The harder the life ...
... the bigger the need
For a new start
For a second chance
For happiness and a reset.
There is only One
Who can wipe away
The grin off the Grim Reaper's face.
The One who resurrected
Hope into a sinful creature
Such as myself.
Who am I? I am no one.
My name is not important.
Yet, I am grateful
For the reassurance ...
That no one is stranger
With Jesus,
Even me.
I pamper myself so rarely.
This feels like luxury and spiritually fulfilling.
Recharged to face the world.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Where to go to wrest life’s conflicts,
that somewhere, someplace to recuse?
When one feels that within’s without
and ere conclusion, now confused.
My parents taught me, “Find the Wild,”
and use it as mine own compass.
Oft I’ve journeyed back within
and found a troubl’d soul’s solace.
But for our own, we’ve not bequeathed
a comparable cultural meme.
Where shall our kids find themselves?
Where shall they go to self-redeem?
For our largess is numbing tech,
mere distractions of compute.
Will our children find the switch
to effect their own soul’s reboot?
Reboot
Floppy disk
Magnetic storage medium
A new chapter
Be open minded
Impossible dreams
Move on from your old ways
Reboot
A new harvest
Quenching thirst
New horizons
Recharge
Restore
New beginnings
New ways
Many blessings
A new season
Unexpected change
Planet seeds take root
Reboot
Start believing
The nets are breaking
pulse()— //triggers beneath skin: jagged
>> syntax.error: panic overflowed: line 21
{ mind == burn; vision == glitched color; }
>>>> crash report, rebooting…
#cc0000 //devours what logic left behind
I had a little heart attack
It really hurt like hell
Have gone to hearth and home of kin
Untill such time as well
In quiet peace I meditate
On choices I have made
That brought me to this leg of life
A juncture never bade
A good friend on this platform
On comment did forwarn
I wish that I had took to heart(no pun intended)
When he first sound the horn
Instead I thought no never me
No way it could apply
Timothy you tried my friend
On your council I Should have rely
All's not lost Just a major reboot
The doc here says I'll be better than ever
Already I have more energy
Than I can recall whenever
So........ Handle your stress
Your diet address ,check out a doctor Ford Brewer
Unless you want to find yourself
In the midst of a health crisis sewer
All my best,keep me in your prayers
as all of you are in mine
Untill then be smart,and safe
Sage advice may your ears incline
If I were to ever suffer of a deep amnesia,
In your presence I would remember, with my synesthesia,
All our memories flashing back: "Memory Reboot" in my mind.
Staying in the bed today
Not getting up at all
Except to get accoutrements
Or answer nature's call
It's not that I'm running
From life
No cover pulled
Over my head
The rain drumming
On the roof
I just woke up
decided and said
I'm staying put
In my comfy nest
Read books,watch movies
just get some rest
Not escaping
but embracing life
As a steaming mug
I hoist
Giving in to
The hearts desire
Giving wants
A voice
Yep staying in
this cozy cocoon
all the
Live long day
Maybe calling up
An old friend
See what they have
to say
No places to go
Or people to see
It's staying in
The bed for me
Let us reboot, tremors subtle
Of foreign origin
Give each dark fear a rebuttal
Let our heart be virgin
Vibrant is love’s presence
Blissful is soul essence
Innate luminescence
Thoughts in pursuit
Let us reboot
21-April-2022
Quietus
Born to create, deceived to consume.
We think we are so royal and grand.
Brilliant and creative we do assume.
In truth a wasteland, at best secondhand.
We repeat what has already been had.
Or simply change what someone else has made.
Then stand proud as if an olympiad.
And continue this creative charade.
Remove for one day or even a week
the music and screens to which we are chained.
And you’ll crave distraction an empty soul seeks.
the stimulus that keeps us entertained.
You will loath after just three days alone
those worn out tapes still playing in your head.
That whistle you’ll bemoan as monotone.
And crave anything new that can be said.
Around day 4 you will soon realize
Your inability to just create.
A single original thought give rise,
With your mind so addicted to click bait.
In solitude I am humbled to see,
My peace rests on that which is external,
Rather than what’s been placed deep inside me.
Where a still small voice speaks the eternal.
Like a computer that needs a reboot
We have to unplug and turn off the noise.
Wake up your self ready to execute,
A masterpiece, which robot life destroys.
A brother's blood cried from the ground,
Yet spared was Cain, in route to Nod.
But Lamech multiplied revenge,
Intended evil before God.
The Nephilim roamed all the earth:
The mighty men, men of renown.
The human heart, no longer good,
Forever spiraled, always down.
And so, in time, the rains began:
A deluge, not a little drip.
God, it seems, had lost his patience;
Time to right this little ship.
Only Noah found his favor,
Only Noah, in his eyes.
Thus the flood, Creation's reboot;
One small family, all else, dies.
(from Genesis 6)
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(For “STRAND (1074)” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
02/15/2022)
You set me up for failure
Than ask me why I didn't do anything right
You said you'd love me forever
Even though you left right in my sight
You were my person
My strong suit
You were just a heavy burden
My life just ended up being a reboot
A reboot without your love
A reboot with another guy
Someone who shows me real love
When all you have left is to say good by
"Return of another Goliath, is it?"
Of Course the man was fearless
But time always decides when
Every great man shalt cease to inhale,
Run away from us and
Turn into an angel
Much cherished was the way that he
Undeniably handled affairs to do with peace and stability
Gabriel was a man of Charisma and
Action was his daily routine
But the giant is no more
Every Tom and Magufuli of this world shall remember you, Bob!
Right from the beginning of the Zimbabwean journey
One and all had beheld that you are the appropriate leader
Because of the way you thought about real issues
Even the way you addressed pertinent issues!
Ringing in your heart was the bell
That told you to act not like a Robot
(But a real Robert)
Muromo wenyu rwaive rwizi rwemashoko ehuchenjeri
Uyo neuyo ainwa ainzwa iri nhapitapi
Gare-gare nguva ndiyo go tisingafungire
Aiwa, vadzimu vadana
Baba tinoti zororai mumasimba
Enyu mashoko, haachazofi akafa
For the founding father of Zimbabwe, Robert Gabriel Mugabe. May your soul rest in power.
DesireThePoet2019
My hard drive has been wiped clean
It's time to rebuild my dream
Before my world shattered
You were all that really mattered
Finally I see how beautiful life can be
Now that I set you free
We promised to stay together until the end
But now it's just me and my friends
I used to be quiet and shy like a mouse
But in the divorce I got the house
Court fees cost a lot of loot
But now it's over I can finally reboot
Now when I look out the window pane
Nothing appears the same
Sometimes we need to shut our system down
To finally lose the frown
So glad there's no more drama
For now I'll wait for karma
A blank disk in my CD ROM
Time to create new memories and move on
From where I stand
leaning
which way up
patches of blue
or jewelled black vertigo
bring me back to earth
and heaven is still here
Untrustworthy planks of mentality wobble
loose chemical nails
and windows rattle
in the human eddies
Time to back up
clean the head
reboot
save the screen
recalibrate
sleep
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