
her crocheting, a blanket
lay in her chair
she painted in the kitchen
paintings of wildlife helter skelter
stood round about
her easel and paints
her guitar stood in a corner
tuned and ready for use
many colored candles stood
all around
herbs hung from the rafters
yes, the cottage looked so humble
back there in the woods
but it was paradise inside
Be it ever so humble there's not place like home. love the images of her home cluttered with love.
DeleteGee, this sounds like your humble home Linda. LOL and yes, as Bonnie said, cluttered with love.
DeleteLovely images, thanks for this sharing.
DeleteSO IT WAS LIKE THIS
ReplyDeleteYou think you're so smart, don't you girlie?
Well, I'll wipe that smile off your face. Words
my father shouted at me. He was
so drunk, so angry. I was so young,
so rebellious, so the smile remained.
It wasn't worth trying to please him.
There was always so much more to do.
and yet he was so proud of how smart you were. he was always bragging to his friends about you..funny how he couldn't say it to you so did the opposite. excellent write.
DeleteI hated that word "girlie". I was a rebel too and got many a whoopin' for it. He actually did us a favor. He made individuals out of us. He was a little psycho and drunk but he brought out the best in us...somehow. Great poem!!!!
DeleteYes, been there, had similar experiences, though not exactly. They say what doesn't kill you makes you strong. It did so with you, as well as me.
DeleteSo Don't Blame the Lemon
ReplyDeleteSo bitter the lemon peel, so sour the juice,
But don't blame the lemon, for that's how it's made.
So sour the critic, so bitter the words
But don't blame the critic for just how they grow.
Life has a way of shaping us all,
lemon and critic, both grow to be so.
Eyes that can see how things are can allow
for bitter and sour, and let them go by,
add sugar to lemon to sweeten the taste,
compassion to criticism, seeking for peace.
Blaming the lemon won't make lemonade
Criticizing the critic adds bitterness too.
So it is now and so it will be,
Don't blame the lemon, the critic, or me.
fun poem. You post so late that I'm afraid I'm going to miss it someday. Tonight I just happened to be waiting up for midnight to wish Paul a happy birthday!!!
DeleteYes, well I'm not always on my computer in time to write a poem sooner. I will try to do better.
DeleteI love "Blaming the lemon won't make lemonade." And yes, so true. Now I have the song "Lemon Tree" going through my head too.
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