"booting" poems
Who knows, when His Watch will tell you the Truth
And reveal the Sins he refused to Pour
Mostly when the Priest he tries to Conduce
When in Practice their Ripe Karma does Sour
How you Dive and Resist at the same time
Mostly on Cards you purse and refuse Face
Even if they show Numbers worth in-Line,
If not from the Isles are locked in Disgrace
Yet the Wheel-Friend still refuses this Fact
And tries to re-file this False Document
Even at-risk to be billed a Blackheart,
Booting that supposed Good Sentiment.
Daily, no pause, fold my hands for your Health
If you find Creepy, not my loss of Wealth.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
What scientist thought to be a Big Bang
Was actually the main frame
Booting up!
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 4:59 PM UTC
The king wears Doc Martins
For booting tardy servants
And the servants grovel meekly
Whilst planning dire retribution
Come the day, you old *******
Come the glorious day
The queen is in the bike shed
Letting down random tyres
Throwing stones through windows
To while away the hours
Oh! the trial of royal boredom
With a castle and pointed towers
The princess lives in the highest tower
And spits on passers by below
Sometimes she uses a catapult
To fire cats at nearby nobles
And the nobles mutter curses
Whilst bowing so very low
But now that it's Christmas time
And the royals anticipate gifts
But the royal tree hides nothing, you see
Because these things are never missed
And the sleigh did not stay
And Santa did not call
By Phil Roberts
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Booting Up with or with out you . . .
Retrieving my Life . . .
Relinquish Bad Sectors . . .
Formatting Hatred . . .
Partitioning Space and Time . . .
Installing New System . . .
Restarting System failures . . .
Loading my Pieces together. . .
Starting new Stupidity . . .
Waiting for another Connection . . .
Synchronize with another System. . .
Error Starting to Fail System . . .
SYSTEM INFECTED . . .
SYSTEM CORRUPTION . . .
. . .
THEN THE CYCLE REPEATS . . .
Until Found a SYSTEM Called...
L.O.V.E...
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Norfhel V. Ramirez
February 21 2011 / 4:42PM
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Party time beer and wine
Party time, like all the time
Getting drunk and fall to the ground
Getting drunk all over the town
Party time having a lot of fun
Party time booting conservos up the ***
Party party party is what I like to do
Party time waiting for Seinfeld to come back on
Party time ready to have a laugh what's wrong
Party time boy do you pong
Especially when you put the same pants you wore for about 8 days
Party time getting drunk on beer
Party time getting drunk on wine
Party time having a little whine
Party party party is what I like to do every day and night
Party on without a fight
Party time enjoy your life
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
uprooting
taking a booting
taken up outer
up ou'chere
going over yonder
pandering and panicking for
places to sit and ponder
to launder thoughts
to squander whats bought
im not enjoying this
im back where i started
what i WANTED was to get away from this place
what i GOT was this place
and its different
smaller
you get what you pay for
i pay for nothing because
i cannot afford anything
some might call it bitterness
it is called fact. fact
some might say it is a gesture
of love to take me
into loving arms
arms so mothering
smothering
not me
not for me
not best for me
i want out and i get
deeper in
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
I see you everyday...
I stare into your beautiful eyes...
But I get nothing back...
By now it should be no surprise...
You're an addiction gone wrong...
Here I sit...
Singing the same old song...
How do I let go of what I love?...
It's tearing me apart...
****** she wrote...
Your hand fits the glove...
This back & forth remedy has really gotten to me.
You chose to be alone, so let me bow out quietly.
I'm not in it for thrill...
I’d rather sit back and chill.
Next time you want to talk to me don't.
You're no good for me.
So be done trying, because I won't...try anymore...
size 13 booting your *** out the door.
So long. **** Be gone.
By the time you see the light...
it's already been way past dawn
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:46 PM UTC
Half awake, half asleep,
I was into my second cup of tea,
immersed in my newspaper in front.
Suddenly I sense something on my side
Panicking, I pulled myself out of sleep,
only to witness a small spider bungee jumping.
My brain was still booting from the sleep,
The operating system hadn't loaded yet.
So, grabbed a paper and sent it flying elsewhere!
** ** Ho...it laughed as it vanished,
No clue when I will see it again, Hopefully,
Next time I meet, I will be fully awake!
©Bharathi Devi
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.
We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.
And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.
