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A Poem by Emily B

industrious Facebook friend is streamlining

his existence

with daily and weekly updates

on the number of souls excised already

and how many more are left to be purged.

 

i never met the man

and, honestly thought

i would have stopped

receiving his missives

several weeks back.

 

i never met the man

only saw him read his poetry once.

 

i almost wonder

how i have survived

the slaughter.

 

i want to ask

but fear to make myself too known

no tempting fate here

 

He calls himself poet and teacher

I sometimes call myself

those thing in lesser channels.

 

Maybe he glimpsed my blue skies once

Maybe I am a demographic to be marketed to

Maybe he likes my time travels

or recognizes a healer in disguise

 

Maybe I will get the axe next week

and all the wondering will be for nothing

 

whatever it is,

this is the most inspired I've been in months

and I'll take it

© 2014 Emily B


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Always found it interesting how the name 'facebook,' came to be born, given contact is not exactly face to face and one thus never knows really. Mind you, I'm not on facebook, so I don't really have much of a clue about it all, nor do I spend time in inane 'tweeting,' I'd much rather write poetry.

Having said that, I love how you found inspiration, and inspiration from whatever source is always a wonderful thing.

T

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Always found it interesting how the name 'facebook,' came to be born, given contact is not exactly face to face and one thus never knows really. Mind you, I'm not on facebook, so I don't really have much of a clue about it all, nor do I spend time in inane 'tweeting,' I'd much rather write poetry.

Having said that, I love how you found inspiration, and inspiration from whatever source is always a wonderful thing.

T

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Funny how we can find inspiration in the most unlikely of places… then again getting inspired by a fellow writer is not that unlikely.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am always wary of those who self-label, in all media, as "blessed ancient divine light here to teach YOU truth poet healers." They never strike me as authentic. The authentic ones I know write coherently, and do not claim to know the whole truth about anything. They muse. They ponder. They exhibit vulnerability and frailty and uncertainty. They admit to joys and sorrows. They say there is a lot they do not know, they live their lives in wonder. If they want tot reduce updates in their news feed, they use the block feature or simply unsubscribe from people they do not know well, quietly or with an apologetic explanation. It strikes me as very narcissistic to do what you are describing. And manioulative, to say the least. Like something our old friend Norg would devise.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Marie Anzalone

9 Years Ago

not all academics are full of themselves ;-)
Emily B

9 Years Ago

It must be a Kentucky thing :)
Marie Anzalone

9 Years Ago

could be :-)
"i never met the man
only saw him read his poetry once.

i almost wonder
how i have survived
the slaughter."

A heck of a poet to capture you from the first instance and inspire you deeply. The ax of Emily can go either way. Excellent...:)...................

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Emily B

9 Years Ago

he is one of those academics, my poetry is in a smaller constellation :)
Sami Khalil

9 Years Ago

I see. Enjoyed...:).........................

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