"recharging" poems
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U text me dis
I text U dat
She dissed my dis
I sent last Sat.
U LOL’ed
on down the list
I sexted sixth—
my 7th missed.
U banned my width
I booked your face
U twittered on—
She saved my space.
U scrolled me down
He tweeted smiles
We USB’ed,
recharging miles . . .
U giga-bit
encrypted files;
I saved as mine
and cached denials.
In digital
we re-erased,
then Skyped our souls
and interfaced.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Red is the color of passion, but the passion of love
A firey burning sensation, heating and fueling lover's desire
Orange is the color of energy, blinding, and fast
Zipping through space and recharging the multiverse
Yellow is the color of friendship, sunshine and bright
Lifting frowns and bringing joy to all
Green is the color of life, growth, expansion
Of Gaia and the vibrant vivacity of Mother Earth
Blue is the color of sadness and melancholy and despair
Of the salty water of both tear and sea
Indigo is the color of calm and surging stillness, contemplation
And intellect, the color of knowledge
Violet is the color of passion also, the passion of music and art
Powerful and strong, mellowed and smooth
And octamarine is the color of magic, the eighth color of the rainbow, falling off the edge of the world into space
White and black, not contained within a rainbow, but both contain the rainbow themselves, they intertwine, yin and yang
White signifying good, pureness, gaiety, life
Black symbolising evil, taint, gloominess, death
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
This is me now, coming forth from the clouds. Recharging in silence, fully-powered I follow sounds. Taking on a new form - had to once I outgrew the space allowed. I've truly bloomed since my heart was locked in the dark and hostile underground.
Hades once hated me but never tried to vanquish me. He tried to force nightmares on his subjects that I would replace with sweet dreams. His ears would steam from not understanding. I found the key, and my heart was released. I broke free and floated away with Persephone, happily. Be wary of intentions behind the pomegranate seeds. Listen to your heart, that beat lead me to where I needed to be. True story.
Happy Eleven11
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 5:26 AM UTC
Look up Hipster!
We see who you are.
Unique!
(placing yourself neatly into a distinct group, now no one will mistake you for something your not.)
I wear flags around my belt!
And balloons!
People talk to me.
I am beautiful.
(makeup stained around my vains, clogging my pours, worrying about my un-curled hair)
And I am wearing a dress!
(portraying innocence)
But I dance like a ****
I am just the right amount of easy.
Yes!
*** for fun.
And a place to sleep,
for I am without a home.
Hello Alejandro!
I am happy to hear you miss me!
I miss you too.
And you..
Maybe tonight we will finally
make love!
(if the others don't find out that is)
I saw you acting a fool today.
Ha!
In a land of fools!
You are not crazy to me.
whatever the mass has decided.
**** them.
(They alter and sway as a release of energy cycles throughout creating a sealed force. You can feel it as you pass by. It is pulsing. Our bodies have created one.)
One.
It was Dubstep!
Hello water!
And air.
I Love you,
for you only have one way:
Perfect
and moving
like the cycle of life.
I am glad you are here
to remind us of you.
Yes!
You may be touching our skin,
but we are often blinded by your beauty.
Sorry.
(My perceptions alter and change floating between different variations of happy-)
then sad.
I worry,
then lay.
Allowing the sun to sink through me
recharging, recharging
all that I have.
I watch as the others do the same.
Floating consistently
up
then down.
We are Angles.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Some of my friends swear they are, but I'm not.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXL)
Rain. Just a whisper as how twilight thence
Steals thinly 'cross the ist more fragile scale
Of wet? I caught that note in sweet all hail
To say "it can't be--!" puddles' ghostly sense
Now winking lightly from the blacktop, whence
That subtler voice of traffic hissing, pale
In deeper shadows' lonely wake, t'avail
Was't true, and phone recharging, what from hence?
I'm sleepy. Blackened silhouettes hulk fer
Good measure in the darkness, like a crew
Upon some ghastly mission as it were,
But I'm too tired for aught now, lying down to
Effect right in this stuffed chair. Call it poor,
And one espresso long gone, kiss me too?
