Best Rebooted Poems
I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition
Categories:
rebooted, angst, imagination, life, people,
Form:
Couplet
The quiet of the night, is God’s whisper
Its darkness is our soul’s mirror
There is a renewed intimacy with the earth
As the world rests with peaceful breathes
Insects are hissing and the wind whistling
As nature is quiet to hear us breathing
The dogs are howling, the insects are chirping
The cocks are crowing, as the day is lurking
Then suddenly the night stops whispering
The cocks crow more desperately
Flashing and vibrations, as alarms buzz
I hear the world, I hear the cars
Their screeching tires and screaming sirens
Rumbling heavy automobiles and trains
Rebooted engines at smoking factories
Pacey footsteps heading to their stores
Burning and grinding nature to bareness
Ringtones and beeps, continuously calling us
With all of these sounds we lose awareness
Of the land, water and air, holding us
The sound of the world is nature’s cry
When humans wake up, nature dies
Categories:
rebooted, city, green, nature, night,
Form:
Free verse
senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is a plane in a prism. A pram. Circling. But not a curdled crisp. Boot not a rebooted tooting train. For trains are teams and team is neither a steam locomotive nor a mystified heron on a penny farthing. Part board part hoard and a collapsing crash of hands. Figure a fakery is an idiomatic meaning of a didactic form of unilaterally placed flowers. And the beak says hi. But not before the fire arrives in a bowl of plankton. At noon. In a square. If travelling in a circular ship travel light and only carry one tray, one mug, a beaker, a wheel, and a supernaturally charged frog. Interesting to note how the enhanced forms of wit is involved in intergalactic war games. Playing on a two ton tea towel. Very very heavy. Heavy rock and heavy metal is in a school eating cereal at the back of a classroom. Haha. And the deafening boom of bell brings balls to halls and hallowed singing in a line. Youth yawn yearly. And a little micro dot of a hedgehog plays the bass guitar with a sparrow, a nine foot semi eroded dustbin, a mentally disturbed earwig, a corrupted cucumber, and a non digestible house brick. Wow. Such enlightenment from a factory of frozen peas. Hahaha the wine is in the winds. Hahaha message board secret speaking to a pen. Hahaha number of stolen goods dancing with the police. How apolitical and jar of gold coasting coats. Xxxxx Palladian ponies. Xxxxx geometrical gnome. Xxxxx synchronous swanky swans. X uncharacteristically z z z z z. At 689% of a slice of pear cider. Personified x
Categories:
rebooted, april, arabic, art, august,
Form:
Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers.
Speaks an incomprehensible raspy language to subconscious;
Mind unaware,eyes chained to where blue meets azure.
Mourning waves wailing past sorrows unforgettable.
Scorching sun above witness, time's healing ointment
Calms sloshing, turns to gurgling, frothing & silence.
Waves' heights mark decibels, joy & pain quantified,expressed.
Wisened serene waters meditate,singing soothing hymns
To lone hearts seeking life's meanings in the abstract.
Descending blanket of darkness muffles frolicking surf.
Agony laden screams, writhing to escape clutch of terrors
Unknown. The blue deepens, murky black leaves sea affected.
Penance of shouting, weeping & sobbing at the altar
Of solitude, fruits into return of pristine innocence.Rebooted.
Burdened waves slow motioned,gently lift tired eyelids-whispers,
Carriers of secret messages,unheard stories & salty tears.
Caressing sleeping ears, rise,rise to the sounds of the sea.
Rise...rise soon for a new Blue Ballad lies in wait.
-©Viraj Shah 30.11.2013
Categories:
rebooted, color, emotions, poems, sad,
Form:
Free verse
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
Categories:
rebooted, dark, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Used to be a steady sound of static
Endlessly emitting from my heart
Couldn't find the right station
Honestly didn't know where to start
Itching to open a line of communication
Linking my mind with my body
Time to fine tune the frequency
Ready for a new wavelength to embody
Retooled, recalibrated, and rebooted
Signal now coming in crystal clear
Need to keep my finger on the pulse
To make sure distractions don't interfere
Now that I'm up and running
Let me lend some bandwidth to you
Make sure to attune your antenna
Let’s flip the channel to something new
We all share the same airwaves
Continuously connected through time and space
Try your best to transmit positive vibes
Broadcasting our rediscovered grace
Categories:
rebooted, analogy, encouraging, inspirational, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Hour glass pours so slow, I wonder if the hour knows
I challenge a thought to pass out my mind, and take form through my mouth
Dancing in the beginning of the rush of feeling felt of something new
Drowning when I realized that the colors of paint were still wet and dripping on me
Endless was the craving; wanting for more, less, then yelling to stop
Needing to grasp a legde that I knew I threw myself over
Poundering now, when I look at the mask that just left this face and returned
Leering at this body that has just rebooted it self back to normalcy
All I want is an answer, but the page written has already been torn
Cowardice makes me do the same, but my writing never stops sinking
Erasing it won't make it go away, so I must endure it in my hidden place...
