Reacquaint Poems | Examples

MILES ABOVE VOICE

You left me alone
Your spirit descended and disappeared
As I remember, your Death came quick
I observed
I immediately felt alone
There was no longer your presence
Standing being the only image
Suddenly you spoke in a distance whisper, “Never far always Near”
Those words encouraged me, and you told me not to worry
Don’t feel sorry
You said my cries have no despair
I have always been fair
You see I am doing just fine
Sometimes I feel loss
Having no place in this world
Your soulful words, “I am where the Lord wants me to be”
Your distance far
I wish you were still here
The joy and friendship
Once upon a time
A person who was so kind
One day, we will meet again
A reacquaint that will never end
Remember you always
Your voice close to my heart
Your words my daily start
Soulful true
You are my daily life to always pursue.

Today

I need not travel far
to sense God’s nearness --  
the trill of His many
lyrical voices – Surely
the oriole knows same
intimacy; as does every
petal on the thrilling
rose, dripping luscious color
with scent – Clays-of-clouds
inspiring mental needing – 
the toes of an infant, twitching
destiny to explore, long before
bottoms callus, and his legs
steadying for firm excursion -- 

Today, I think, I will be a child
again – in my mind and heart
reacquaint myself with
good witches in fairy-tales,
and with angels and prayer – …. Treating phones 
and Internet like 14th century plague….

Reacquaint

          Driving carefree through the herbaceous desert, Ruby and I
          Off to meet up with family and friends this Fourth of July
          Word games banter, years renewed, time gently drifts away
          A sweet time sweeps by on this rehabituating Independence Day

I Know a Place

Feeling lost?
        I know a place
            where you
                can find yourself.

Go visit Nature
        and leave the
            city
                for a while.

Let your
        heart and soul
            reconnect
                with the source of life.

And reacquaint yourself
        with
            God's presence on Earth.

Twelve Years With Stroke

For twelve years Edwin had fought stroke
And its drugs made sure he was broke,
Caring wife set to lift the yoke:
Passionate pleas to move a folk,
Rose mentioning his being 'Nice Bloke',
Who could crack a rib-bursting joke...

And to the call the world awoke:
Female toad's response to male croak...
Vocal wife to her spouse the coke,
That would a refinancing stoke,
And her reacquaint with egg yolk.

Watercolors

Watercolor memories paint
 Enchanted mountains in my mind,
 And sunshine's glow upon my face

 Time to reflect and reacquaint
 With friends so treasured and kind,
 Reconnecting with God's grace

 I felt joy, I had no complaint
 With stars above I felt aligned
 Like a time traveller in space

 But time is not without constraint
  Thoughts of a love I left behind
 Beckoned me to a distant place
 
 To enchanted mountains, blue sky
  My saddened heart would say goodbye...

 8-22- 2022
 Trilonnet

Solitude

I am cloaked in silence that
Flows out from my solitude
In all directions and fills
The space around me.
Its healing presence seeps
Into my heart and mind,
My deepest inner core.

No sound of any kind,
Not even the subtle humming
Of the refrigerator,
Interrupts my thoughts.
No traffic noise, no telephone,
No background music disturbs
The calm that soothes my soul.

I need this quiet time each day
To reacquaint me with myself!
The stresses of the my life,
For now, are held at bay.
In these few moments of renewal,
This time of replenishment,
I find the strength I need.

Money

the invisible chains that hold and bind us .
that impossible Webb which those who control its tensions scuttle , hunt and prey on the trapped ! .

The retardant which holds all of people-kind back from becoming so much more.

this fabled glass ceiling if we are to evolve 
‘must be smashed and as a race of beings therefore climb up together 
into the light of freedom and meaningfully reacquaint ourselves  with our limitless potential.

And so mote it be

Who You Are Inside

Loneliness, insecurity, and the weight of reality
threaten to break your naive heart. 
And you struggle with feelings of helplessness
and uncertainty. 
Your heart harbors hurt, sorrow, fear, and pain;
but also a spark of hope
that curbs your worries and allows for a smile.
Examine who you are inside!
If you feel you're missing something,
you owe it to yourself to take a closer look.

