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Monday, June 12, 2017

Social Media Hearts--(A Poem)


Look at the world,
where varied types of hearts commingle.
Some seem fully oxygenated,
gassed up
ready to whirl over others like a lawnmower.
Delete key overload,
parental controls,
a pack of unfriended hearts--
who had once made us smile.
Adult supervision lingers as
spiritual guidance,
legal representation,
group administrators,
and an authoritative boss.
Assisted living pulls hearts into
managed care and hospice.
One end is another beginning.

Wary hearts meekly gasp for air,
a word,
perhaps a meal.
Some are fearful and alone--
they kick--
act embarrassed—
ashamed of the past.
Sad hearts often find themselves mortified to be human.
They feel the species is regressing--
it does sound rather depressing.
And science invented a pill,
increasing serotonin--
flowing with emotional  dopamine
numbing like legalized cannabis.
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.
Watch the news—hear the fire and the missiles--
see handsome soldiers break their mother’s hearts.

There are evil hearts that stab with knives made of sarcasm.
Sometimes they crawl into the recesses of their ventricles
pushing their own bloody convictions
behind an alias,
a nameless heart.
Cowardly hearts that prey
without a spine.
Waiting for a payoff?
Or simply inebriated?
Unattached and disloyal knights
who don’t care about anybody’s heart.   

Courageous hearts peacefully march for rights.
They proudly protest unfairness.
Stomping out bad hearts with vocalizations,
banners and communal prayer.

Like a roller-coaster—hearts can skyrocket at the medical center.
Hearts come and go.
On foot or carried on a stretcher.
Some have stitches and stents--
some turn to God and repent.
Wild ones twirl like overjoyed ballerinas.
Some people paint dreams around their heart like a picket fence.
They weave through clouds on multi-hued fantasy creatures,
and sing or write poetry about grateful hearts.   
Some are volunteering,
rescuing, knitting or putting out fires.
Millions of magnificent hearts connect into a loving tapestry.
But can honest hearts keep the good from unraveling?
Can we manage the truth behind our limitations,

while guarding innocent hearts?
In Time of Harmony by Paul Signac 1893


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by Eve Gaal

10 comments:

  1. Very powerful.
    Evil can only triumph when good does nothing. There is always hope.

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  2. Hello Eve, thanks for your recent visit and comment on our blog. We always appreciate and welcome new visitors. I plan to look around and read more on your blog as well. This ooem was very moving.

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  3. That's a great poem, Eve. It really captures what's going on in the world.

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    1. Sadder than I'd like for my blog.Thanks Jay!

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  4. These are certainly thought-provoking words Eve. I’m in awe of your writing.

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