"reacquaint" poems
Summer's almost over,
It's threadbare
As your towel;
The summer sands
Are shifting,
The beach is headed south.
The initialed picnic tables
Are stored for other outings;
The concession windows
Flapped now,
The busker's shouting quelled.
Sails are dropped
Like maple leafs,
The moon's rising
Too soon;
The night lights blaze
Over pitch and field,
Where sunshine
Shone in June.
Geese are wedging daily
To escape the wintery gloom;
I'll reacquaint
With the hinter sounds
Of lake winds
And banshee loons.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
i haven’t worn my retainer in weeks
i decided that tonight would be the night
that i reacquaint my teeth
with its plastic metal friend
and the pain, oh the pain
of my teeth being moved back into place
who could have thought that bone
could be swayed by a piece of plastic
and who could have thought that i
would still be kept awake
by the thought of you
i haven’t thought about you in weeks
but here i lay, teeth aching
and heart aching
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
To Tory and Lucinda, you finally got your poem
Ok honey, I’m about to go
I’m about to blow a gasket
I’ve been working all day
Like a regular dog, got up
At the crack of dawn.
I’ve been saying yes Sir
All day at work and
I’ve been saying yes
M’am all the time to
You and now I’m
Ready to go. You
Can only push a
Man so far before
He loses the will
Or the effort
To try and please
Someone who
Can never be
Pleased. I
Need to get
My things
Together
And jus’
Reacquaint
Myself
With Jim Beam
Because I’ve been being
Good for much too long.
Now a good boy's gone bad
I’m now taking my time off
For bad behaviour.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
You've got a body -
Use it: move your ****
Realign your Being
With your lost childhood,
When everything was a game;
A bright big world to explore;
An investigation into pleasure;
And a learning curve in pain.
You've got a brain -
Use it: think for yourself!
Reacquaint your Mind
With the beauty of youth,
When all fields were open;
A scary, exciting, full of promise
Battleground to conquer;
And to expose to fresh exploitation.
You've got a soul -
It's the spirit of Life!
Do with it what you will!
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Standing beneath black skies' hush,
cold rains' fall a stimulating touch
bringing rise to forbearance
forcing stormcells to pressured positions
above our expanse.
These words escape to nothing.
Thick air mixed in
with each vowel of smoke,
straining to glimpse beyond
those choked fragments.
I caught your shadow
skirting the edge of visions
and slipping past my bounds.
You were cloaked in millennia,
time soaked from downpours
seemingly lost of origins,
be they long past
or still forecast,
you were,
falling drops rolling
from silken hair
still bruised in memory,
forgoing present presentation
to reacquaint opportunity
with overlooked encounters.
Soaked to soul,
the ripples spread quick
stepping to the plane of...
...wait,
where are you...
when are we...
...will you be?..
...or have we been
lost in relativity
and escaping in
each word I breathe.
Comprehension critical,
compassionate clouds constantly
reminding of drowning you out,
professing this changing view
in hallowed hurricane whispers.
An angel you became,
living upon these grounds
your plague, living on,
earthly existence anathema,
each second foreword
another progression of
decreeing beating heart
a final concerto, Ava Maria
your soliloquy, serenading
dreams in a missing tongue,
with dying tone
and a pulse set out for loan.
Loneliness my investment,
appreciating until the light was blinding,
pain breaking anthems,
scaling back to feed off
what was left.
I missed our true nature until it was reflex,
illumination only brief glimpses of a passed future,
grief developing to timelines sutures,
bleeding blending was
and has,
with will be still the memory
I'm forced to foresee.
Broken in neutrality,
droplets still caressing the shadow
skirting the corner of my eye.
Your life was short,
I let us die far too young.
Consider it your sacrifice,
the reason for the crying clouds
whose pain soothes these brainstorms
vented through cigarette breaks
wasted pouring words
to howling winds.
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
If this is ain't love,
then what is it?
Just another obsession to reacquaint with?
In the memories of a story long foretold,
in the midst of this dusty storm
,
the sensual feelings I've applied to life
have left me in the blistering cold outside.
Each time we try to comprehend ourselves
,
The constant reminder, of our dark paths,
Become one with the start of our lies and deceit.
Something long forgotten now stands before you
,
as clear as day
,
As clear as the scars revealed upon your face.
In between the lines, you don't choose to read,
There is something hidden you didn't see.
As you're standing trial for past mistakes,
The sincerity seen, in each look you take.
We know another part of your heart breaks.
At least that's what I think,
In this twisted mind of mine.
©2017 Written By Benji James
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
A lone paddler
within rumoured holy waters,
blessed by the touch
of a vacant apathetic god,
she gaped mutely like a halibut,
lips parted comically in a silent wail,
the clockwork functions
of her jaw,
forced teeth to reacquaint as sisters,
grinding together
in discomfort,
as lukewarm fluids rippled
around her thighs.
In this silent act of cleansing,
sin's hallmark should have faded
from her skin,
still her father believed
'her to be the devil's young'
due to scientific witchcraft,
her concoctions to lure demons
to their dinner table.