02Apr17c
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Wherever you
may be -
be it in strife
or
in gladness
know I am
flinging out
my heart
to the stars
hoping
that, like a
boomerang,
you will
catch it
bless it
infuse it
with all
you can
even if in
pieces
peeking through
the cracks
of your being
and hurl it
over the blanket
of celestial
reasoning
tossing it
like a wish
into the heavens
until it reaches
my hands
safe, sound
and ever expansive
Know
that while I
send my prayer
to receive
that the real
reason is to
have suffused
within you
a breath
of freshness
recharging
the parts of you
that have become
too heavy
to bear
imbuing you
with the sacred
forces of
winter strength
spring light
the balance of
autumnal winds
and the ripe
heady fruit
of summer
Now
as my hands
catch that pulsing
mass of life
and put safely
back into
my chest
I bless the winds
the you
within me
and
fly
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I don't know which it is but it's happening, now and infinitesimally forever my eyes are open and not shutting down for the day, not recharging, not doing anything but waiting for something to see and perceive and solve, a problem to appear before them and present itself begging to be taken in and toyed with like a Rubik's cube. I don't want to sleep because sleep is giving up on the day, it's saying the day is over and it's giving up the chance to accomplish the innumerable tasks yet to be accomplished before I sleep that I haven't done and won't do if I sleep now, if I lie down in that bed and pull covers over my head and let myself drift away. I don't want to drift away, can't let it happen, can't let go of control over really the only thing I have left to control which is when and if I go to sleep so I don't, I force myself not to, I expunge the records of thought from my head into a text box and hope that the soft rattling that had droned there softens because now after all of this my eyelids get heavy and I may have to let sleep win, give up the day, defeated, fight again tomorrow because I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting, fighting against the minute tedium tripping along, fighting against transcendental ecclesiastical endlessness, tired of fighting when all I do is get bloodied and bruised, tired of fighting when I can't win because I'm tired. Rest now. Fight again tomorrow.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
My **** is numb
My brain is numb
My heart is numb
From all that ******* drinking, smoking, and partying.
It felt so marvelous
So marvelous
But now I am so numb
So numb
Numb
Numb
But she still wants to ****
She's right here and she says she wants to ****
But I am drained, so drained
I can only manage to lean in and kiss her
She pushes me off and says, "No, don't kiss me. It's way too personal. Just **** me."
I tell her, "Let’s sleep a while, batteries need recharging."
And she says to me, "I don't think the batteries are the problem, baby boy. I think I might need to get myself a new flashlight."
Jesus Christ. I am a ****** married to a pornstar.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
simple tasks
done by millions of workers
will be replaced by robots.
they say workers are worried ... worried they say
how will we live - let alone support ourselves and our family's?
wouldn't it be better to have robots live in misery than us?
better to have them toil?
better to have a machine plead guilty to ****** hauled off to jail, seen for what it is, in our stead?
let them accomplish this, or invent that,
let them cry over a missing child or wife or lover,
they should suffer, die and be buried
and rise again
Lo,
let thy robots judge the living and the dead!
like a nuke on a mike
the porch we sit on
out of a giant soft shell
plastic brains break open
I'm scared as ****
batteries are recharging
a bullseye of prophecy
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Thy quill hath become somewhat weary
Writing poems daily without any respite
On the bullet casing one shall now bite
A break away to restore thy energy
Vigor hath drained to a very low point
Penning poetic lines so exhausting
Time out is required for recharging
Thy quill's black ink doth not want to anoint
Within the next day or so I'll return
Feeling more refreshed and full of vim
Thy cannot keep pouring words on a page
Of late the candle hath done a high burn
Thy powers to write are becoming dim
To have a session of rest is most sage
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Overflowing the chemical reaction to it's combination.
The sweetest recipe;
Sugar, filled with recharging honey of love
surreal to my mouth,
tastes so good.
Marshmallow, dipped with chocolates, and the everlasting hope will.
Vanilla ice cream, dipped with feelings, extending the soft bubble pop to the intestine.
Feeling alive again, contentment keep it.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
She's had nose bleeds,
Stumach aches,
Dizzy spells and shortness of
Breath these last weeks or so,
And worry is a vampire attached
To my neck like the
Opposite of an IV; draining
Me, leaving me
With more than one of the
Same ailments.
At 38, I'm on six different kinds
Of daily medication. **** this
Stitched-up heart, with
Its moving
Parts of metal.
At 24, she doubles that.
Every piece of good news has a
...but... nailed to it like
Vinnie the Poo's friend Donkey's
Tail,
And I wish I was the healthy man
She deserves. One strong enough
To carry her bucket loads of
Tears, her chestfuls of well-
Earned bitterness. But I
Tapped out and went home
For the weekend. Recharging in
Countryside silence and solitude.
This is my docking station.
Superman and the sun.
