Short Resets Poems
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Only colorful storms
Shake my ground
Happy rain
Resets my frown
Sun is up
And now I’m smiling
Not upside down
From this air
I inhale
Bliss
No more dreadful drops of rain
Creating a mist
of terror
The sky has matured
No longer gray
But quite a new blue
Spring, always
just a few weeks away.
Dark branches begin to bud wet
I knew you couldn't stay.
How I remember our first Fall,
and the long Winter most of all.
I must make amends and start again,
isn't it funny how love resets.
Wi' misty hands of time
we're bound to forget,
our fading summer.
Beyond despair
new light is found
where wasted moments
live again
Befriending capsules
lost to time
the air forgiving
free of sin
Beyond all hope
there lies a wish
where cherubs promise
saving grace
And hopes and wishes
are reborn
as memory resets
—love embraced
(The First Book Of Prayers June, 2012)
Expansion into light
The subtle radiant pulse
Power of tiny, flickering probabilities
Know the mind grows cold and stale
When impaled on doubt and searching
Fighting for clout and certainty
Universal gyrations plug in swiftly
Tempting magnetic minds to change their tune
Erupt in song, nature sings along
Life battery resets for new adventure
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Hold your fears so close, so dear
So you can hear the sounds so clear
The day resets when the sun resides
You cannot get what life provides
Trust is the ability
to maintain stability
In your fears or emotion
Like waves on an ocean
But you cannot control
The realms in your soul
You can never hold
Your dreams or your goals
Because too much is too little
And the truth is a riddle
It all lies in you
It all dies in you
Form:
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the old year exhales~
a scrap of confetti clings
to the bottom of my shoe.
midnight laughs, half-drunk,
while my resolutions dissolve
like sugar in champagne.
somewhere, a clock resets
its tired hands.
somewhere, a last firework
forgets it was ever lit.
I linger on the verge of a day
not yet formed, my pencil
poised over untouched parchment.
Listen to poem:
Is fate a journey or a destination?
Like directions given on map app
that simply resets if you make a mistake.
There is no complaint, no harsh word,
the app simply finds another way.
But how important is the pathway,
the steps on the way to your destiny?
Does it matter how you get there?
What path you took
and what happened on your journey.
Eventually even the app gets frustrated:
Go Back! You are going the Wrong Way!
Giving until you can no longer grasp,
The imparted gift your heart extends,
The more given of yourself the deeper you go,
The more you extend, your heart muscles grow,
They pass energy through distance and time,
Trickling through space connecting, we bind,
Its bigger than what we understand,
It means more than what we comprehend,
When your heart leaps from the electrical charge,
It resets the whole function and jumpstarts your heart.
Listen to poem:
the day is about to rise
and again i could not sleep --
i breathe in the freshness of the morn
and in the stillness of this air
emerges from yonder the horizon
a hush aglow that calls to me
it's calming, it's soothing
like a voice i recognize from afar
almost music to my ear
and for a graceful moment i’m hypnotized:
two eagles soar across the sky and suddenly
the world seems to me in perfect harmony
AP: 1st place 2023
photo taken by Chandana Ramachandran
Colour Schemers
Arab Traders excavated
Europe laid the foundation
The New World framed it perfectly
The rest of the races roofed it
This …
Inordinate economic concupiscence
Shadowy sham, animated by a violent passion
An extraordinary alteration
So…
Nature convulses
Human dignity reduced to
Colour: Black, white, brown, yellow
But …
The scale corrects itself
The clock resets
The scheme falls apart
Because …
There is only one humanity
It’s you.
It’s me.
Dark Horse
In the thin space between the hours,
where midnight is done but tomorrow not yet begun,
a dark horse rides,
trampling time as everything resets.
Her ancient hooves tear yesterday to dust.
Her furious nostrils inhale every wasted second, and
whineys them out in fresh garlands of blossoming color and sound,
flowering moments that wheel around the sun,
putting every possibilty back in place,
and the first second strikes!
Image Me a Poem, contest
9-18-2017