Best Reacquaint Poems
"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re fine to go.
Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.
You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.
No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.
Defeated, crazed you finally press
"Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security
To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself
With your "administrator" ?
So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?
Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !
Categories:
reacquaint, computer, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Watercolor memories paint
Enchanted mountains in my mind,
And sunshine's glow upon my face
Time to reflect and reacquaint
With friends so treasured and kind,
Reconnecting with God's grace
I felt joy, I had no complaint
With stars above I felt aligned
Like a time traveller in space
But time is not without constraint
Thoughts of a love I left behind
Beckoned me to a distant place
To enchanted mountains, blue sky
My saddened heart would say goodbye...
8-22- 2022
Trilonnet
Categories:
reacquaint, mountains, sunshine,
Form:
Verse
Bake sale for equality
Power to the people
But its true nullity
Its not for all people
"You've heard the complaints...
Now its really happening"
Equality with which you must reacquaint
The irony is saddening
One dollar for man
75¢ for a lady
Aren't we all human
We seem divided lately
Im not a feminist
But i hope you don't mind
Im a humanist
I believe in all of man kind
Categories:
reacquaint, allusion, corruption, discrimination, how
Form:
Quatrain
Bring all your revenges to the table
Sit them down and serve them well
Crystal cut glass, French Champagne
And listen to the stories that they will tell
Place guilt across from regret
Whilst heartbreak and sin reacquaint
Thoughts starched up cotton napkins
Dine with both the sinner and the saint
Lies like locust swarms spelt in sentences on the menu
Anger boils over erupts spoiling the setting
Ego attempts a humble hasty intervention
But memories x-ray sharp prevent forgetting
Tensions trek arduously around this table
Whilst fear scavenges for dirty little secrets
Elusive emotion makes an elegant appearance
Upping the ante, everyone taking side bets
I thought I heard someone call my name
It was coward hiding behind the door post
How could I not go to his aid?
I really must leave and assist him, after all I am the host
Categories:
reacquaint, character, emotions, environment, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
Just One More Day
If Death would grant, just one more day,
I’d use that time to simply play.
I'd take you in my arms once more,
and get to know you like before.
If I could, but see you again,
without the fog of grief or pain.
I would start my day with a smile,
if we could just talk for a while.
I'd say the words kept in my heart,
like how I loved you from the start.
And to mend a heart that’s broken,
silent feelings would be spoken.
I'd snuggle close and hold your hand,
letting you know just where I stand.
I'd reacquaint myself with you,
so you would know my love was true.
I would spend our time together,
wishing it would last forever.
And with our lips pressed in a kiss,
I’d fill your last moments with bliss.
Written Dec. 8th, 2015 for " JUST ONE MORE DAY - Poetry Contest ".
Categories:
reacquaint, death, emotions, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
Loneliness, insecurity, and the weight of reality
threaten to break your naive heart.
And you struggle with feelings of helplessness
and uncertainty.
Your heart harbors hurt, sorrow, fear, and pain;
but also a spark of hope
that curbs your worries and allows for a smile.
Examine who you are inside!
If you feel you're missing something,
you owe it to yourself to take a closer look.
Hope and disappointment, like the layers of an onion,
share the same power to bring tears to your eyes.
Gather up all the loving moments in your life,
and reacquaint yourself with those feelings of love.
Enduring years of heartache, you're frightened;
for it takes a brave heart to confront rejection,
and a determined soul to endure it.
You are unique!
Yet doubt festers in the darkest recesses of your mind;
where fear so often dwells.
And love is so precious that it awes you with its beauty,
while at the same time, it scares you with its fragility.
Categories:
reacquaint, angst, anxiety, destiny, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Inspired by Syed Wakil Ahmed
by Michaelw1two
Blissful peace; verses instability, violence, and disorder,
harmonious relations intervene, wicked minded interloper;
world's jactation spreads, amidst deflexion by war's aper,
segmentation of life hosts, exemplifies mind's distemper.
Grant control, rein heart's pride, control vice's constraints,
seek to follow mystery clear, don accoutrements of saints;
grope no words in death's fervor, thirst of living queint,
drink deep of past relations, in minds of men reacquaint.
Feed fulfillments probable, dream vivid vision's expectation,
shout in soul the glorious tune, salvation, life’s elation;
emulate will of peace, reach higher for mental causation,
trust in seed that breeds deeds, rekindle love's foundations.
Sense in conduct moral thought, alter minds of wicked men,
guide wayward souls to bold goals, as now a change begins;
speech enthralls troubled hearts, ear words heard so bends,
gatherings wide end madness' strife; pure light now descends.
Aware in individual power, changes grant being's eternity,
fully fight, in battles smite, modern fascist's amorality;
peace is earned in generous sums, defeat for wars duopoly,
relationship of mind and soul, bests corporate monopoly.
January 2010
Categories:
reacquaint, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Our Class is Close
By Franklin Price
4/23/2015
Our class is close though time has passed
Fifty years are quite a few
Through cyber space we travel fast
To reacquaint with ones we knew
Retired now or very soon
To face less hectic lives
Sit back enjoy the sun and moon
And more vacation drives
We'll tell of our adventures
On Facebook we will post
Try not to drop our dentures
When we tell our tales and boast
High school friends now getting age
Many gone along the way
Reconnecting now is all the rage
Now is the time to play
Don't be afraid to share with us
Past, present, future too
Do not offend or fight or fuss
Could lose a friend we have so few
Life's too short to pick a fight
Give postings lots of thought
Friends don't think that being right
Above all else is what we're taught
Support class mates when they are down
Post things of hope and care
Place a smile where was a frown
Let them know a friend is there
Categories:
reacquaint, age, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Driving carefree through the herbaceous desert, Ruby and I
Off to meet up with family and friends this Fourth of July
Word games banter, years renewed, time gently drifts away
A sweet time sweeps by on this rehabituating Independence Day
Categories:
reacquaint, celebration, family, feelings,
Form:
Quatrain
Xmas tide,
a time for familial gatherings,
The golden chain of friendship
…and companions
Sweet on each other,
parading arm in arm
Together to share a feast and gift giving
...Nativity scenes, red, gold, green
bells ringing
Garlands, wreaths, and holly
Holiday romance rekindles and
swindles kisses under a mistletoe
Lovers making love!