Hope and disappointment, like the layers of an onion,
share the same power to bring tears to your eyes. 
Gather up all the loving moments in your life,
and reacquaint yourself with those feelings of love. 

Enduring years of heartache, you're frightened;
for it takes a brave heart to confront rejection,
and a determined soul to endure it. 
You are unique!
Yet doubt festers in the darkest recesses of your mind;
where fear so often dwells.
And love is so precious that it awes you with its beauty,
while at the same time, it scares you with its fragility.

User Name and Password

"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re  fine to go.

Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.

You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.

No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.

Defeated, crazed you finally press
 "Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security 

To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself 
With your "administrator" ?

So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?

Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !

Demons

She was devoured by the 

polluted river That leads to hell,

Her conscience had deserted 

her sponge soaked Brain,

Intoxication became her

Psychological constitution,

This problematic, indisposed

Woman, is not recognisable,

She can't accept that the

Diagnosed cure is abstinence,

My only wish is to reacquaint 

With the wonderful woman I 

Once had pleasure of knowing,

Though the current of this polluted 

river is taking her further away,

Can the only relief be death?


Composed 10/03/2017.
74 words.

Feminist Bake Sale

Bake sale for equality 
Power to the people
But its true nullity 
Its not for all people

"You've heard the complaints...
Now its really happening"
Equality with which you must reacquaint 
The irony is saddening 

One dollar for man
75¢ for a lady
Aren't we all human
We seem divided lately 

Im not a feminist
But i hope you don't mind
Im a humanist 
I believe in all of man kind

Just One More Day

Just One More Day


If Death would grant, just one more day, 
I’d use that time to simply play.

I'd take you in my arms once more,
and get to know you like before.

If I could, but see you again,
without the fog of grief or pain.

I would start my day with a smile,
if we could just talk for a while.

I'd say the words kept in my heart,
like how I loved you from the start.

And to mend a heart that’s broken,
silent feelings would be spoken.

I'd snuggle close and hold your hand,
letting you know just where I stand.
  
I'd reacquaint myself with you,
so you would know my love was true.

I would spend our time together,
wishing it would last forever.

And with our lips pressed in a kiss,
I’d fill your last moments with bliss.



Written Dec. 8th, 2015 for " JUST ONE MORE DAY - Poetry Contest ".

Our Class Is Close

Our Class is Close
By Franklin Price
4/23/2015

Our class is close though time has passed
Fifty years are quite a few
Through cyber space we travel fast
To reacquaint with ones we knew

Retired now or very soon
To face less hectic lives
Sit back enjoy the sun and moon
And more vacation drives

We'll tell of our adventures
On Facebook we will post
Try not to drop our dentures
When we tell our tales and boast

High school friends now getting age
Many gone along the way
Reconnecting now is all the rage
Now is the time to play

Don't be afraid to share with us
Past, present, future too
Do not offend or fight or fuss
Could lose a friend we have so few

Life's too short to pick a fight
Give postings lots of thought
Friends don't think that being right
Above all else is what we're taught

Support class mates when they are down
Post things of hope and care
Place a smile where was a frown
Let them know a friend is there

Dinner Date

Bring all your revenges to the table
Sit them down and serve them well
Crystal cut glass, French Champagne
And listen to the stories that they will tell

Place guilt across from regret
Whilst heartbreak and sin reacquaint
Thoughts starched up cotton napkins
Dine with both the sinner and the saint

Lies like locust swarms spelt in sentences on the menu
Anger boils over erupts spoiling the setting
Ego attempts a humble hasty intervention
But memories x-ray sharp prevent forgetting

Tensions trek arduously around this table
Whilst fear scavenges for dirty little secrets
Elusive emotion makes an elegant appearance
Upping the ante, everyone taking side bets

I thought I heard someone call my name
It was coward hiding behind the door post
How could I not go to his aid?
I really must leave and assist him, after all I am the host

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