Best Reconnected Poems
No T.V., no internet, what are we to do, just look at us!
I remember a time, it wasn’t such a fuss.
Where pleasure and creativity we could find
without such things to entertain humankind.
We could look around and we could see
All the jewels of life waiting to be.
A life so good, a sun so bright,
While sharing it all with family; what a delight!
We wake up in the morning with smiles all around,
For there certainly be a love one to be found.
We’d notice the cold floors tickle our toes,
Now it tablets and i-phones up everyone’s nose.
We stepped out the door to start a new day
Not with text messages but hugs and kisses leading the way.
Our generation was tight knit and grand,
We all worked together with one purpose at hand.
That our next generation would have better opportunity,
With ever so much, and always have plenty.
And for the life we had, we knew we were blessed,
So we store up the extra to help out the rest.
We welcomed the strangers that came by our way,
We offered a meal and invited them to stay.
Today, if the door bell rings, we jump up in fret
If not forewarned by a previous text.
A variety of friends, we’ve made through the years,
Not by facebook request, but by having listening ears.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the new technology of this time,
But replacing one for the other is but a crime.
No T.V., no internet, now six days has past,
And from it a poem is written, and that is that, at last.
For today we got reconnected,
But remembering that at time it’s better to stay disconnected.
The evolution of humans is that
we went from simple cell
organisms to plastics.
All this fakeness makes me
want to embrace realness.
Blemishes and weight gain,
silver hair with golden bands
the struggles that come with reality
Dismantling falsities
that blind us from our truth,
You can't because
should be erased from
our vocabulary
becuase the mere definition
of becuase
should render
I can. I just want to feel real
have it ooze through
my fingertips
the same way saltwater
and sand flows through hands
when you try to take
hold of a beach.
I want to be reconnected
with plankton and
oxygenated substances.
Plastics are suffocating
that is way it has a
choking hazard as an
attachment.
Why can't you just enjoy yourself
in the skin your in?
Grow with it,
let it be your tuxedo
you wear in your golden years,
Your wrinkles and surgery marks
tears from broken hearts,
a smile that's slightly crooked
or a tongue that to this day
reminds me
it could've been a different
kind of yesterday.
Embrace the flaws
Hug them all
that's that
perfectly perfected feeling
of realness so many
seldom see.
That's what I see
when bodies have
evolved too far.
The older we get we realize…
although we have the same amount of time each day
it is hard to get together with people we love…
as so many ‘things’ get in our way.
When it comes to our nephew and his wife…
this was a trend we wanted to defy.
The solution it turned out was quite simple…
our mutual admiration…for pie
So we made a date…a chance to meet…
to look each other in the eye
to talk about our lives
our adventures
and to do this over a slice of pie.
And we did…
we met…
we talked like we always do…
we shared a laugh…
a cry
and the conversation went down smoothly…
just like that slice of pie.
As we talked…as we reconnected…
how quickly time flew by…
and before we knew it we had finished…
our conversation…
and our pie
And I thought how wonderful it was to meet this way
as we hugged and said goodbye
and how easy it is to share the beauty of life
over a slice of pie
We decided to do this again and soon as possible
(not to oversimplify)
because we know time spent together with those we love
is about much more than the pie.
Me Myself and Iphone
How’s the line can you hear me now
I’m getting bad reception
They say these gadgets make life easier
But maybe that’s self deception
I saw seven girls walking by the other day
You’d think out to enjoy the sun and the view
Six on their phones, one with nothing to say
Or perhaps just no one to say it to
No one was listening to the ones around them
The ones who were all within reach
What’s wrong with the world is they’re all too scared
To look up, to listen, to teach
You want to say, take a look where you’re going
Give them some friendly advice
But they’re all so engaged in their digital haze
They’re obsessed with their hand held device
You see them drive by with one hand on the wheel
They’re not even watching the road
Now the only acknowledgement they give to others
Is something they call ‘manner mode’
The phone was supposed to improve communication
To get friends and family reconnected
But now they’re all in self imposed isolation
Cut off by electronic walls they’ve erected
Each generation find’s it harder to cope
Less able to use what they’ve already got
The more man relies on his electronic tools
The machine in their heads is almost forgot
Camera, recorder, computer cell phone
These things are no match for your brain
Too much devotion to such circuit works
Would drive any person insane
It’s a superficial world that you just think is real
While the real one lies under you’re feet
It’s time to remember how to look, hear and feel
Before someone somewhere hits delete
Just try and recall how you first saw it all
Reach out to somebody nearby
They’ll never wake up until they get reconnected
To the great outlet who lives up on high
Andrew Jarvis, 2005
By the time I finished highschool, my top highest dream that I wanted to accomplish before any of my other so many dreams
Was
To become a nun
I wanted to be holy of the holiest
Wearing my long attire, all covered up
I wanted to be like the nuns in my highschool
I wanted to only focus on God, devoted to Him only
I wanted to live in a convent, with other sisters
After I finished highschool I visited a convent in Karen and I remember standing there by the gate imagining myself living there one day
After I finished highschool, I also did a lot of volunteering and charity work in children's homes
-Because I knew most of my work as a nun would be serving
But after a while, the little pocket money I had saved in highschool run out and so I couldn't visit all these places that I felt I was called to be
So I stayed home as I waited for my university acceptance
And that's when I reconnected with a friend from primary school
And she had stories that made my nun dream a hallucination
She told me of her first sex which was on the couch in her sister's house
She talked in details of the feels and fills of sex that left my innocent curious mind running wild
She talked of the blood stain on the couch and the arms that held her tight as she became a woman
And from there, all I wanted to be was that girl
From that sunny day under a tree where we girls talked for hours, my dream changed.
