Best Recharged Poems
TENDER LOVING TOUCH
don't fear
she's dear
tight clutch
soft touch
wears white
polite
too sick
she's quick
your ache
she breaks
your ill
she feels
one pill
you still
preserve
your nerve
correct
inject
your shock
she blocks
you scared
she cares
through sleeps
she peeps
recharged
discharge
"thank you"
she coos
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Sponsor Judy Konos
Contest Name YOUR FOOTLE POEM
---Placed1st---
O.E. Guillermo
8:41 pm, April 04, 2015
Categories:
recharged, care, career, dedication, health,
Form:
Footle
You held me that day, wrapped me in your cocoon,
Waited patiently for me to grow my wings back.
You let me cry a salty puddle on your shirt,
Resting your puzzle-piece chin on my puzzle-piece head,
Rubbing my back in little circles that recharged me.
There is no currency for kindness, my friend,
But I owe you more than you can know.
Categories:
recharged, devotion, me, me,
Form:
Verse
A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood
A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night
An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle of nowhere with red deer to seek
Twelve-hours of hiking, commencing that day
Now trapped with some refuge a stone throw away.
Cracking of boulders being pushed by the current
Affirming the folly of crossing this torrent.
Necessities shaping a cold camp till the dawn
Just tattered old plastic, to use as an awn.
Soft moss as a bed but soaking from rain
Ferns as a pillow don’t cushion colds pain.
Dark of the evening only adds to the pall
Deaths favoured colour, as rain continues its fall
Shivering endless; bodies fighting the shock
Drops of clouds tears slowed to the tick of a clock.
Moisture still falling, no hope for them now
Prospects were mirrored by the dark of the hour
Subtly the winds whispered breathe in their ear.
Fight.
Rekindling the flames to survive their harsh plight
Packs full of food, swiftly emptied for fuel
Bodies recharged in spite of the cool.
Rain in the dark hours continued to pour
Sounds from the river commenced to fair roar,
First crack of dawn and they got up and away
Wilderness wins this particular day.
*Based on a true story however my companion and I were stuck in the elements
for 2 days and nights. Another river flooded and blocked our exit.*
Categories:
recharged, adventure, earth, nature, success,
Form:
Narrative
Sequence
Easy,
Holidays,
Sigh of relief,
Fun and frolic throughout,
Live life !
Short break,
Vacation,
Rejuvenates,
Feasting at our leisure,
Recharged !
Written November 12th, 2014
For contest 'Cinqku poem' by Dr. Ram Mehta
Awarded 2nd place
Categories:
recharged, cheer up,
Form:
Cinqku
Hola, I am Ram mehta,
I am going out to say adios to the land,
Where cars are houses,
And houses are storehouses.
I am going out to say adios to the land,
Where boy friends are easily available,
But batteries not included.
I am going out to say adios to the land
Where the girls are looking for the fun,
But batteries to be recharged.
I am going out to say adios to the land,
Where a son is enamoured of his own mother
And daughter seeks her own father in bed.
I am going out to say goodbye to the land,
An unmarried girl wants a child,
Her mother takes her to the city to get pregnant,
Like a shepherd takes the cows to a bull.
Please leave your message,
I shall get back to you
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August 6, 2014
Form: Free verse
First Place win
Contest: I'll be back byVicky
Categories:
recharged, social,
Form:
Free verse
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
Categories:
recharged, beauty, seasons, time,
Form:
Free verse
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:
recharged, angst, imagination, life, people,
Form:
Couplet
Looking across the meadows where the
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.
Categories:
recharged, life, love, nature, time,
Form:
Free verse
On one sultry August day
In a clearing in the woods
Within a long delay
for salvaged auto goods
Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun
High above one ant, homebound, on the run...
Along a rugged trail
of micro hill and dale
Between pebbles and sprigs
Over shards and twigs
For seconds brief, beneath a leaf
‘Round a rock, willy nilly
Root outcrop, dilly dally;
Up the maple, fast
With head-on-haul in grasp
In and out of bark
Inside crevice, dark
Astride the edge, at last
Across a lichen patch
Behind broad leaves of dark green hue —
To my chagrin, beyond my view;
Out from under the shade
Into the open glade
Within the reflective collage
of glinting metals and shards
Beneath the tranquil sky — recharged!
Categories:
recharged, education, nature, summer, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
A day of weary mind and body,
She found herself in a comfy bed,
So soft and relaxing, she lay back.
Then both eyes started to rest, while
hands were together on top of her stomach.
So comfortable feeling, she started to snore.
Sign of tired and stressful days she absorbed.
She began to sleep so deep and dream suddenly occur.
Her soul started walking a long narrow pathway.
Taking slow motion and feet couldn't move so fast.
There's a tiny light shining in a passage.
She can barely move and reach the end of the road.
She saw an old woman waiting for her at the end.
The very familiar face she longed to touch and kiss again.
"She's my mom!" she shouted aloud.
"Mom, wait for me! I wanna be where you are."
But the image suddenly disappeared.
So she tried to run as fast as she can.
When she reached the end, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.
A voice of a young lady saying,"Ma'am, wake up!"
"Are you gonna take this bed?"
"Is it for cash or thru credit card?"
She stood up hurriedly and blushed.
"No. Thank you! Your bed is soft and comfy, but I should go back."
And her rest was over, now full recharged.
Categories:
recharged, dream, lost, memory, mom,
Form:
Narrative
(I am inspired to write this poem by three Hollywood Movies (1)* The movie: Art of crying
(2)** The Cruel Intentions II (3)*** Julienne Moore starer (I don't remember the
name of the movie)
Hola
I am Ram Mehta, I am going
To say adios to this damn,..damn da..