'I'm doing this for you, darling.'
her father reassured
with an earnest glint in his eyes,
madness paced hungrily,
encircling pupils in a territorial manner,
delusions of God himself watching
over his daughter,
with tears streaming down golden cheeks,
repeated within his fragile mind.
Unsure, the girl remained standing,
the embodiment of Mary
with her arms spread like angel wings,
did she dare disobey
her father's wishes,
and feel the leather belt against
her rear,
or reject her own troubled heart,
for her father's sake?
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC
~
The Great Switch Off
*louder in its silence,
than a flicked light switch
in the midst of a midnight-darkened house
more crackling than the slowest
of lasting gunshot resounding re-soundings,
of the ice pond white coverlet shredding itself apart,
by its own voluble volition
I hear the switch
switching off,
the giving-in, taking over,
the surrender negotiations
swift concluded with just those you know,
two words
let the anguish languish,
the discipline,
become someone else's disciple,
just let me be
well familiar this on-off moment,
well recalled from all prior nine lives,
exactly the where and the when was,
I gave up on trying,
but never needed the why
cause the why was inadmissible,
tampered evidence, dampened down,
tainted lies and justifies
tomorrow I'll restart, re-equip,
cause the catching up with lost sleep
a minimum week,
to require, to reacquaint,
with the on-demand, life props
for properly slacking off*
***the oldest loudest sound
you have and will ever make,
the crack of self-deception,
when your mind lies to yourself,
this latest, greatest switch off is only
temporary***
~
Feburary Nineteenth, Two Thousand and Sixteen
5:49 am
nyc
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Time keeps ticking in my head
As I think of all the beasts
hidden beneath my bed
The tight space in my skull
makes me feel claustrophobic.
Out of breath,
to rethink every thought is aerobic
Wasting minutes as I reacquaint
with every regret
Wishing I could breath and finally forget
But here I am, listening
to that clock in my head
that keeps ticking
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
I grew up here...
Then moved to Sin City that sophomore year
afterwards a whole new world
Navy at 19 returning to the pier...
fresh meat they use to say
graduate of the great lakes boot heels
that's history - here now a days new to me -
reacquaint with youth and city
~~~~~~~
Beach city by the cool sea
not so easy city
not too busy, too ****** or greasy city,
to take your shirt off
to feel the breezy - city (i am)
curiously lost
exciteably exploring you
engorged
hard city
different from my boyhood
memory
not so scary-big - city
with beaches
a great place to grow-up
kind of city
open bike rides on my schwinn
safely happy
suburb city
she's maturity now successfully
downtown
sophisticated city
evolved from understanding
rainbow
city of girls who can be
as manly and boys are as
pretty, gritty
city
of individuality
(like a quirky
cousin, ***** brotha, neice
with Cali.-valley speak! - city)
there's so much i want to see,
learn and believe in
this city,
i am a long lost twin city
just a baby,
friendly city, ******* your full *****
city
care for me daily
wish me luck a lotto city
even in my muck and ****** bitties
unconditionally cradling me with love
this city...
californicating sea world and zoos
old town wanderlust
You're in my blood and Carmen
cool city
this city by the beach
This city
that I love...
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
can't reacquaint myself with myself
without getting a little dizzy
short of breath just thinking about it
unapologetic, unashamedly
single steady heartbeat stirs the bath
shaking the surface and trembling
submerged and ******* up hot water
looks so suffocatingly appealing
in my head so much it's flooded
thought I'd sink under and float in you
but I'm trying to remind myself:
don't drown yourself in this one too
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Brew tragedy tea
and drink without
tasting it.
Keep checking the meaning of
'forever',
in case it's been redefined
in less absolute terms.
Shiver through the heatwave and watch
the colour bleed out of the summer.
Dig a hole that won't be deep enough.
Shower off the crazy sweat and grave dirt
and pretend like maybe
you'll do the dishes.
Rupture your inner workings
as you scream at the universe
for ******* up so badly.
Lapse into the cold, sterile embrace
of catatonia, grateful
to feel nothing for a while.
Cry so long and so hard you forget
why you're crying,
then remember and cry
longer and harder.
Try brokering a deal with fate's
Appeals Department: offer
your organs, your eyesight,
however many years off your life,
to get him back.
Search for meaning and find none.
Rage against the perversity of it all.
Howl that death shouldn't feel derivative.
Remind yourself that this
isn't just a sick joke.
Hate Elisabeth Kübler-Ross for being right
and yourself for being so generically human.
Realise how little
knowing helps.
Reacquaint yourself with anhedonia.
Try not to hate the blue sky
or the birds who have returned
to sing in his back garden.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Living a stellar life is easy,
grab some boredom and hang on,
gripping the life out of it.
Being an active parent of three kids,
all growed up, and mostly on their own,
well not quite, some day... a change.
What is there left to discover,
reacquaint myself with my lover,
pour my soul into my muse.
So turn myself inside out,
upside down, and *cut my
teeth* doing verse
don't rehearse,
one day I'll edit,
but that shadow of doubt,
but that shadow of fear,
creeps in to the corner of
the room, is it the edit or
the boogeyman, but
I'll continue to cut my teeth
as to chew through this
I need a whole set.