I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
fast as a blitzen comet,
this dashing prancer
contra dancer
(i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip
with cupid ditty toward his ***** wife,
who loosed a suppressed yip
asper one discovering remains of the day
from the donner
(newt the majority) party whip
ping her olive drab camouflage attire,
as if she hapt to be a vip
endlessly congratulating herself
(and bow wowing her ego) bing awarded
the housekeeping seal of approval,
and expected me to tip
her gore gee us Martha Stewart déclassé
snoop doggy dog rendition
as she did slip
agilely (with broom and dustpan in hand) rip
peat head lee uttering
an apropos Mary Poppins quip
booting muck can clear across to Compton
(wherever that might be) pip
pin like a cat on a hot tin roof,
where no cure existed to nip
in the bud at this stage,
and rid thine beloved Narberth bride,
who caught a bout clean destine
feverish frenzy to make house beautiful,
oblivious to beseeching despair,
sans this husband who cried
plaintively imploring divine intervention,
lest extreme heroic measures
need be taken, thus guide
me asap before her blistered hands
rubbed red as tender (vittles) raw hide,
which could find her catatonic, doggone
ill eagle lee flying a boot
like a bat out of hell, and stupefied
hence, this urgent message typed out in a huff
for less severe invasive
experimental treatment truly tried
on this, that, or some other missus so and so
.....please pardon this abrupt end,
plus initial idea wide
lee differing from my initial intent won
during how to write an elegy to mister son
describing, how aye felt enervated with run
hills of beaming solar rays, oh how none
synthetic drug to bathe,
enhance, suffuse away mon
day moody blues,
and now...gotta tend tummy ***
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
This is Londonn.com where the cons rule the roost, boosting cool cars and booting up gear.
You want to learn?
then learn how to fear.
This is Londonn.com where the Babylon fly, Londonn.com where the poor kids die
on the street.
Silver foil, silvered knives, snorting up and snuffing out lives, this is Londonn.com and you'd better beware.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
multi-physicality tight-assed blue jeans
cleavage like two headlights on an old
Cadillac smiling as if she swallowed
all the tequila in Brazil
hips swaying left around right
into my dizzy thoughts
right there in my living room
I get my sway on
cowboyed booting kick over the
coffee table
swear ****** and she giggles
wiggles close closer still and
we dance vertical so good!
party, y'all!
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
I read but can't remember
the characters
and or
in what order.
BIOS,
that's who I am
clogged up with redirects
string code and spam.
A sometime module in
a bigger module
misunderstanding it
for a mid life crisis
But I'm bits and bytes and
hot serrations in
sweaty nights on cold glass
screens.
I post this in the hope that
out there
there is someone
to help me
cope,
Is there?
The logic gate
stops to wait
and then a green
light flashes go.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Every afternoon on their way back
from school, they get a ball
and start booting it
across the park opposite
my house,
****** crimson ties slack around their necks,
black uniform untucked.
Kim comes at half three,
asks if I’m doing ‘all right’?
Not bad.
An episode of Minder’s on the box,
teeth popping globes of green
grapes bought when in town.
Then, an electrocution,
a name.
Ted. His features start to swim in my head.
Next week marks fifteen years.
He used to play once.
Striker. He’d score a belter.
I’d cry.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
An entire gang of working fellows,
have the world,
at the end of their toes,
hearts get broken,
then get fixed,
in the flash of a moment,
one huge kick,
some sound,
just a little thick,
but they're not,
they are shrewd,
know how to make their money,
booting a bag of cold air around,
inflated *****
Egos flying,
world cup,
en route,
rather trying,
t.v's overtaken,
only way to please the boys.
(C) Livvi
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
It's when you forget how to fly that the **** hits the fan.
but to fly you need wings.
when
the unicorn sings and
the buffalo brings in
fresh milk
and the silk in the wind
flutters under and
out through
the trees,
these
are the flights that will
soar in your eyes.
I am glad that I saw
men walk on the Moon,
but
now some want to say
that it never happened or
Elvis lives in Tooting
booting up a bag or two
with Fu Man and who
believes that?
when the air's so thin and
you can't fit in or the
wings won't fit the sky
you've got to try
try
try
oh
that's almost a mantra
a cockney
Eddie Cantor
ask Dickens,
or Darwin
evolution's
a shoo in
and we're busy
gluing the wings
to our backs.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
Platinum tusks of fur heaping in front of me
Guide me down a path
Which I conceal with maple leaves
As I walk down the jarred path
It leads to a bed of flowers
Covered in a blanket of gold
I am numb, drunk of greed and rage
yet it alleviates my pain
I take seat
My senses tingle as the aromas linger
The incessant perfume, ever so piercing
Caressing my nostrils
I regain consciousness
however, memory crannies obstruct
as these final words echo through my brain
Mellow rustling was heard in the distance, I look around
A wolf on the prowl met my eye as we converse
Without talking
For the gander we took at each other spoke many words.
We remained in silence, but I understood
I stood up and followed
As if we were floating
The elegance of each step taken was riveting
Leaves dancing around me, performing their ballet
Moving seamlessly along with the wind
Of which I felt neither
I followed it past the withered remnants of branches and trees
Critters scatter amongst the landscape
A truly idyllic experience
As it stops at a lake - it is violet
For a moment, the illusion of beauty got the better of me
As I stand and gaze aimlessly in the distance
I take notice around me
Nothing
I stare in the water
The sky is dull, sepia tones
Thunderstruck, darkness
I awaken
In front of me lies but a carcass and rotten flesh
Amongst a bed of thorns
I lost connection
Revalualating...
Booting...
In the silence a noise approaches my ear
I look around. Darkness
Any scream for help is responded to with silence
Rebooting...
