Preset Poems | Examples

Asking a Tuning Fork Why

use a tuning fork
when facing a dilemma
for the two prong shape
provides two preset options
for keeping progress in tune

Not Responsible

The power depends on the people’s will
They were taught to believe this at high school
But as practice has shown, powers like to kill
And the people are forced to obey under rule
So the contract between the people and power
Looks a bit stretched cause it was preset 
Do I need a law how to water my flower? 
My goodwill’s stipulated without my consent?
And now you self appointed judges get loud
Condemning me for the war in your garden
But you've got the wrong address, dear crowd
Type the proper number of your chosen warden
Am I not responsible for lunar eclipses yet?
Mustn’t I write an explanatory note 
On three A 4 sheets of paper, so that
Could be cheerfully taken as my absent vote.

In a New York City minute

another weekday
she awakens
to the sunrise aroma of
preset coffee brewing

her eyes still closed
she thinks about her day
and slowly starts to form
thoughts in her head

so much to do
so little time
a jolt of java
revs up the engine

give her a minute
she'll come to life
another sip
and there it is

it's all systems go!



AP: 1st place 2025

Changes With No Change

Nothing is the same, and why
Doesn’t mean a thing
It’s a carpet bombing try
In the fullest fling
It’s a game no one can win
But we ought to play
Or to mimic that we’re in
Living for today
Nightmares getting far too real
What a shame for all of us
Neanderthals broke down the deal
With the Pithecanthropus
Questions here are as useful
As if you would ask the beasts
For their instincts; why so cruel?
How on earth they’ve come to this?
Now the future looks preset
Nothing happened, that wasn’t to be
Toss me please, a cigarette
If you have the one for me 
I shall try to smoke, though I
Quit that habit long ago
The sea won’t ask, the wind won’t cry
There’s no change in waves galore.

SONG OF PURPOSE POETRY

Life of true Poet
The think and the listen
Recognition style
Thinking while
Cutting through long corners
Distance from wordy find
Secrecy unveiled
The preset
Spoken word effect
Open determination
Experience and influence
Day and Night endurance
Letter by letter of time
Narrated thought
Poetry matters
Time, moment and place
Reader response
The reaction
Harmony in dignity
Rhythm precision
Need into the after
Emotions not held back
Daily and continuous
P ongoing into prosperous
Purpose with proceed
Endless journey indeed.

30 SECONDS

Think and plan
Time frame
Acceleration with a quickness
You are the valued time witness
Time doesn’t stand still
Your time to fulfill
Immediate response
Time is steadily ticking
Seconds into minutes
Movement must be swift
True accomplishment
Well established
Time is not on your side
It is on preset
Turn up your effect
Limited time granted
Time out

HOPE- Happen stands the realness of the beauty of His promises-

Hope
Having not the chance to acknowledge faith
Heaven is the preset in time before material timed earth
Hell is present in all that negates negatives
Holy is the inner man whose heart beats breathe the life of God
Heart felt favor feeling of wholeness sown
Happen stands the realness of the beauty of His promises

2/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Habit

if there arises an urge
to follow a preset routine
it signals a stuporous stance
of habit patterns we need to wean

Why Are We Here

WHY ARE WE HERE

Can we ever learn from our past lives
It’s somewhat like a spiritual evolution
But hidden, however hard one strives
It sometimes leads to much confusion

An answer from a Buddhist Priest I met
His patient smile was so easy to detect
The course of one’s life is never preset
When I asked him if we could connect

Why would one want to, he replied
And that gave me pause for thought
However hard we may have tried
Our next identities cannot be bought

The reason each of us are here it seems
Is to try our hardest to fulfil our dreams

Murphy For Trophy

At a time he should have been set
Murphy became rather upset.
Scott had this guessed at the outset
But not how to Murphy reset.
Scott could only pray that Murphy
Go home with the cherished trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...

But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset.

Momentum Part Two,- Hope

He returned to his quite recent creation
Just to make check on the current situation.
Tigrons slid in from the plains to lie at their ease
Away from midday sun under those singing trees,
Stretching lazily leisurely showing razored claw
In unconscious reminder of nature in the raw.

The ko-ko-ko birds still made their daily run
Fast blonde flashes in that pulsing square sun;
The fleecy white clouds made the long grass wet
Releasing their loads on that very second preset.
The singing trees moved and swayed
In the breeze that quite gently played
And filled the air with their song
That played and replayed all day long.
And in their Eden Garden the Adam and the Eve,
Still naked in their ignorance, made him believe
That maybe this time this world could be free
From the bondage of that wild knowledge tree.

As the sky filled with that square white moon
The singing trees changed to their nocturnal tune
And under that gentle white light
This world slipped slowly into night.
He noted down his next time of review
And with a small sigh quickly withdrew.

An Evening's Events

The clouds wear a grey look, birds take a flight home,
The day slowly wears a different colour,
The sculptor sits allowing the mind to roam,
Despite life's tempest, they prop hope with valour,
Nature protects from fatality syndrome,
Its beauty is seen in its multicolour, 
The sun takes a bow, drawn into its closet,
The moon glides to take its place as it’s preset.




September 10, 2022,
OTTAVA RIMA Poetry Contest,
L. Milton Hankins.

I Am a Mirror -

 I am a mirror
 as I see you 
seeing me
 I'm looking at you
 looking at me 
how can it be
 so endearing 
yet I don't understand 
the preset of the married
 remember signing object
 Gathering light and Spears of Darkness
 rotating in it spinning it around
 making it a reflective vision unlike sound
 and image of myself shining brightly 
colored Illuminating showing the inside me
 outside of me how can I be
 a mirror when I can see myselff
 as I breathe my last breath 
because I make it to the crest
 and I am a reflection of all else
 that I am myself
 I am a mirror of thinking of me
 Now You See Me Now
 a shiny abstract Vision wow 
crushed sand molded and heated
 I'm Crush pressurize depleted polish 
it is shaping at a glance
 I am a mirror by chance

5/17/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©

Hope Is Just a Preset To Faith-

Hope is never hope
Without a wonder?
Hope is a slender
A jest reminder
Hope is the preset of FAITH

Preset Order

Nightfall and daytime,
Dusk and dawn,
Sunshine and night gloom,
He calls them to order, 
He dictates their timeline.


February 20, 2022
Bite size Poem No. 37 Poetry Contest

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