Categories:
rebooted, confusion, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Like an accursed
child That has
refused her mother's
womb peace We
hear slogans of agenda
Dangling in the
lips Of our
rebooted acolytes Of
directlionless leaders
chewing their mouths like
kolanut lost in a journey of
an aborted
marriage This
several seasons like
abiku,our ears host
agendas that dumps us in
regenerated darkness
while dollars transforms to
mountains in coded swiss
bank accounts
Categories:
rebooted, adventure
Form:
Blank verse
What happens when you untie
a ribbon in the sky?
And for all the known reasons
for rain, you still cannot
reconcile why
these all-to-familiar
tears must be cried.
Tie a ribbon on a kite
and find joy in the wind,
direct your lightning strike
shout louder than your storm
and see how quiet
your life becomes.
Times such as these
is when you've seen the ugliest part
of for better and worst
and somehow
she still looks better
than beautiful.
In life, there's things we must endure
wrongs that must be righted
Systems rebooted. Romances reignited
Love adds shape to pain
and pain is what makes love feel insane.
It's akin to giving someone CPR
compressions without breaking any ribs
Be passionate with your interactions,
your contact might be the catalyst
for someone's life-saving chain reaction
Whether you believe or don't
Love no matter how inadvertent
has a way of taking us all to some cross
in some way, shape or form
Love is a little hand touching a hot stove
and a daddy crying decades later
because he knows what his
son is about to endure
The most important lesson about love
is that at it's best, it hurts worst than any
broken bone. That's why tears seem
to just materialize.
And I know this prose is more rant than rave,
and you'd be a fool to try and love
the same way I do.
But now you know why love is so damn crazy
I untied that ribbon, shouted as loud as I could,
found the right wind so we could elevate again,
but every time I did, I incurred damage
to my physical being and
said never would I do that again,
But my cross is somewhat
repetitive
and I will always be here
trying to get your kite
at just the right height.
Even if it means using my ribbon
for tail strings
Categories:
rebooted, child, growth, life, love
Form:
Prose Poetry
Fooled me
Hit me with the....
Love bombing faze
Said to myself....
Hmm... this different
Inner me subconsciously
Wanted to flee
Too good to be true
Trick myself...
Girl let him love on you
Heart wondered
Wondered in darkness
Mind played tricks on me
Judgement cloudy
Cloudy from the red flags
Had all the right words
Words that sizzle my soul
soul floated on Milky Way
Charismatic ascended my spirit
9th dimension of spiritual realm
Thoughts of you
Rang angels playing trumpets
Feed my butterflies in my soul
Your touch rebooted my thoughts
Thoughts of morning sunrise
Blissfully rocking through my emotions
Thought of your love
Elevated my high as a Eagle
False dream of my fairytale
Deemed chaotic
Dilute it my ecstasy
Fell to darkness
Fairytale turned lies
Damn... I had my wall up
Mind in rage
Night of passion
Should left it there
Sweet nothings invaded
My innocent heart
Left my logic in a corner
Logic should been my best friend
Fell for illusion
Fell for false identity
Nobody feelings matter
Asswipe unapologetic
Remorseful what I did?
Care I have no conscious
Indecisive;confused
Selfish I come first
Sweet nothings I tell
Incompetent I don’t know love
Sneaky
Trifling
Inconsiderate
Careless; reckless
Categories:
rebooted, anxiety, best friend, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
Her beauty's rare,wild yet free
and in me she seems to see it in the same I agree
She inspects my stlye, intercepts my smile
Eyes meet like the sun and the moon causing eclipse
And with those eyes, she watched my Mode,seeing melodys of music flashing love upload
She caresses my tunes, but only in her brain where she keeps important moments in her
main data frame
I feel Love equal, I respect her desire,feeling her notes in my wires
seeing the flame being the fire I feel Love equal
Her connection was strong I was Love virus
So she deleted mcAFEE and let my love enter
Machine Love rebooted up....Hit Ent.
