Reality crashed - its computer
simply refused to work anymore.
We crawled out of our caves,
the sunlight was bright,
we rubbed dry eyes and winced.
Some suggested digging for minerals,
and other raw materials,
of forging a now box of perception,
we tried re-booting the world
back to the way it was before,
Others, just sat around and starved
in the middle of a natural abondance.
Some sought to fashion,
small straw dolls to worship.
It was a times of indecisive,
bewilderment.
A time when
we had to slowly patch together
the meaning of life.
Notwithstanding
all our combined efforts,
to this very day
we have not discovered
nor found,
any meaning at all.
Categories:
booting, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I bring her red and white carnations
"Roses," she says, "only roses. Valentine's tradition."
Breezy pressure of non-acceptance
Words that flatten me like a dull sermon
Squirm inducing to understand what I'm up against
Commands that taste like salt
Re-booting the rhythm of ritual
Re-framing an approach to love
For however long the florist remains open
Poem composed: February 16, 2021
Revised: April 18, 2021
Categories:
booting, cute, flower, giggle, love,
Form: Free verse
Where is the sunshine
Is it in the rain
Or is it hiding in my heart
Booting with the pains
where is the sunshine
Open up my eyes
and to my surprise
there is a rainbow coming from heaven
there is a rainbow and it's shining over me
there is a sunshine where there was sadness
those clowns hell and all the madness
From Dusk Till Dawn
The rain no longer lingers on
in this season of rain
In this emotional scene
I see
the light in the days and nights
Sunshine surrounds the rain
is there a rainbow embraces my heart
again over and over again
where's the sunshine
10/24/19
Read Warriors by James Edward Lee Sr
Categories:
booting, adventure, allusion, environment,
Form: Lyric
Thank God we have our apps,
That makes our living a snap,
To tell us how to think,
Drive a tank, or skate in a rink.
I’ll pull up an app and play a game,
Perhaps an app will chose my baby’s name,
An app to help me become something I’m not,
Or the app reminds me of something I forgot.
I’m now an expert at chess, poker and skeet shooting,
As long as my phone is not re-booting,
I can sail a boat or drive a race car,
Pretend I’m a pilot and fly a plane far.
You can shoot a trophy buck,
Catch a bass and design a truck,
Whatever you want to do,
There is an app for you.
So I thank God today,
For this app that helps me pray,
Living really is a snap,
As long as I have my apps.
Categories:
booting, computer, technology,
Form: Rhyme
Linux Ubuntu
If ya ever tire of Winders,
with its million upgrades,
Virus making Hackers,
fixing yer hard drives, yes in spades,
Can yer expand yer mind a little,
shift the mothballs, yes in waves,
learn a Linux of language,
where the Hackers do not prey,
cos they don't crap in their own nest,
cos pollution aint ok,
and the variations differ,
ole Linux here to stay,
Dual booting Ubuntu and Windows,
and its never really slow,
been a using Linux 4 years,
just thought you'd like to know.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXvsvi8gIfE
Its just like windows without the virus,
but you have helpfiles if you get stuck, online...
Categories:
booting, adventure,
Form: Ballad
I've been trying my best
to leave a comment or two,
my page takes too long to load
it's making me feel so blue.
I'm not doing anything wrong
just reading some poetry,
something is truly wrong here
and it won't let me be.
I've tried multiple times
to leave a comment on one,
I feel so very sad right now
like I've been kicked in the bum.
I keep getting the boot
I'm going to write to Microsoft,
in my letter I'll demand
"Stop bloody well booting me off!"
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.24/2015
Categories:
booting, february, imagery, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Dissolute December
As far as the dissolute December went
And beyond , went the waywardness of minds
And the apostate April at last did end
The real- time revelries sometimes feigned.
Letting the reins drop and resting all bother
And clicking away till the parting of ways
In the thick of things , with one thing or the other
The reasoning remained stupid anyways
Depressed , texted; and devastated, e-mailed
The status quo still stood so starkly severed
Malware still ruled the failings soulfully rued
In the wake of rulings, rash, virus, fresh, brewed.
Booting up senses to download life once more
Gadgets of head were restored as never before.
@ 23/Sept/2012
Categories:
booting, life, passion,
Form: Sonnet
“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me,
you fraudulent legume!”
I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling
“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you;
please do let me resume!”
Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’
“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now,
or so we should assume!”
That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting
Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”
Categories:
booting, funny, husband, passion
Form: Narrative
Players of two teams were booting the Ball
Ball between legs not finding rest at all
Tolerating merciless kicks, hoping kiss with Net
Whiffing restlessly 90 minutes, 44 legs sweat
Flirted with both Nets, stayed loyal to Octopus Paul
( Oct 2010 - Won "Honourable Mention" in Members Contest... "Let's Limerick " held by Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P.S)
Categories:
booting, funny
Form: Limerick
I am blinded by these...tears i'm crying
Binded by pain...and i can't hide from this
I am see-through...see my sin sick soul
If you peeped through my peepers...
or see how i'm cracked deep down at the seams;
it seems the threads of me keeps unravelling
And i'm traveling deeper to a place...where cold creeps
I'm reaping what has been sewn into me
This shell, you see, is a fallacy
It's a sheet that shields the best of me
I feed off-of your energy...to better me
I'm best suited by booting your confidence...
control-alt-delete
Although i seem to be well put together...
I'm actually incomplete
I cannot hide from this...I cannot hide from me
But i run from sleep...I run from my dreams
And these tears that seep...won't seem to let me be
They won't grant me peace...so i must recollect;
the pieces of me that are kissed with beauty
And the depth that makes me so true...
And these tears that blurs my reflection;
I'm so glad i dont look like;
Categories:
booting, introspectionme, me,
Form: I do not know?
Most times when loneliness alooms and no one seems to be available, you don't feel like
sleeping neither do you feel like reading a ovel nor seeing movies, gurls try something else...
*Reading their text messages (love msg's)
*Looking through a picture album or starring at the pix of her boyfriend or EX and even
comparing.
*Thinks of what she needs and how to get it
*Try different cloths on(her latest outfit)
*Remembers her first kiss or the last sex she had. If she's a virg,she day dreams about
when she would have ot and also with whom..
*Learning new songs if she's a music freak
*Thinking of what to wear tomorrow and next.
*How to look pretty and attract more guys to her(if she's a *****)
*Some are so weird they stare at themselves in the mirror NAKED!
*Join a site(friendship or any other) view pix of only cute guys and add them.
Loneliness is really a bad thing. You can imagine what it does.
A gurl's life is really complicated...
Always booting...
Always scanning...
Adding, deleting and reformating.
A gurl's world... What a world..!!
Categories:
booting, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form: Ode