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