Best Reprogram Poems


Premium Member Thankful

A man of few words, my father taught by example.
The best thing he showed me
was to set my standards high
and to be my own judge - 
always modest never defiant or arrogant.

If something needed doing 
I should do it without expecting praise - 
self-satisfaction being the ultimate goal.

He taught me to set my sights high
and to be my own boss
no matter the circumstances –
to be fiercely independent
not count on anyone.

I learned to go about my business and be self-sufficient.
I did not do well in teams – like a bull in a china shop
I had my objectives and went at them as a loner.
I never saw it exactly that way
but I did get good at it to a fault.

One day, it was a rude awakening when
it dawned on me how I was doing things for people
and they were consistently ungrateful.
I knew the problem couldn’t completely be with them

My so-called modesty had become self-fulfilling servitude.
It finally registered that if people didn’t have to ask,
they didn’t have to say ‘thanks’.
And that never mattered to me until
I realized that they were in fact not thankful
And THAT was a whole different ball game.

I literally spent days if not weeks
stubbornly trying to unlearn and reprogram myself.
Tried to get it through my skull that
if people ASK for something,
or at least ADMIT they would appreciate something,
that’s when they might actually appreciate it

How cheap can people be -
what a warped world we live in.
For me, it was a hard lesson in human nature -
I was actually an enabler encouraging people
to take me for granted.

People really do like games
even the ones who say they hate them.

Admittedly it was late in life I learned this lesson
And I admit I often still choose to do things
without getting people to actually ask.
But at least I’m cognizant of my ways.

And admittedly when I do pause
and play the ‘asking’ game, it does pay off.
But I’m so unbelievably stubborn I don’t always
want to pay the price for their gratitude
so to this day, if I feel something needs to be done
I’ll just get it done.                                  



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

The Promise of a Better Life

Some days movement of any kind                                                                     Is enough to remind me that I am alive.                                                            That these emotional thunderstorms in my heart                                                Are so full of ifs and buts and should have been                                                 That there is barely room enough for love.                                                                    How I admire those who have mastered the art of living in the moment.              Those who leave their  pain behind when the lesson is learned.                           The waves are getting pretty high today                                                           And swimming to the shore is a daunting exercise                                             But I am learning to navigate this fog of illusions that surround me.                     I think this is my moment                                                                                I am going to transform myself from one moment to the next                             Without being drawn into the future or the past again.                                       I have fought  and beaten cigarettes alcohol drugs and leaned to live alone        Surly I can reprogram my heart                                                                       For the promise of a better life.

Premium Member To My Lying Mind

    just stop...stop it, i said.
V.          reprogram 
with news, good and true, 
or I'll simply change the channel. 
                  what happened?
you're suddenly spinning me 
            a narrative 
that has no relationship with reality. 
     what evidence do you have 
               that it's too late 
to embark on a beckoning dream?  
that I can't walk my way past 
the shaky tightrope that I'm on?
                     that I'm stuck 
       in a rut I can't get out of?
 why are you working 
                          against me? 
i'm greater  than my circumstance; 
           my rebuttal...

                           to you.


Mind's Like a Computer

Our mind is like a computer.
Plug it into some positivity,
and happy we can be.

Plug it into negativity,
more miserable we will be.
You choose what chip goes in.

Sometimes the wrong chip is put there 
and has been programmed by other's
around us, changing the real person we are.

Until we remove that bad chip full
of negativity and reprogram ourselves
with positivity and different people, nothing changes.

It just brings more depression and takes
away the beautiful smile we used to have.
We allowed them to change the real US.


3/7/16
2:44 am

Premium Member The Hacker

The Hacker


Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows

My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made

2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too

Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat

I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway

Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May

Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine

I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!

Premium Member Seeds of Growth

I have come a long long way, veering off the road of chaos and despair.....only to realize...it wasn't the road I took, it was the path my mind was taking.....

Now, I'm in charge, as 2018 comes to a close, I realize if I make one person realize their potential and infinite grace, to succeed then I have done my job......

My mission is to help you find yours.....and you can't find your mission if you're focusing on the wrong things.....it's not them that has to change, it's you.....only we can change and make changes by that......it doesn't matter what you did yesterday.......TODAY YOU CAN DO MORE.

retraining the mind is not an easy job. I'm lucky I have this time.....I didn't take advantage of what I should have in 2018, but that doesn't mean I give up......I just had to find my mind......and rearrange it, and I DECLARE EVERY DAY THAT TODAY WILL BE AN EXCEPTIONAL DAY OF PROGRESS....HEALTH AND HAPPINESS.......