©DWE092013
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
Laboratory lights sizzle
In the presence of the
Midnight scientist.
Irate tinsels of electricity
Strike his apparatus,
And coerce the limp,
naked corpse outstretched
On his table
Back to life.
Contrary to the scientist’s
Great expectations,
The corpse wails at the
Discovery of his renaissance.
In a vehement tantrum,
He thrusts test tubes and beakers
Left and right,
Each shattering and leaving
Chromatic, flammable residues
On the sensitive floor.
“You FOOL. Do you not understand
That you have deprived me of HEAVEN
And its splendorous elation?
Do you not realize that you have wrestled me
From the benevolence of the angels
Only to reacquaint me with the
Wickedness of the earth?
No crime is greater than this cursed
Life you have bestowed upon me.”
“But Charles, I loved you like a brother!”
The laboratory lights sizzle
In the presence of
Smoke and inferno.
The walls recede into powder,
And blanket the deceased.
Both mangled corpses,
Reduced to smoldering bones,
Lie solidified with arms reaching
Toward Heaven
With jarring smiles on their faces.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
When the distance becomes too much to bare,
When the phone calls come few and far between,
When your back breaks, followed by your heart,
under the weight of singlehandedly carrying the relationship…
Let go.
When your effort goes unnoticed.
Let go.
When he looks at you but no longer sees you,
Let go.
When you are giving pieces of yourself and only half existing,
Let go.
Untie your heart strings from his shoe strings.
And then double knot his shoe strings together,
So that he can no longer walk over you,
So that he cannot chase after you.
Let go.
Find your smile.
Look for it in the last place you had it,
before him.
Reacquaint yourself with it.
Remove him from the creases around your mouth.
Let go.
When he touches you with hands no longer hot with passion,
Let go.
When he becomes too busy to even bother,
Let go.
When he repeatedly one word responds to your text messages,
Let go.
Olympic, stretch yourself.
Unclench your fists.
Prepare for the main the event.
On your mark,
Get set,
Let GO!
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
For far too long
I've been comfortably numb
Walking to the cadence
Of someone else's drum
Expectations are piling up
And running me ragged
The edges are harsh, always broken,
And jagged
Creating many different wounds
That have no time to heal
I built walls around them all
And forgot how to feel
I lost my identity
Trying to become who everyone needed
All the while, killing my inner self
That faintly begged and pleaded
How do I reacquaint myself
With a person I never knew
Being OK with who and what lies ahead
And opening the door to something new
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
He stood there at the lip of the canyon
and stood there unwavering like the stones which sat and watched.
He stood there on the edge
feeling the wind as it gently blew
because it had the feeling
because it knew.
The wind had seen this before
from all corners of the Earth
a man who played with life
and knocked on Death's Door.
She has seen this all before.
The man stood there, the sun long set
he waited for his old friend
to place one more bet.
The moon was high
showing all that crept and crawled
it revealed what the sun could not
but the man was not appalled.
He stood patiently
the wind still gentle and kind
she waited to see what fruits would appear
from the corners of this mind.
So a lone cloud gave cover of the moon
and casts a shadow on the land
covered in its shroud.
Darkness had come
so too did Death
silent and faint.
He nodded to this man
an old friend to reacquaint.
The man nodded to Death
paying his humble respects that were long overdue
but he had another bet
one he had to renew.
Death listened to the bargain
curiously he stayed
it was when the bet was made
did Death first blink, he had been swayed
An offer so enticing
could it possibly be true?
Death took a moment more
and knew.
The moonlight returned and stunned the man for but a moment then
where Death once was, was empty again.
Death had agreed to the poor man's bet
the day was set.
Death would not have him
not today
Not yet
But in trade Death would have the others he was promised,
this was the Warrior's Bet as he walked back with a newfound light.
This man, this warrior, picked up his sword and ran back into the fight.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
Spring… by Jessie 3/07
Awaken… slumber no more
Arise and allow the warmth of longer days to melt away encapsulated desires.
Like sap from a tree, surging to its highest points, rejuvenating and bringing life back to the dormant.
Blink, then blink again, reacquaint thy eyes with anew
Reach out; allow the sinew that binds around thy bones to become malleable
Smell the sweet allure of what’s to come
Young buds waiting to burst in an array of colors, painting last season’s neglect
The faint sound of the highest keys, musically tapping into an ensemble
of nourishing delight.
Shifting winds, cleansing the earth of its ice incrusted shell
Meadowlarks, blessing the transformation with their melodic calls
Bathe, in the new day of Spring
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
A simple poem writ,
to mark this special day.
Click the link below.
Upon it you can gaze.
It's not my finest work,
but, that's for you to judge.
On this I'll write no more.
Where thereby thought a drudge.
For now, the thoughts I have,
will be mine and mine alone.
No more with the world to share;
transcribed into a poem.
Instead, like the turning of a page,
it's happy thoughts I'll write.
The time has come
to reacquaint with life...….
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:45 AM UTC