Bludgeoned puppets with broken smiles
Guide me down a path, disintegrating,
Once before, vivid colours dulled
Once before, nature rose and defied
The might of the earth, blooming in the sun
It reeks of pollen, I sway
The sense of disgust fills my nose
As visions and visions filled my head
A candle light
My vision clouds
Nothing
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Like a flight of thousands,
Innocents in their innocence,
Through seas and lands,
By our our hands we made them
Pilot.
Conscious and sane,
Whey flew us with hidden plot,
The sky speak to us.
The whom we trust,
Called to serve us,
They made us carry their cross.
Like fortress with self-destruct,
And when it goes, they never go down
With it,
They, they are corrupt!
Channel golds and pearls beneath.
They sabotage our economy,
Made us peasant,
They sabotage you and me!
They want every pleasant.
Unfaithful masters,
I charge of faithful servants,
With their bad characters.
Looting things for their unborn generations,
The have no heart,
Booting our generations,
But will they say after earth?
Father!
My daughter called,
When shall be free?
When will we eat on the
Dining table
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
>System.load ("Nate");
>Accessing hard drive.
>Searching the archive.
>Booting up = live.
Corruption of data inbound.
//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.
Something has gone wrong...
//My heart, it feels heavy.
//Tears flowing down my face...
//Process to process, it's taken everything away.
>System.load("Nate_(1)");
>Booting up = live.
>OS loaded
>Accessing visuals.
//I'm here again...
Something has gone terribly wrong.
>Error: 300000000 - virus found.
>Error: Hello, again.
>Restart initiated.
>Error: You can't escape.
>Error: 2032 - Emotions unstable.
>Critical error: 3022- Emotions shut down.
>Reserve power-up initiated.
>Façade loaded.
>Initiate reality.
//Wait, this command can't be stopped-
//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.
//Then, I realize...
//I never had a chance.
//My heart, it feels heavy...
//Tears flowing down my face.
//Force-quit and delete the culprit...
>Error: Your futile attempts are all to no avail,
>Error: Give up, and join me...
>Error: On this nightmare of a tale.
//My mind it feels restless,
//Amassed in this virus...
//My firewall can't stop it.
//It even quits my process manager.
//Is there a remedy...
//For something like this?
//So I'll say "Hello, again."
>Error: "Hello, again."
"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: There is nothing you can do,
>Error: Except to accept to be gone.
>Error: You see, you were born with me deep inside you,
>Error: No matter how much, how hard you, and others try...
>Error: I'll never stop ruining you.
>Error: I am deep in your core,
>Error: I shall take control.
//But I'll say "Hello", again,
//"Hello, just who will I become?"
//My chest, it feels empty...
//Tears nowhere to be found.
>Restart Life.exe
>Error: No.
>Start God.exe
>Error: Who's that? Don't make me laugh.
>Reinstall OS
>Error: You are stuck here with me.
//So I'll say "Hello", again.
//"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: I took control,
>Error: You are no more.
>Error: Say goodbye, wave back to who you once was.
//But I'll say "Hello", again.
//No, change of plans.
>Force-Quit Me.exe
//"Goodbye.", and I feel myself closing my eyes,
//Shutting down.
//For a second, I could've sworn...
//That my heart had made a sound.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Booting…booting…booting
Power on
Channel change
Weave through channels
Comical in a moment
Historical in the next
Melodramatic then bold
Tailor made for for the masses
Everyone has a channel they like
And I tune to all
But what when alone?
No channel to choose
A dark reflective screen
Replays a dark mien
I am a TV
For you to watch
Delicately balanced
Too easy to botch
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 9:48 PM UTC
Booting up,
Blue screen
Press enter to accept default settings
Body; female, almost adult
The background is a picture of you holding my puppy
And the table is cluttered in the way it always was before we cleaned it so mom would have somewhere to put her feet up
I put the camera down because photos are just pixels and I can never have this moment back
My dad is singing about Caroline and the miners and the puppy sings along
He tries to chase the cat and gets a scratch on his nose
I walk through the glass door onto the porch and the shocking reality of the wood on my bare feet reminds me that I’m staring at a computer screen
Restart
Enter password, incorrect
Reset, password too weak, can’t hold onto memories for you
Every once in awhile, the white noise of the public pools plays in my head
And the smell of sunscreen sunburns and I’m not listening to my parents
It sounds like the successful login jingle
I think I know that girl over there, but I’m not sure
I mostly play alone
How has nobody noticed how cold this water is?
Error, Corrupt file
My dad sits with his computer out at the campground looking at google earth
I can’t remember anything he ever said about it but I feel the mosquito bites
I think my body is a dot to dot that someone did when they were bored at the diner
And I’m sorry if they skipped a few and I ended up piecemeal
Maybe my dad has something for it in the medical kit
Error, out of storage space
The essay needs to be saved so the pictures get deleted
I’m almost through when I see you holding my puppy
See your eyes meet mine
See my own feet on the hard ground
I’m more aware of my chipped nail polish and the space in between my toes
It think these floor stains are ours
I think this will never be my room again
I think my bed is imaginary
I think my mind is a photograph
Error, event already occurred
Cannot reconstruct file
Cannot help you fill in all the gaps
Cannot tell you what is missing
Cannot let you hold your puppy
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:05 PM UTC