To the world of Movies where cars are houses
Houses are storehouses….fed up with this life style
I am going to say adios to that world where the boy
Friends, girl-friends
Friends of all types and kinds are easily
Avaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii l a b l e
just for asking only
BUT but but buttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
Batteries not included
I am going to say adios to that worlddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
Where the
Girls
Are looking for fun, but.. But…what should I say yay
"Batterries to be recharged."
I am going to say adios to that world where a son is enamoured of his
Own..own, (I am shamed to say, O.K. will write,) “mother”
And …………….
And …………And a father seeks his own
Damn (I got to write) hhhhhh “Own daughter” in bed
Still shameful is… An unmarried girl wants a child of
Her own, her mother takes her to the city to get
Pregnant like …likekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkke
A shepherd takes the cows to the
BULL.
Adieu Adieu
Adieu
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March 18, 2014
Form : Concrete
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place Win
Contest: Danger by Sheri Fresonke Harper
Categories:
recharged, introspection, sad,
Form:
Concrete
4.
on this spine
having a mouth of crocodile
always jump down
the climate
everyday
the sunglass changes
look at the soil and the sky
no one of them has any body-guard
the open mouth of the light
swallows the grey coin
here the wall becomes more tamed
the wild jasmine comes nearer to the heart
and hums
then ripping open my veins
should i also vomit the blue elocution
accumulated on the cock-pit
after recovery of the flower-mill from fever
the harmonium is being played on
even introduction with the gas-balloon
has not been done yet
5.
arrangements are being made
the green shirt will gradually
turn reddish
the culverts that have become exhausted
within the travel-format
will get recharged again to sit up straight
and the hawker will get passed the silent-home
shouting with undressed coconuts in hands
from the lap of the stand-still rocking-cradles
of the children-park
the amaltas will say
i’m ready
then to escape the sun-shine
the boy who comes to attend the private tuition
will embrace… oh margosa … its your pierced-heart
you may tell him that the name of the girl
who is eating guava and swinging her legs
sitting on its branch is munni
6.
the horse is running
just above 3 feet of the yellow cornice
his back is full of dreams
or a girl named miss dorothy
around it is the mid-night
around it is the wind that wants to be printed
and in every corner of its flying
are hundreds of skirts
all are of free-size
what may be their market-price
there is no shop-keeper there
in that valley
a shadow is proceeding on
do you know whose shadow it is
he is philip the teacher who gets irritated easily
this time there is no thin cane
in his hand
in the pieces of papers dumped in the waste-box
under his window there is a manuscript eaten up by the worms
there is ‘darling’ there
and ‘yours beloved greta’
in which skirt
a touch of that greta does remain
is it being searched even today
is it greta or margaret or eliza
there is no bar if it is dorothy
in whose smell there is no greta
who has no such horse flying just above three feet
of the yellow cornice
each mid-night fills the fountain pen
with the flow of blue ink
Categories:
recharged, fantasyblue, flying, girl, horse,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Every day before the sun would set, my husband and I would have a glass of wine.
We would sit on the front porch admiring nature’s glory before us so fine!
We would enjoy the view of my husband’s hard work in our beautiful yard.
He was an expert country gardener, nothing for him was too hard.
We would take our glass of wine, and take a leisurely walk around the grounds,
Inspecting each flower and the vegetable garden, happy we didn’t live in town.
The roses were looking splendid, the dahlias brilliant, the impatiens had multiplied...
The flowers were at their peak, and it was wonderful to be outside!
In the vegetable garden we would find new squash, tomatoes, and beans,
Then we would pick some swiss chard for supper to have our greens.
We would go across the pond and sit in the gazebo for a different view,
Admiring the fountain, and the endless sky that was so blue.
Finally we would head back to the house to get our dinner started,
And after the flower and vegetable tour, we were recharged and lighthearted.
Looking back, I would not trade anything for those late afternoon strolls.
We were one with nature, appreciating God’s beauty to the depths of our souls.
Categories:
recharged, beauty, flower, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Computer dear
Everyday when I switch on my computer,
I say to myself,
Gets up from sleep at my one touch,
Recharged, he appears with a huge smile,
Is he in love with me ?
Taking all my commands throughout the day,
And still giving his best,
Eye to eye without a flicker,
Working with me in unison,
I have the keys to his heart,
As he unlocks my brain,
Takes me to google,
And we travel around the world,
Keeps me updated what come may,
One button click and its a child's play,
Anything that becomes obsolete,
He helps me by selection of delete,
Each data that will sincerely behave,
I am able to place it under save,
He is my work passion, a must obsession,
Modern life, technology will surely steer,
There's no life without you computer dear !
Written April 8th, 2015
For contest "Computer poem" by Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place
Categories:
recharged, blessing, cute love,
Form:
Free verse
Even the Great pyramids,
magnificent structures of wonder
are overshadowed by
the majesty of mountains;
crowned in golden sun.
Halos glisten white.
Spoiled tower of babble.
The long and winding road;
travelers delight to follow;
a pitiful mimic of
the mighty river,
cutting, free, it's own path
with unbridled sinew;
recycled and recharged in the sea.
Enormous jets of sonic speed,
performing stunning sky art.
It's technology dwarfed by
simplicity of aerial agility.
The hovering hummingbird
darts away as the
spiraling bumble bee lands.
Destruction of nuclear bombs;
pluming mushroom clouds,
snuffed out by
gigantic hurling asteroid.
Earth knocked off it's axis
with a single blow.
Lights out.
Robots in the image of man
performs tasks, uses logic.
Only a cold reflection of humanity.
No joy, love or sorrow.
No tears or laughter.
Our most futile attempt at playing God....
No soul.
Categories:
recharged, creation, mountains, river,
Form:
Verse