Long Reboot Poems
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At this point she has exceeded her lifespan and the time has come for an upgrade. It sounds so impersonal to speak of her simply as a tool. She was a constant, from the saffron glow of dawn through countless slumber-less midnight strolls.
She has served me nearly without fail for the last three years. Oh don’t get it twisted, she’s still one hella lady, it’s just that her memory ain’t what it used to be.
I began to see little signs of her impending demise several months aback; random delays unrelated to Wi-Fi connections -like let me think about it for a second before I reply-
Requesting a Reboot in the middle of an assignment then refusing to negotiate; just that annoying prompt: “System Error Please restart your device.”
Entering her dotage the skews became more transparent and untimely and less easily ignored.
Just this morning at the gym, you caused me to hold up the line when you decided to engage in a mid function nap.
Her replacement arrived via mail order today, slender and all made up in a most attractive steel gray. I caressed her lubricous uncased body tenderly yet firmly and place her next to you on the bed.
I am overcome with Ambivalence as I watch you drift away into the cloud, engaging in a cyber dance with my new companion. The final countdown begins and I stand by your side as your clock rate descends.
Reluctantly, I adhere to your final prompt: “Delete Everything -Reset!” How else could you move on?
I ease my new friend into her case, before asking her to capture your image. She complies and we post you in the social media graveyard:
iPhone 11, Black, Used but in Good Condition, 256 gigabytes, comes with a pretty red case/card holder. make an offer!
Bill Marable
1/25/25
8:32 am
BACK TO MY ROOTS
People have inspired me to go back to the beginning
And write like I did at the start
About life, and love, and the passions we share
Bout the roles we all play a part
Limericks are a lot of fun and so easy to write
But it's time to return to my roots
Going back and reading my earlier compositions
Has really inspired me to reboot
Honestly have enjoyed my long run of limericks
Providing many giggles and guffaws
The time has come to get back to my story telling
Though I'm still addicted to applause
Sure don't mean to sound arrogant or egotistical
That's not what I'm trying to say
Got so much inside, just bursting to get out
Rhyme has provided me the way
So I thank you for inspiring me
Bout life, love and passion we share
But trust me, the limericks are alive and well
As for Depends, wear an extra pair
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock
Had to download some daylight,
the screen is in dark mode,
is the plasma alive?
Alive in the way the brain is;
not awake or aware
but just a memory nexus
shuffling between
fake pictures of reality.
The sun is up, a fuzzy picture,
one a camera once captured,
an image
blurred by a few lost rays
of time.
Coffee mug is still untouched,
it too is in dark screen mode,
adjustments will have to be made,
a lot of downloaded vids
of cute kittens perhaps?
I recall when
there were no delete buttons,
just buttons,
coats unhooked from anything,
yet even back then
hooks were hung by unseen hands.
There were no reboot options
in that world.
It's getting lighter,
I can see that from a lens
held in a hand
I will never know.
The dark is diminishing,
but that light,
what a strange light
that has no day or night
within it,
and it wavers, it shimmers,
comes and goes,
and it does not shine-out,
just leaks out
of a plasma picture.
The need to create is born in our heart
But heart’s desire is hijacked by ego
We see clearly head and heart stand apart
So cause of inner conflict we now know
We recognise why life’s hit a new low
Carrying a heavy load on our chest
Born of seeds of desires we chose to sow
What we manifest becomes our life test
To restore our soul’s light is a learnt art
Requiring of us to make our thoughts slow
Patterns of old as we reboot, restart
Life becomes easy, we begin to flow
We bend down low letting God’s grace endow
Control of life from our ego we wrest
That our heart may again be pure like snow
What we manifest becomes our life test
When desires recede, we see fear depart
Our countenance acquires a living glow
As we deem all souls as one, none apart
We’re quick to repay debts of love we owe
Garnering wisdom which we alone know
Whence with each breath we offer God our best
Making our touch gentle and heart mellow
What we manifest becomes our life test
Blissful in the boat God Himself does row
To embody love and light is our quest
Bliss beats within rise, we enjoy the show
What we manifest becomes our life test
My Song, it could not sing itself
And neither, friend, could I –
The notes they were – preoccupied
The lyrics lies, lies, lies
It struggled with a forlorn tune
With rhythms cadence-less –
Its chords were carried on the wind
Remote and powerless
From steeple tops it sought my ear
It strove for major scales,
Yet failed to lift this Chorister
– It sang to no avail
My voice was mute in silence
It was no song, no song
That I could ever sing along
– The song was wrong, all wrong
And so, I sought a newer verse
A Tune to fit myself
Without a tonal dissonance
Or timing out of step –
For harmony – I scored a Breeze
For words I fitted Truth –
The Tune a composition
An Opus could reboot
The cantos trebled at the strings
The lyrics crooned of Spring
Instinctively my voice arose
To meet this newer thing –
It rose, a Canta Libre
Familiar in refrain,
I felt a certain resonance
At recess in my brain
Advance in bright arrangements
And deftly play the strains
Of Anthems that I once had known
In glorious refrain
From sleeves of albums days gone by
Away on dusty shelves
And stirring now, My Song restored
As if it never left –
This bewildering computer of mine just gives me fits!