*“In the unlikely event of a sudden
loss of cabin pressure, oxygen
masks will drop down from the
panel above your head. Secure
your own mask before helping
others.”*
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:29 PM UTC
Long reflected streams
Of light,
Wheeled light beams,
Create the gusts
Of wind,
The nose thrusts,
Above four legs striding
On a walk,
Thoughts drifting, riding,
On hopeful crests of waves
Of an ocean,
That experience brings, saves,
The scars that mar the heart
On the surface,
Marks the day's began, a start,
Hours sit and stand at a desk
Of employ,
Creativity not addressed,
By name, there is trial
In the error,
In this day success is viral,
The day end comes fast with a stat
Of failure,
Walking home is time alone, and that
Leads to free writing, to break the hold
Of the cold,
Bureaucratic wasteland, truth be told,
Yet the night the evening brings time
Of peace,
And quiet and of release, so sublime,
Emotions roil, sounds toil, and struggle
Of reality,
Cold sided pillow, head rest and snuggle,
Oh dreams become certain reality
Of a Hope,
Yet life is short, feasting on frailty,
Human identity, a man, negativity
On a winged
Sleepy prayer, not shared, in proclivity,
Soft clouds of sleep fall firm, leave a pall
On dream-sleep,
Recharging for another day is all,
That is found waiting viewing the whole
Of foolishness,
Each day too full takes its toll,
Like a bridge with infrastructure tolls
Of empty,
Pockets, of resistance, and angry trolls
That crush dreams of day and night
Of promise,
Found rising stumbling by mornings light.
A new day has begun to get it right
Of sand,
And the hourglass, which empties fast, a sleight,
Of hands
That write,
Make magic to start a stopped heart which was waiting for, to die.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
Premature, they died at birth. Twin brothers and I too am their brother.
They were born 5 years before me. Jared Scott and Trevor Alexander. I was born with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, and they were so small they could fit in the palm of your hand.
They were kept in glass boxes: incubators humanizing glass bodies shattering aliens in fabricated wombs. Clear tubes ran from each nostril to machines with numerical equations that simulate abnormal infant’s breathing pattern. Their hearts were UFO’s, unidentifiable, black hole brain matter with lungs like space vacuums.
“They came too soon.” I was told
Possibly cremated, I can’t remember what my parents said.
When I was younger, I thought babies couldn’t die.
*****
Upon my birth, my parents gave me the twin’s middle names: as if some fusion of sunlight and stardust could manifest into a third being, still stuck on earth with the cord around his neck.
Cortex in cortex. Conjoined astronauts sharing intersections of skin, fluids, and bone. We are of flesh and blood, yet I did not know them. They are more than childern, but intersteller beings, cellestials and heavenly bodies.
Twin constellations, Gemini, comparable to Castor and Pollux themselves. Their fates were left up to the stars, but they were not spaceships, they were meteorites burning out in unearthly fires. Without a fighting chance, their flames were stifled.
“Mayday.mayday……….. Mothership.is………………………crashing…..… ……………Mother……board.short-circuiting……………..……… Firing 3rd……….. ……thruster…… Firing………….. 5th.thruster……… 10 minutes ..till…...…….…... ………………………………………..impact……………………………………….……
recharging ……….......flux.capacitors……………………..Oxygen..Nitrogen…..…..
……………..Burning……………..… up in atmosphere……………..….5.mintues.till ..impact…………………Suffocation…........Fuel.exhaustion…………1 minute…….
………….45…...seconds………….Depletion..............30.seconds………….............................................................................................................................................
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Planetary. Collision……… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………15.seconds…………………………………………………………... ………………………… Planetary. Collision……………………………………………
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….………………...………The sun is so bright …………….…………………………………………………………..…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………”
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
death is an untruth
where one life ends
another begins
an organism dies
another feeds
consequently,
reproduction
clocks and dates
false
time is eternal
waves form
and break back into shimmering waters
as if recharging themselves
Where do You end?
Where do I begin?
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Darkness consumes our lifeless days,
Stare at the world with our lifeless gaze,
With hopes that we can break outside this cage,
Filling the skies with our miserable cries of life's disdain,
Where's the glimmer of hope that our hearts need?
Where's the glow of the sun that make hearts beat?
Where's the light in the abyss, so recharging?
Every promise of hope is shattered with sharp teeth,
So come, come saviour,
Watch the dead dance,
Lift us from this place,
Give us our life back,
Put us on the stage,
And let us sway to the rhythm,
Watch the dead dance,
Watch the dead dance-
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Patterns of life
Footprints in the sand
Anticipation of dreams
The reality of living
Breathing in love
Recharging of
Our plans
Fulfillment
Is swirling in
The air
Today
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
Sun rays touch my soul
reflecting the warm glow
Time stretches on the cliff edge
Reality dramatically expands
Hovering indefinitely
to the abyss draw inevitably
I want to repair the smile
To feel the euphoria again
It has been a while
From this I shouldn’t refrain
no action left in the brain
Completely in free fall
Not frighten to do it all
The wind going over me
Recharging my energy
Finally feeling the glee
Freed from the lethargy
I feel freedom roar
I hear myself scream
Nothing will stay as before
Levitating like in a dream
Abruptly everything stops
I feel peace and tranquillity
I can sense the silence of the clocks
listen to the trumpets of liberty
I can see myself
broken laying in the ground
like a book cast from the shelf
to this body no more bound
all this ink pouring from my veins
forever free from my chains
no more pages to fill
finally, my heart stood still
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
Alone
Alone and happy
Recharging
Unlike you:
The girl who smiles-
Sweet giggles
With your carefree eye crinkles
You who laughs with your sun
Gravitationally pulling others into your orbit
Magnetizing them with your charm
No, we are nothing alike
I am stuck in my mind while you stuck in the sunshine
Stuck in company
Centre of attention
She speaks her mind precisely and accurately
Gets what she wants
And always knows just what to say
No, you and I are nothing alike and although I may try
To find, the girl like you inside of me
I wonder really if there can ever be
A display of a truly accurate expression of me
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
She is a Generator.