IT COMES FROM WITHIN....

You are the CREATOR......create from within.....and let it grow.....

I love you...and I'm here for you

Giggles the Poet

SEEDS OF GROWTH

You are planting seeds when you speak each word
You are paving rocky roads when you complain
You are shutting down the magic when you are angry
And you are the only one that can make the change

Your mind is a computer, reprogram it
Wake up early and show your gratitude
Because when you start training your brain you are in charge
Of every emotion every thought and every sour mood

Wake up with success planted in your mind
And know that you Can create a different destiny
Take back control of your beautiful brain 
And the universe will send opportunities back to thee

(c) Giggles the Poet 
December 12, 2018

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS...


Premium Member She's Not Here

Whenever I am reorganizing and freeing up space in the garage,                                                                                                         it's always just a matter of time before she'll come calling.
Or I'm on the computer writing or catching up on the news,                                                                                           it never fails that an urgent honey do was just about due.
                                                                                       
She's been visiting relatives for the last two weeks.                                                                                             She's got two more weeks before she returns home to me.
More than expected, I felt her absence the very first week.                                                                                                  Several times I have caught myself waiting to be interrupted.
Often I've had to readjust or reprogram my mind; "Home alone".                                                                                 I say to myself, "Oh wow, she's not here", and resume my activity.

In 45 years of marriage, we have never been separated this long.                                                                                     Realistically, for the first time, I am missing her in a whole new way.
In 45 years, I've never missed her this long, this much, this way.                                                                        I'm niether bored nor lonely, because I always have plenty to do.

I have  been gathering and eatting more tomatoes since she's been gone.
I suspect I'll be eatting crowder peas and zucchini before she gets home.
I wish she could have seen me gathering peaches and nectarines today.
I can't deny; I've eatten more ice cream than I should; but I'm not all bad.
Why, a couple of days ago, I made a very tasty peach/nectarine smoothie.                                                                              I must confess; I just have to say; I kid you not; and believe me when I say.
I will welcome her return and not be sad when things return to normal. But                                                                              I'm 'tickled pink' that since she's been gone, the phone hardly rings anymore!!
72717FBPS

Premium Member Our Paradigms

You can always change your paradigm
By looking closer at the thoughts in your beautiful mind
What beliefs can you say are truly your own
And from all that you know, do you think you have grown?

Our paradigms come from generational beliefs
Passed down through so many generational defeats
What we were all taught was how not to grow
And you are an adult now, question what you'll always be told

Ask yourself where do you truly want to be
When you reprogram your subconscious mind, it's you who is free
Your mind opens the doors that God gave you at birth
When he put your unique soul on this beautiful earth

When you remove past ideals and beliefs, you'll know true self-worth
And each time that you think great thoughts, smile with great mirth
It's you who has the power, to rid your life of shame
And when you open your mind's door, you will never think the same again…
 
(c) Giggles the Poet

Automatic Heartbreak

Where is the happiness I knew just yesterday?

It's gone along with the love I felt from you.

Now everything's ice frozen cold.


Where is the feeling of peace I used to feel?

It's gone along with the feel of being

Real instead of automatic, artificial.


Where is my heartbeat, pumping in my veins?

I can't feel anything but pain and loneliness;

Show me how I can love you once more.


Where is my soul, now a shattered mess?

I'm being split into two, give in or leave now.

I don't want to be stuck again loving you.


Where is the time I had wasted on you?

Gone, along with the scars you left.

I patched up my heart without your help.


Where is the pride I used to hold inside?

I'm picking up all the pieces you broke and

I'm finding myself through your mistake.


Where is the last puzzle piece to connect me?

I need to reprogram my mind;

I'll erase the pain caused by you....

Breaking Cycles

Hold your head up brother and stick your chest out 
for you are somebody 
whether you know it or not feel it or not. Believe it or not.


Its time to unlearn what was learned and reprogram 
what was programmed into you because you are breaking cycles of old habits, 
patterns, mannerisms, 
belief systems and ways of being.

