calling upon her
light of the day
dark of the night
with change of any season
relationship of any kind
happy or sad
crying or laughing
lying or sitting
whole or broken
dwells within me
accepts me as I am
listens without judgement
replenish my depleted soul
nourish my imbalance body
heal my fragmented heart
reboots my scatter mind
revitalize my creativeness
nurtured me throughout my journey
gifted with her beauty
growing with her grace
created with her resilience
equipped with her communications
stored with her wisdom
bestowed upon with her love
beheld with her memories
strong with her strength
still with her peace
Categories:
reboots, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
If I have a kind of superpower,
it’s recalling names of folks I haven’t seen in years.
I forget new names within the hour;
it’s like the brain reboots and the memory clears.
It gives folks a thrill to think you know ‘em,
but trading short for long might not be a thing to seek.
I have a certain sense about this poem:
it seems identical to one I wrote last week.
Categories:
reboots, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Reboots already done before,
that's the art we've got in store;
March to the tune of A.l,
use human emotion why?
They want the auto-pop I abhor.
Categories:
reboots, art, computer, creation, emotions,
Form: Limerick
Black and white motives, it was simple;
The camera rolled before words came,
an adventure played on screen;
Technicolor breathed even more energy
into that delicious cinema magic;
It was all about the best way to tell a tale.
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
As it chased what the dollars dictated
slowly the red carpet flames faded;
It didn’t matter who was creative
no chances were going to be taken;
Art locked out of every studio door
exchanged for recycled reboots;
No risk in more of a sure thing;
Now we are left with creativity dying;
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
Work places know to keep off of topics
that are known to impede their business;
The film industry is not exempt from this.
Create the most compelling product,
leave out their allegiances keep their art.
Bring back all the ‘Happily ever after.’
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell.
Categories:
reboots, emotions, feelings, imagination, introspection,
Form: Other
Pull out all the stops
and shout from rooftops,
the truth that we know,
felt by heart mellow.
Each path is unique,
of same truth we seek,
getting to the roots,
as our soul reboots.
There’s no this or that,
arguments fall flat,
as we so become,
with That oneness one.
We do wish to share
but who may so pair,
for truth’s beyond mind.
We must feel to find.
01-July-2022
Categories:
reboots, spiritual, truth,
Form: Jueju
All paths do seem valid, in their own right
What matters is that we get to the roots
As we embark upon our wingless flight
Moment to moment, as life pulse reboots
Each path requires, that we release our past
In silence, surrender our lower mind
Fearful thoughts and desires, into form cast
Exhuming thereby, narrow ego bind
Mind-body empty, behold what remains
When thoughts are still, bliss within overspills
Our soul shines in glory, pure and unstained
Such is the miracle, of divine will
Bliss within throbs, in continuity
Time stretched stillness becomes eternity
18-May-2021
Categories:
reboots, joy, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Oh Lord they come again in brilliant hue
cold ghosts so long thought dead beneath the snow
arise, in flaunting presence overdue
upon the thatch brown bed - clear hoar frost glow
clings to the softening edge of winter’s grip
an echoed crack of ice its passing blow
in fated end to her long cyclic trip
succumbing to the whims of passing winds
rippling thru tall Maples slow sap drip
wet rabbits skirt the edges of the fens
to dine upon first buds of greening shoots
plump robins build their nests in silent glens
watched by the moon the mating owl hoots
as nature hits default and spring reboots
©4/29/2019
Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter sponsor
Categories:
reboots, beauty, imagery, life, spring,
Form: Terza Rima
No commercial interruption
In my head
Never any breaks
When I dream
Makes me want
To holler
And scream
No censorship
No computer chips
Reboots
Or
Virus Protection!!!
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Categories:
reboots, anxiety,
Form: I do not know?
Morning Sun, please greet my eyes and allow me to see the brink of a new day.
I yearn for your light and the colors that radiate on my face, warming my soul.
I smile to the vocals of the birds as they tune for their daily song.
Life gives thy kiss and rest shows thy love.
Another start of another day where I hope this one repeats.
The hustle of the commute stimulates my senses and give lift to my feet.
The rush supports my body as my mind reboots.
A sequence that headlines the morning until usurped by the sweet taste and temptation of mistress Caffeine.
Her embrace is addicting, but her love does not last as it is so fickle and fleeting.
My drug, this unnatural yearning is both temporary salvation and shame.
To lose oneself within her mug of splendor and creamer of delight.
To experience dependence and self-loathing.
The fight may be short and difficult, but defeat is ensured with both desire and dishonor.
No matter how hard I try, I live every morning to fight and to die.
Every day is the same, I awake to Ms. Caffeine.
I wake up enslaved.
Categories:
reboots, morning, self, drug,
Form: Free verse