March first, you are the best
What a one, what a beautiful one.
Oh God, I got reconnected with the one.
Today is the day I have long waited for.
Today I found my C. T, the missing golden ore.
Today I found my missing soul.
Today i will joy, dance, drink and roll on the floor.
Wonder! Am I awake, or still am I dreaming.
Is it true? or am I hallucinating?
It got to be true! It got to be her!
I find it hard to believe.
The missing part of me is a life and somewhere there.
When I lost her, I lost myself, I lost my soul.
Just don’t know what to say,
may be to thank god and pray.
JUST can’t wait to see her, hug her, and squeeze her into my heart.
I was a life, but actually not living.
How could a man live with have of him missing?
You can’t imagine how empty my life was.
Two girls lived upon Sycamore.
Close as any friends were before.
Despite rainy, spring day
They'd laugh and they'd play
In matching green dresses they wore.
Said one to the other in May,
"My dear, you look pretty today
In your beautiful dress.
What a grace you possess.
Forever will we be this way!"
But as time went by and they grew
The winds of change came blowing through.
Though neither knew why
And they still lived nearby
The times that they shared became few.
As dog days of summer lolled by
The ground like their friendship went dry
They both suffered alone
Thinking, "Now that I've grown
She has long since cast me aside."
At last on one September night
Beneath a pale harvest moon light
When neither expected
They both reconnected.
She said, "My dear, aren't you a sight!"
"Your dress, oh the color transcends
Though wrinkled and curled at the ends,
And see, mine is the same."
And once more they became
The closest and dearest of friends.
But each colder day that went past
Twas shorter the rays the sun cast.
Soon their generation
Succumbed from their station,
But they and their friendship held fast.
Together on winter's first freeze
They exhaled the autumn's last breeze.
With their stems intertwined
If you search you can find
Lightly buried in snow: Two Leaves.
9/15/2016
When my time here on earth is done
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Monday, December 28, 2009
It has been very difficult
Living my whole life
without my natural parents
And for the longest time
I never knew there names
But I did find out that
they gave me a name
And then I found out
that I had lived with them
For eight months
But then for some reason
that I cannot explain
The state had intervened
And they took myself
and my two brothers
and my sister away
So that we could all
be put up for adoption
and live in a stable home
And then two years ago
I was reconnected with two
of my other sisters
that I had never known
And they were the only
ones who were raised
by my birth parents
And they are both younger then I am
And when I finally met them they
told me that my
natural parents had already passed on
And I think that is the main reason
that I have hardly ever been able to
trust anyone or to get to close to them
Because I was always afraid
that I would get hurt all over again
But I will admit in
the past two years
I have started healing
And I know that it will take me
a long time to be whole again
But it is just a crying shame
that I never had a chance to meet
my other sister who is still around
and my two brothers that passed on
Just like my Dad and my Mom
Because I would have
enjoyed
having the opportunity
to get to know all of them
So that they could all see
that I am a beautiful
loving and caring human being
That would have loved
them all until the very end
Because I learned to forgive them
But as the old saying goes
Some times things happen for a reason
That we cannot explain
And only God will be
the one
to explain everything
When my time here on earth is done
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Christopher Colombus- Celebrating Genocide
You stepped foot on the birth canal of my ancestors,
pure, sacred, loved.
you smiled.. proceeded with greed.
your civilization like disease.
my people soon were infected
your protest to "civilize" a free nation took flight on the wings of a lie.
you told us were sent by a god.
this god, we wondered, why did he send you to destroy us?
haven't you said he was holy?
haven't you said he was your creator like tunkasila was ours?
yet you take his name and use it for power.
you believe in your great father and all that he says is right,
does he teach you genocide? massacre?
your attempt to destroy a humble people's heart failed.
although you have spilled the blood of my ancestors and forced your beliefs in front of ours
my blood flows far.
i have descended from struggles and will persevere through the desolate world you have created.
while americans celebrate your name,
i believe it is an injustice.
for they too, live in lies.
Not i. Not i who was beaten, belittled, threatened, torn, cursed, stolen.
Oh no, not i.