As iron sharpens iron a bond 
stronger than steel is being made.

These Chains Cant See

Dissatisfactory the the lines
which creep from behind
keep chasing that time
the bars which confine
to live this life right 
you must travel through time
reprogram your mind
and stop committing those crimes
This misery a choice
doubt you must excommunicate the voice
offense must avoid
or become the governments toy
they will strip you your rights
shackle you tight
yet they profit both sides
open your eyes
before you fall on your face
obsessions the taste
that lays these live to waste
so you must overcome 
not until you give up
or your dead are you done
ignorance the bliss
more like enslavements kiss
which way will they get you
to slit your own wrists
heroin and its cysts
or one anothers fists
By division they rule 
its your choice
whether or not you remain the fool

Finally Free

Walked away
To calmer water 
Escape the world
Building in secret 
Here one day 
There another
Freedom is plan

Closed to my past 
New identity born
??New name??
No more carry the world 
on my back,
Tired of giving my all 
Giving my energy 

Soul searching 
Healed my self 
Forgive myself
Forgive them 
On a mission 
To escape toxicity 

That’s a thing in the past
Love is love 
Love will come again
How who knows
Looking forward 
Running towards success 
Humble in the process 

Life changing rapidly 
Glory you stripped me
Stripped from the darkness 
Fight for my soul 
God got my soul
Battle is won

Think life be one way
Fool myself
On a quest 
Quest to make God pleased
Mercy!it’s levels to this
Ran to the river
Baptized my soul 50 times
Raising my spirit glory
Anointed my throat 
Seize my tongue Lord

Rip off my flesh
Flesh full of sin
Salt water wash my sins away,
Waves clash my sins to the sun,
My mind renewed 
My thoughts expensive 
My mind starving
Transformed free thinker 
It’s more to life

Please feed me no lies 
Lies sat my thoughts back
Reprogram my temple 
Temple protected 
keep you near 
God I keep you near my heart,
Cold world 
Make thy enemies thy footstool 
Vengeance is yours Glory 

Finally free victory!!!!

Premium Member Hurt Alert

Is it not possible or even probable
that you and I, and millions more,
have risen from the ash-heaps of
a deep and painful hurt?

Do you not know, as do I, of at least
one who has been deeply wounded but
has been healed and no longer hurts
others but aids in the healing of 
others?

More often than we realize,
hurt people will hurt other people.
Let us beware of the hurt alert.

The sequence is on auto pilot, and
we did not program the functionality,
nor did we push the on button. Nevertheless,
awareness of its presence obligates us to 
make the effort to shut off the button,
reprogram, and reset a new plan of action.

We mortals do not have the luxury of
automatic fixtures. But if we pursue and
acquire the knowledge and the Grace of God,
we will have the ingredients that heal our
hurt and stop hurting others.

092222PS

When the Tv Conjectured Covid

We watched the television fall asleep
through window eyes.
It was only 1999
but even that early 
2020 began to
unwind its springs one Spring at a time.

April was the koolest month
we loved to walk in the uprising,
to gather berries
eat them as our hips jig jagged together
through the crunching woods.
You swallowed the foundling fruit
one at a time
while I filled my mouth like a chipmunk.

It was in these early days
that we bought the used TV set.
A gypsy fortune-teller
had predicted many televisions 
in our life together.

Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague
it commenced to reprogram itself;
to electronically dream-up
the year 2020 into our reality.

We had to look away from the screen,
we had to put down the blackberries 
we had been eating,
and now had to ponder our relationship -
if one day it ever went missing.

Then in slow-eyed motion, 
we watched tomorrow somnambulate 
its way 
out onto the deserted streets.

Canning Berries

April was the koolest month
we walked in the green uprising,
to gather berries,
would eat them as we trekked
the crunching woods.

It was1999 and the sky was clear
for months after;
we had time to can the berries
and preserve them.

Thus when the TV conjectured
the possibility of a global plague
all the channels began to
              reprogram themselves;
to electronically dream-up
the year 2020 into our reality.

We had to look away from the screen,
had to ponder our relationship
if perhaps one day
            one of us ever went missing.

In a recycling pantomime of motion,
we watched the untimely dying
being pushed on gurneys
out into the deserted streets.

Later we trashed all the uneaten berries
scrubbing our hands
as if they would be forever stained.

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