But, she's about to cut-out,
Very soon!
She is underpowered
And overloaded!
She needs assistance--energy
From the Sun and the Moon.
But, the Sun's rays
Cannot charge her battery -
It is no longer recharging her,
At all!
Nor, can the Moon,
Any longer,
Be of any assistance,
Or help....
It's time to disconnect--
Discharge from all!
~ Too many plugs are in the wall!
By Lady R.F. (C) 2018
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
screaming into void
trying to gain something
nothing happens;
the void stays
still searching for something
still feeling the emptiness
facing each day
recharging on my own
spreading positivity around
receiving emptiness
the void stays
painful to watch pain
painful to feel
painful to let go
I still move into the void
in hope of finding something
trying to be cold
trying to control emotions
trying to stay strong
I still wander in this void
searching for something
something feels like a distant home
walking endlessly towards it.
I have started to breathe freely
now, the something is me
I am still searching for myself
starting to decipher the void within me
NOW feels freeing 💜
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC
Last week...
Last week, I lost my alarm clock
with it's murp and bop and purr
I had this clock for twelve long years
through feast and famine....
joy and sorrow....
crazy days and long dark nights....
For the most part it was a reliable clock
waking me morning after morning
with love and honest hunger...ready
for the day to commence
Although it often stutter started,
through the daylights savings changes
and sometimes felt the same way I did
about cold frosty mornings
but it was a good clock...
a good, good clock,
inbuilt with joy and warmth
and a persistence. ..
that made me face the dark days
and love the days of sunlight and nonsense
All the recharging it ever needed
was love and sunshine
the occasional scratch under the chin
and a full food bowl, whenever requested
Last week, I lost my alarm clock,
with it's murp and bop and purr
This week...for the first time... in a long time
I can sleep in.....
and I don't much care for that... at all....
...at all.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
[May 8, 2017]
Iridescent particles radiate plasma, recharging static contamination
Fueling infinite constellations, projecting boundless manifestations
Nebulae mold variant patterns, clogging limitless limitations
Eloquent metallic vessels navigate, defying chaotic creation
Cosmic beings intervene passive voyage, gravitational forces surge
Electron emissions incapacitate circuits, hostile capsules converge
Pressurized lasers illuminate, accelerated photons transverse void
Noctilucent energies deflagrate, vacuum consuming alloy destroyed
Abyssal proximity swallows vast mass, bottomless absorbing singularity
Ravenous aeon mercilessly devours, malicious translucent calamity
Fathomless malevolence seethes, corrupting magnificent innocence
Tainted cosmos amplifies density, embodying absolute omnipotence
Galaxies progressively deteriorate, distorting ancient orbital trajectory
Dimensional vibrations reverberate, imploding parallel centuries
Planetary extinction disseminated, bequeathing oblivion eternal
Macrocosm matrix terminated, transmitting external extraterrestrial…
Operating System deleted.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
Technology's changing so very fast
That trying to keep up is a pain.
I'd hardly call myself a Luddite,
But sometimes I feel left out in the rain.
They come out with Windows 10
When you've barely learned Windows 8.
Every time I open a program
It seems as though there's a new update.
Then you're back to square one again.
Good luck learning the fancy new features.
If you get stuck, don't hesitate
To find some kids to serve as your teachers.
It’s amazing how kids at such a young age
Are already showing familiarity
With swiping, sliding, and tapping their fingers
On touch screens AND with great dexterity.
You can't just have a phone these days;
It has to be a smart phone, you see.
How we ever survived in the past
With our not-so-smart phones is way beyond me.
With smart phones you can lock your doors,
Turn on the air or adjust the heat.
Having a phone just to make calls
In this day and age would be obsolete.
Try to find a simple clock radio
Or a simple phone without any frills.
Young people don't know what it's like
To need postage stamps to pay their bills.
Practically everything needs recharging--
Laptops, tablets, cameras, phones.
Our cars now operate by computers;
Without technology we wouldn't have drones.
Recharging batteries all the time
Is NOT as handy as it looks.
That's why I usually prefer
My good old-fashioned paper books.
- by Bob B
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC