Long Reset Poems
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I was born and raised in the thick of trees,
No polished paths, just untamed breeze.
Men like me don’t need a home,
We thrive where beasts and shadows roam.
I’m not afraid if she walks away,
I’ll smile and shrug, like it’s all okay.
She ruined my life, but hey, she’s fine,
Beauty can shatter, but it’s still divine.
I miss the days my smile was real,
When life wasn’t just a spinning wheel.
Where’s the switch to reset my brain?
It’s filled with junk, just pure disdain.
Maybe love ain’t made for me,
Or maybe it’s a game I’ll never see.
They hate us ‘cause we’re too damn good,
We stand where the fearless once stood.
If I die, dress me sharp, my friend,
Send me off, with no loose end.
Don’t bury me near, send me far,
To where the promised lands are.
Trash the nudes, send your credit card,
Life’s a hustle, it’s never too hard.
In the end, we’ll toast with love,
To all the people we’re still thinking of.
When weight of regret riddled thoughts
swirl numerous nameless sorrows within
A calloused heart waits for a magic wand
in promise of a sunrise small hopes begin
When shooting stars hide behind clouds
pennies all lost in deep wishing wells
naive desires born in puddles of dream
stray eyelashes tinkle chimes of bells.
When garnish is missing in blueprint of life
in peace of sunset, maelstrom looks for bliss
to join broken glasses , to reset life again
passion smolders to ash of unfulfilled wish.
Date written -13th January 2020
Was N/A in the contest What are your wishes
Date judged-23rd January 2020
(“Outside Looking In Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In a dream
The repeated pattern of my own conditioning
Like a Groundhog’s Day set on reset
Reveals to me the futility of the human condition
Habitually doing the same things
While expecting different results;
As Einstein said, THE definition of insanity.
Yet again and again we also wake
With at least the hope of sanity,
The freshness of not being habitually driven
Until we once again start to do
And the conditioning of all these lifetimes
Kicks in again, as we
Without thought, without effort
Take the easy path of least resistance.
(11/24/25)
There is something simpler in life
Always there is… only to be
As often as we intend to strive
As often we forget what there is to see
Simple is nerving and uncertain
Isn’t complication uncertain as before?
Life’s a full circle yet we do not return
And with so much… have we learn to restore?
And earnestly I wanted to reset myself
Only to discover I haven’t a default
Having learnt to override that withheld
Did simplicity just become complicated for result?
How did I forget something so simple?
And why the need to remember an ever were?
When its choices thinkable to dribble
Did I only see what promises to be unsure?
There is something complex in life
Always there is … I shall see
As often as I live to strive
As often we forget simplicity to be
"Me"
Out of all the things in the world I could be
I have finally accepted
It's best if I'm me
A caterpillar who soon
Went into a cacoon
And to my surprise
I went from crawling
to flying like a beautiful butterfly
I was a painting on the wall
that people considered graffiti
my words became intense
and to the world more needy
I wouldn't consider it greedy
I would consider it hunger
I wish I was this hungry
when I was younger
a lesson learned
time to reset
time to experience the best yet
Level up
with no regrets
standards it's time to set
elevation is a word
that goes unheard
so this is what I will do
know the limit for myself is through the roof
so which one will it be
that choice is totally up to you
you see
I will just enjoy being me
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
07/06/2019
LET ME BRING YOU
UP TO DATE.
GRIDS ARE DOWN
THROUGHOUT THE STATES.
A HUNDRED AND TEN
WITH SWELTERING HEAT.
WITH SHORTS ON MY BODY
FLIP FLOPS ON MY FEET.
THIS HAS GONE ON
FOR THE LAST 48 HOURS.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
AND STILL HAVE NO POWER.
YET GAMBLERS ARE GAMBLING
BOOKIES BOOK BETS.
PREDICTING THE TIME
THE GRID WILL RESET.
A THUGSTER TRIED THUGGING,
BUT THEN HE GOT SHOT.
WITH A HOLE IN HIS HEAD,
HE WAS DEAD ON THE SPOT.
LOOTERS ARE TARGETS
FOR COPS ON THE STREETS.
WHO TRY TO STOP RIOTS
AND STILL KEEP THE PEACE.
THE BEST PLACE TO BE
IS INSIDE OF MY CAR.
WITH A/C AND MUSIC
AND ENOUGH GAS TO GO FAR.
If one was to ask
Why some wounds take longer
to heal than other's
Maybe it's because
Though the human body
is blessed with miraculous
power's of healing
Like flesh once cut and we
bleed a scab and scar will
form and skin grow back again
A broken bone can reset
itself twice as strong
Our internal organs over time
can eventually regenerate
And a brain tumour and virus
be gotten over
Yet whereas a broken heart
examined under diagnosis
will not display or show up
any visible sign of damage
And so maybe that's why
the aforementioned question
is so hard to answer or place
a healing time upon
And in sometimes a broken
heart or loss of a loved one
can lead unto and bring
on death before it's time
Because what a heart is
supposed to do is pump
blood and oxygen onto the
brain
Yet and but somtimes may
feel inclined to give up on
life and fail to skip a beat
If cupids arrow is pulled out
by the love and loss of one's
true life partner departs
And word's once spoken
and said and an a oath
or promise made such as
Till death do us part
Mean exactly that
The Backslider
By: Tom Wright
2/17/99
Do you follow a path
encumbered with weeds?
have they seemingly appeared
from your planted seeds?
Are the tracks you once followed
now faint and dim?
Becoming tracks of the world
and no longer of Him?
Does some inner longing
tell you "reset your course"?
Have you so soon forgotten
your power source?
Has your once robust witness
been choked out by tares?
Have you become complacent
and now caught in Satan's snares?
Though having strayed from the path
there is balm for your soul.
Christ, can clean and reenter
making you, once again, whole.
Following tracks of the world
has a significant cost.
Foremost, when your path ends
you'll be eternally lost.
Travel not the broad path
make your course the narrower way.
The path leading through the straight gate
to God, and Heaven someday.
Aspiring to be chilled with showers,
Dried cracked earth looking at the sky
A mute witness to the puerile acts
disruption from soil to space
the woeful nature’s yell!
Her pristine form is in threat
Hope the grabber will awake
Come and join hands to reset
Save for posterity's sake
dews of elixir
dropping down from the ether
sprouting life again
A combination of forms Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
“Crystalline- Kimo- Quatrain- Haiku”
Syllable Count: How many Syllables
Rhyme: Rhyme zone
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date: 25-03-2022
We are in a crisis
The thoughts and visions inside us
Coming out to play
And making you pray
For all this to go away
I see your desperation
And this broken situation
I see your efforts to battle the demons
I also watch how this strengthens
Your mind running rampant
Your actions show detachment
Not knowing who you are anymore
Nothing is the way it was before
This is not your fault why this happened
No one could of seen or imagined
That malabsorption caused the decline
And your mind to resign
I see the terror when you see the shadow
Your heart beats rapid and your eyes narrow
Palms get clammy
Your eyes go glassy
Dropping into an episode fast
The stress caught up with you at last
A blackout moment to reset your mind
Temporary reprieve from the role assigned
I see your confusion about what you hear
But trust me those voices and people are not near
You are in a place of safety
Where you can express yourself safely
You feel judgement looming
Intensifying thoughts becoming consuming
I wish I could take the pain away
So you can be living your life today
I hear your fears, I hear you wanting to end the pain
It would indeed rest your brain
But cause the ones who love you most
To also become ghosts
Your life is precious to us
Your pain has to be open to discuss
We want to be able to save you
From this life of pain in view
Let’s hope the new little pill
Will make her head go still
Calm the voices and noise
And give her back laughs and joys
The shadows are the enemy
Brutality stealing away your identity
They are haunting your mind in the present
Isolating you and becoming unpleasant
I hope this new medication
Will banish the derealisation
And bring you back whole and unharmed
The only scar is to being alarmed
You and bipolar can live in harmony
Working together on this evolving journey
He isn’t your foe but your friend
A life together you both attend
P.S.
I’m proud of you for hanging on.