Much Love
Richard Q. Corbett
Categories:
rebooted, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
Quatrain 1
Sitting alone at nadir in serpentine sloth;
it is placed on the breeding typo.
A slight failure comes out of the emptiness and makes
successful that which should not be believed in the rain.
Quatrain 2
The worm in the head is placed in the mind of the typo's lunacy.
With weirdness he sprinkles both the hemp of his gesture and his folly.
A wobbling fiend: he trembles in his PJs.
Divine squalor; the goblin sits nearby.
Quatrain 3
When the livers are overturned by the whisky
and fools are covered by canards,
the new repetition will be troubled by its perversion.
At this time the robots and the wackos will rumble wrongly.
Quatrain 16
A spaceman joined with a pontificator in Sagittarius
at its highest ascendant.
Plague, flatulence, debacle from moribund hoaxes;
the cat assassinates the rat.
Quatrain 23
In the third minute, at the siege,
the Bootlegger and the Luddite meet on the ballpark.
The fatigued Luddite looks up to holy mackerel
and sees an epic playing with the satire.
Quatrain 48
When twenty yards of the Moron's rejoicing have penetrated
another will take up his rejoicing for seven thousand yodels.
When the exhausted Soul takes up his claptrap
then my perspiring and twaddling will be accomplished.
Categories:
rebooted, funny, satire, surreal, word
Form:
Burlesque
Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!
Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void
repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction
absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed, et cetera,
asper knowing nothing
perchance if previous rendition
courtesy big bang phenomena
commissioned swirling pretty
little invisible thangs
dust mote size
universe created, vis a vis
most violent explosion
blasting subatomic tidbits
bestowing, endowing, issuing, et cetera
propensity, allowing,
enabling, and providing
spontaneous quixotic, narcotic,
and kinetic (kit) impulse
gifted, kindled plenti
tinder vittle loving care,
(albeit on quark hilly
weigh small scale),
each unique data packet of life
transiently questing organic matter
linkedin within uber
webbed wide world
thrust by motive forces distilled
since primordial ooze
painstakingly agglomerated
electron's micro gravitational tug
incrementally configured
viable combinations
propelled to fraternize, collide, amass
with other distinct minuscule entities
democratic, platonic, and symbiotic
tete a tete kickstarting avast
differentiation, golong
engendering hulu costs indeed
pensively trumpeting,
deploying, and fracking
the art of the Stormy Daniels deal
eventually across great swaths of time
inaugurating edifice of complex systems
(again unimaginatively teeny tiny
timid uber pinhead size zealots)
livingsocial hoity toity groupon outlook
accruing quicken fancy feast
to concatenate, generate, and get linkedin
with hotmail to discover
visa vis whatsapp
penning with Molly Q. Wells!
Categories:
rebooted, creation, dark, fruit, god,
Form:
Free verse
12/5/20
Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it
Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit
They spread lies, but the truth is
Staying sharp or a doofus
Handy or useless
In a world that can be merciful or ruthless
Just a baby, or a fully grown "Toothless" (Dragon)
(How quickly people bandwagon)
Pleasant or putrid
Humble or full of hubris
Intact or uprooted
In the open or secluded
A lack of energy and motivation, or being boosted
The body reconstituted and mind rebooted
Being wise or foolish
Already hinted and alluded
People can be so stupid
Always they feuded
And often hooted
Worried about who did
What, then they quickly brooded
Time has proved it and exuded
Just one of many things I've concluded
Sad that so many have been unjustifiably prosecuted
Got the juice or electrocuted
Problems remaining or getting troubleshooted
Getting it done or roosted
Giving up or continuing when rerouted
Getting nowhere or commuted
A life of hardship or of being undisputed
Drinks that are strong or diluted
The volume turned up or muted
Became friends with a druid
Never once tooted
His own horn, or made excuses
Categories:
rebooted, life, meaningful, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Let me take you on a journey
To a place between forth and
Fifth dimension
An empty space
that leads to hearts
made of lace
but are
as strong as
spider silk.
A place where bodies
lie perpendicular
and minds more like
vehicles. Mouths open
and muted as our bodies
are rebooted. Houston
You should see this
The view is so spectacular
using this type of vernacular
Watching my world
unfold before me.
Indeed, indeed
Enlisting in the Space Force
was a Jedi's destiny.
Categories:
rebooted, love, lust, stars,
Form:
Free verse