…A lonely time for others
She arrives solo, one link’s absence sears
her heart yet another year
Smiles seem forced they’ll think
…Cry out the hosts,
Drink up, plenty of champaign !
Chums come and go quickly
Good to flatter one in a funk or ho-hum
The dinner is served, everyone rejoices
Mingles and reacquaint
Toasts and jingles can’t take her gaze away
True feelings are hidden
Like a disconsolate widow,
mournfully she yearns for him
Not a soul to tell, nor a cherished confidant
to share a secret or a private matter
Of the sensuality of karma sutra wooing her gently
Mesmerizing thoughts of a distant lover
have taken her far from the celebration
…His sultry eyes, savory lips
Sleekly sinewed neck, and bulging biceps
Quite an exquisite exhibition
Into his warm embrace and into subservience
Draped in satin, his fingertips tracing her curves
duplicating guitar intonation on his
gears, depressing down fretted notes
Making sultry harmonic tunes
Counting down at the twelfth fretboard
Lusty lullabies erogenous, with more alibies,
Keeps silent not to arouse suspicions of
an affair's existence that shouldn’t be
She counts down the twelve days of Xmas tide
her yearning entails
love is starved at Xmas tide~
he plays keep away
Categories:
reacquaint, character, christmas, lonely, longing,
Form:
Haibun
She was devoured by the
polluted river That leads to hell,
Her conscience had deserted
her sponge soaked Brain,
Intoxication became her
Psychological constitution,
This problematic, indisposed
Woman, is not recognisable,
She can't accept that the
Diagnosed cure is abstinence,
My only wish is to reacquaint
With the wonderful woman I
Once had pleasure of knowing,
Though the current of this polluted
river is taking her further away,
Can the only relief be death?
Composed 10/03/2017.
74 words.
Categories:
reacquaint, abuse, drink, health, missing,
Form:
Free verse
There are those who say offensive words
should be banned from public speech,
oblivious to the fact that saying such
is incredibly offensive to me.
They prattle on, convinced that only
their own ideas hold the truth,
I wish I could say such madness
was limited to the naïve youth.
But the fact of the matter is quite clear,
though it may stick in their craw,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
We do not make exceptions for
the ideas which we despise.
A free man possesses, merely be being,
The right to speak his mind.
Nations that try to limit this,
whatever their intentions may be,
are committing evil against their own,
are performing acts of tyranny.
To silence voices that some dislike
is an insult to both one and all,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
So many forget that speech is more
then the mere flapping of gums.
Nations that can’t shout and debate
are the ones that turn to guns.
When there’s no way to voice concerns
a person turns into a powder keg,
what could be argued, loud and brash,
quickly becomes smashing heads.
The mayhem that this brings about
is quite bloody, cruel, and raw,
there’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
Some will point to crass, vile bigots
as a reason to silence the mass,
forgetting that if you let bigots speak
they usually fall on their ass.
Others say it’s a social good
to keep our words under control,
but such thinking leads to work camps
in places brutal, lost, and cold.
It’s far time we reacquaint ourselves
with what our Founding Fathers saw:
There’s no hate speech, only free speech,
and free speech is natural law.
Categories:
reacquaint, america, freedom, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Have you ever had a longing inside to reach back and touch yesterday? To reacquaint and reunite with people and places of your past? I have.
Have you ever started a quest that felt like a dream at first, with hopes of becoming one of the most beautiful projects of your life? I have.
I called it my connectivity quest, and there have been some rich experiences.
I once reached a place so nostalgic, so beautiful and captivating, that it was difficult to depart. I got comfortable, felt safe and secure, soothing and warm; I felt the loving embrace of peace and a level of freedom unlike any before.
Although from the start I knew that I could not stay; still, I felt no need or desire to rush. Although It was a sweet place of rest, reflection, and renewal; in my heart, I knew that it was not my place of destiny.
For a season my heart was stuck in neutral; my soul wanted to park; and every part of this place had my name on it. And so, from my camp of tranquility, from my haven of rest, from my playground of ‘remember when’s’, I arose and moved on. Moving on was not a 'want to' move but a 'had to' one.
Though reluctantly, I too, like cowboys of old after a cup of coffee, heard the sound of someone yelling out to me, “Head Em Up! Move Em Out! Rawhide!”
PSContest07312017, Let It Be, Catie Lindsey
Categories:
reacquaint, adventure, beauty, desire, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose Poetry
the invisible chains that hold and bind us .
that impossible Webb which those who control its tensions scuttle , hunt and prey on the trapped ! .
The retardant which holds all of people-kind back from becoming so much more.
this fabled glass ceiling if we are to evolve
‘must be smashed and as a race of beings therefore climb up together
into the light of freedom and meaningfully reacquaint ourselves with our limitless potential.
And so mote it be
Categories:
reacquaint, destiny, earth, faith,
Form:
Epic
I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing –
the toes of an infant, twitching
destiny to explore, long before
bottoms callus, and his legs
steadying for firm excursion --
Today, I think, I will be a child
again – in my mind and heart
reacquaint myself with
good witches in fairy-tales,
and with angels and prayer – …. Treating phones
and Internet like 14th century plague….
Categories:
reacquaint, environment, feelings, good morning,
Form:
Free verse