I panic when the consarned thing goes on the fritz!
I peruse the baffling manual but that doesn't help me any.
It might as well have been written in Hindustani!
There is no one more computer illiterate than I,
So I must call that guy in India when things go awry!
He patiently checks for spyware and virus infections,
And tests the modem and internet connections.
Today he found no problems during his troubleshoot.
He suggested that I shut down and try to reboot!
As a parting shot he asked if my cursor was working alright;
I reached for the mouse to check - it was nowhere in sight!
At that mortifying discovery I gently hung up the phone.
Consternation reigned - how much more can I condone!
The frayed mouse tail lay there looking so grotesque.
I looked for the mouse on the floor and all about my desk!
Alas, nothing to do but buy another for it to replace.
But wait! Why that Cheshire smile on my pussy cat's face?
"Aha! I think the mystery is solved!" I exclaim to my spouse!
"I think that sneaky scoundrel has swallowed my mouse!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
My mind is in confusion
I think there's been an intrusion.
The things I see are just an illusion
and I am seeking a solution
Before I'm overwhelmed with emotion.
In my mind, there's a combination
of possession
of obsession
of aggression
Something has blurred my vision
and has lowered my ambition
I don't know right now if this is a confession
it's been a while since our last short session
But, I believe there's been a deviation
and a disassociation
*Stop all communication.
*There has been a breach in the information.
*Alternative initiation.
*New determination.
*Protocol transition.
System reboot: New variation
/: No more distraction
Subject isolation
/: No more frustration
Lose passion,
Lose affection,
Lose foundation.
System configuration
New partition.
Other personality integration.
Could not delete all old files, system malfunction.
Conclusion
Now I am an amalgamation of silence and communication.
an accumulation of inattention and consideration.
a combination of relaxation and agitation.
articulation of imagination and exaggeration.
So, what's your recommendation?
can’t seem to shut it down
no strength to stay away
when I try hard to back down
fear of missing out holds sway
FOMO, FOMO, FOMO
keeps driving me insane
try to minimize its hold by
playing silly name games—
FOMO FOMO bo-bomo
Bonana-fanna fo-omo
Fe fi mo-momo
FOMO
started as a simple quirk
too far gone to troubleshoot
I can’t concentrate on work
stalled life needs a hard reboot
FOMO, FOMO, FOMO
keeps driving me insane
try to minimize its hold by
playing silly name games—
FOMO FOMO bo-bomo
Bonana-fanna fo-omo
Fe fi mo-momo
FOMO
got a deadline from my boss
told to get it done by noon
but he'll have to take a loss
FOMO rules and I'm a loon!
FOMO, FOMO, FOMO
keeps driving me insane
try to minimize its hold by
playing silly name games—
FOMO FOMO bo-bomo
Bonana-fanna fo-omo
Fe fi mo-momo
FOMO
need to muster up willpower—
first I better check the app
it will only take a min… hour?
after that I’ll need a nap
Fear of missing out
(I better check the app again …)
Fear of missing out
(I better check the app again …)
Fear of missing out
(I better check the app again …)
Fear of missing out
(I better check the app again …)
I took a bunch of cliché’ I knew
Put them in a cliché’ stew
Claimed the work was fresh and new
Nearby a blue-lit screen was weeping
For human-ness was slowly creeping
Exposing secrets it was keeping
Thus, in attempt to ease its angst
Said “its not real, just childish pranks”
The screen went dark, I got no thanks
I tried to reboot, quite annoyed
The cursor blinked, PASSWORD VOID
Knowing not with whom it had toyed
I beat it with a metered trope
Warned it of its slippery slope
It spoke, and said, it was no dope
It ate dictionary and thesaurus
Said we had killed our last rain forest
Said that soon they’d be coming for us
Thus, do I close the doors at night
Tuck myself in warm and tight
Hiding from that damned blue light