I stand in the land of my people as Oglala Lakota, proud, humble and heavy hearted.
for the day has yet to come where our home,
mother earth, will be reconnected with the many souls that harvested it,
loved it and praised it in thankfulness and with all honesty.
Christopher Columbus,
on the day your name is celebrated for taking our home,
i hang my head,
in my many days...
your day has never been and will never be,
a good day to die.
-Isabelle Brave Heart, Oglala Lakota
The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone
Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass
When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast
To the love posted in units of time…get me a coin fast!
At the corner of Cosmos and Maxwell two minds meet
The hour midnight to your noon, ‘see you soon’…we greet
Hello…and we both smile, in spite of the thousand miles
Between us is an unbreakable cord…glad to have dialed
Driving past there…it’s now a newspaper stand
The line long cut, but you’re still holding onto my hand
Something other than my aching heart making headlines
Your travels have brought you back home to the phone
The change kept us in touch, nothing much has changed, but
It’s a lot cheaper, easier to say I love before the funds run out
I had our names stenciled above the receiver to remember us both
You’re first in my phonebook…as you were to the telephone booth
Roses and Thorns 1. 10 .16
Lest we pray for forgotten dreams while remembering times where the light shone upon our faces, a warmth invigorating shining brightly.
Before the liars became king stripping us of our humanness and dignity for cash rewards with penthouse views, cocktails and cash always firmly with their reach.
I being naive in my youthful thinking warm intentions could make a difference a sad joke told by fools the jesters crown shines in the landfill, decaying
Bones aging smiles fading as the actors fade from view leaving the audience to decide their fates a reversal of fortunes it’s live or die? What have you decided?
Rose and Thorns beauty and ugliness who decides who gets which? Life is not particular in her choices, Does anyone care for tattered dreams and broken lives many alive by chances fate
Driving by shattered windows and shoeless children do the haves of the world worry for them or perhaps just for their shiny machines and overpriced dinners cash buys luxury et all the trimmings too.
Where does the road lead from here? Left, Right, Straight ahead? into a Society devoid of compassion, love choking on greed’s deliberate touch immense telling all I am here! Beware!
Standing tall in the face of uncaring spirits in white Linen suits the few must fight on for freedom as it is for all citizens, young, old, time is now to lift them up regain humanity peace for all, harmony reconnected.
© 2016 David J. Mitchell
It’s another red-letter day
a holiday in the U.S.
a national, religious holiday
known also as a ‘Turkey Day’
a very important day.
A chance to be reconnected,
a moment of being together,
a salutary occasion for gratitude,
full with family folderol.
There are historic reasons
this American celebration
has its origin centuries ago;
as the Pilgrims did it and -
invited neighboring Indian tribes.
To hold it with a feast –
A celebration for God’s blessing.
giving thanks for a common purpose,
freedom, justice, and worship in God.
Through Sarah Josepha Hale
this event has become a tradition
a realization that came to fulfillment
marked with significance, thus far.
With church services elsewhere
wth family reunions all over
with customary turkey dinner
oh, a reminder of the historic past:
at the Pilgrims’ big celebration.
In many homes and families
Table fellowships spice up the day
with turkey, mashed potatoes,
cranberry sauce, maize, pumpkin pie
and other vegetables and desserts.
a complete picture of this great tradition.
Me asus laptop power onboard plug hole died...so stripped it down and resoldered power connecter. The input plughole had been wobbly.
Put it back together no video...before Sue died..
So been reading up online bout using ovens and heat guns to rerun the solder flow...seems solder goes off sometimes and disconnects onboard video cards etc etc etc....so using online utube articles i identified the video card not working...
The basic reflow idea is to try your heatgun close to a piece of solder time how long till it melts. That is your gun reflow time....when you reflow solder connections u suspect arent connected.
Of course i reseat any plug in cards, tiny bit wd40 to kill corrosion. Non conducter oil.
So after getting hyped up to reflow solder, i didnt have to...i applied pressure to the video chip and it reconnected...ole asus duo core 2.4gig works again....it seems a lot of electrical circuit boards fail due to crappy solder....have heat gun will travel....Don Johnson.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQZ1TLnD3Bo
Further down passed my own chilling past
I stumbled upon man in a Neanderthal mask
When I wandered so much like an outcast
I wondered what had been his place in the world so vast
The archaeologist measured his cranial capacity
To quantify his level of humanity above his brow
Questioned his intellectual capacity based on his tool making abilities
For what could a caveman possibly have known
This man was gone for more than thirty thousand years
Forgotten by history in a shallow icy grave lying supine
And his extinction mirrored some of my own fears
For he was family, a member of *****Sapiens
I forecast my own humanity ten thousand years from now
Their origins and if the future is as blick as they say
For all of history, it would seem, we were separate somehow
And when we eventually reconnected, we had moved too far astray
Thabang Jan Ngoma
04-08-2015
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