Best Refills Poems
This may come unspoken
dismay is mostly taboo
This count feels endless
discount refills the queue
This trust I lost in God
distrust found in the pew
This stain runs too deep
disdain sets in like glue
This dress shows all flaws
distress perfectly fits you
This gust left a whisper
disgust in what it blew
This pair of nuts lost out
despair one couldn’t screw
This missed the G spot
dismissed as nothing new
This solves all our questions
dissolves the answers too
This illusion belies the hurt
disillusion because it’s true
By
David Kavanagh
We have our differences in the shadows,
yet, act so different in the light.
Crimson shadows dance
within our dull routines.
With the moon beneath my wings,
I drink softly from the bottle.
I rehearsed this kiss a thousand times,
as archaic bridges emerge from the fog.
Come softly, butterfly...
Land upon my crooked finger.
The ebb and flow of I don't know
refills my unsure mind.
The aurora illusion,
novels of my life slowly written with light
as green and blue balloons float
away to the moon.
Remember
that fresh smell
of coffee
mixing with
the salt of
the sea?
A table for two
on the beach,
a starlit sky,
the distant whale cry.
Holding hands, a sip and a sigh.
Burning bonds and bridges,
is just another thought to dole.
I should have told you that I loved you,
instead, I've these tattooed regrets on my soul.
Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
Be it smooth, sour or plain, life comes with free refills; drink hearty is my refrain!
Written June 10, 2017 For the Glass is Always Full Contest of Alexis Y.
Are you ready ~ do you need some energy refills
Today I am sending you happy thoughts
Paint this Monday with a wide brush ~ the color is yellow
The sun's color ~ sunflowers ~ a yellow rose ~ the color of a smile
Reflecting on life ~ be focused on the jewels we already have
Not in the past or in the future ~ today
23.01.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while plundered Mother Earth rakes
in her once fertile womb...
yet indifferent hearts care not,
incensed by greed and unrecyled junk.
O children listen; build a new earth,
Let your palms turn soil into a fertile bed;
And allow the forest to stand tall, uncut
By gifting them with a cleaner environ;
That each gracious deed will find blessings
Copious from heavenly skies.
Until each hour breathes through
A fragrance of one taintless expanse, blue.
This wide universe is our home,
Our manna of fields for every mouth,
And pure rain cooling quiet nightfall
With daylight's pattern soothing din;
To hail nature, may it never come to an end
As Spirit's Love refills our dreams!
Thomas Martin's STUFF
6/19/2015
As a perfect scar, is the morning star,
illumed as Hemera asleep and dreamy
upon the breasts of Nyx, cold and homey,
staring, so stoic in gaze, perfect scar.
Of settings and fanta-scenes of my soul
she reminds. Of wild eyes cremating forms
and preserving mummies amid ash storms
she reminds. Of words bleeding from my bowl...
Of a plum, all of her engrained for ay
she reminds. Of hopeless fetish within
sowing on my seed bed any season
She reminds... of Oyin coming so nigh.
As blush fades away, green leaves come alive;
the bluish glow with doves, refills my rive.
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The threefold flame of Christ keeps burning bright
Deep in our hearts sown as seed of our life
Its plumes flare as soothing fountain of light
Guards mind and soul when devil’s snare runs rife.
Threefold flame of Christ is a faithful friend
With trio-arms hugging our discernments~
God’s power, God’s wisdom and God’s love blend
For our Christian growth and empowerment.
God’s power sparks our strength and endurance
God’s wisdom directs our gifts of free-will
God’s love glows our compassion’s abundance
In our emptiness, His Trinity refills.
If we hold the grip of Christ’s threefold flame
We’ll not walk spiritually blind or lame.
July 20,2022 10.35pm
It’s been three weeks
since I was in the grocery store,
and an emptiness weighs,
as if I’d lost a friend.
The government issued orders
for people like me,
calling it “social distancing.”
“Stay home,” they say.
Going to a place containing what I need--
things like crumbled feta cheese,
or low sodium pasta sauce,
is like being with a trusted companion.
Greeting cashiers by name
makes each spree a social event,
as well as a lifesaving one
that refills the pantry.
My last visit began with an App,
where I selected what I wanted,
and ended when a stranger
put bags into the back of my car.
My larder might be full,
but my heart feels empty--
deprived of its weekly ritual
of hunting and gathering with friends.
What's it like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
It's like being offered refills
Before your halfway through the glass
The freedom felt by a superhero
When he puts on the mask
That's what it's like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
What's it like loving you
Allow me to explain
It's like the first sight of your blushing bride
On your wedding day
It's like all the love you've stored up
The moment you give it away
That's what it's like loving you
Is the best way to explain
What's it like loving you
Thought you might want to know
It's like standing in the bright sunshine
And basking in it's glow
It's like hearing your favorite song
Played twice in a row on the radio
That's what it's like loving you
Thought you might want to know
They've taken my knives,
they've taken my pills,
so I look at you
and my pain refills;
they can take the razors
they can take the beer
but as long as you live
I'll have monster and pain adhere.
Let them take what they want
but they can't keep me alive
because, while you hold her
all the damage I do to myself, thrives.
They can take away the glass,
the mirrors from the walls,
but while you are in my memory
I will walk haunted halls.
Let them take what they will,
for no one here can see,
as long as he lives
I'll have something to hurt me.
But Today Is Not That Day
Kevin Davis 2025
The day may soon come when I cannot walk unaided,
when I need help tying my shoes.
The day may soon come when I can’t pull on my socks,
or even slip my pants on by myself.
The day may soon come when I can’t shop on my own,
or sit in a restaurant and order for myself.
The day may soon come when I need help preparing food,
washing dishes or folding clothes.
The day may soon come when I forget my wife’s birthday,
our anniversary, or even Christmas morning.
But today is not that day.
I can wander through my house, and I’ve got slip-on shoes that wait for me.
But today is not that day.
I can skip the socks if I choose and still pull on my pants one leg at a time.
But today is not that day.
I can shop with an electric cart— my own, tucked neatly in the trunk of my car.
But today is not that day.
I can make a sandwich, load the dishwasher and do most things that need doing.
But today is not that day.
I still remember the dates that matter— appointments, birthdays, refills, and love.
So, until that day comes,
I will live this life wide open. I will greet each morning with a smile.
So, until that day comes,
I will be me—myself, my soul— and live the best I know how.
So, until that day comes,
I’ll love nature, life, and my wife, and let tomorrow take care of itself.
What mystery his essence brings
firm the limbs roaming through the hills,
amid the bushy, shadowed trees
his call… the fragrant air, refills.
And sacred eyes guide night’s passage
that clear the forest, to imbue
a rugged grace that comes alive
in moonglow’s tint and furry hues.
Listening to the Gray Wolf's song,
when he yelps out to harmonize
kinship with man, an ancient rite,
while guarding the clan…his blest prize.
Though named by time as spirit- peace,
oh hunters’ greed drains a friend’s blood
as winds lament the saddest howl;
immortal he rests on fields, lulled.
*Protect America's Wolf...https://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com
Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Canis Lupus The Wolf
4/7/15
though you may not be a trucker
never have driven a semi with your CDL
never
ever
even thought of coasting up above the open road
putting thousands of miles beneath your cap
to the tune of
“east bound and down”---
you may have, in your short time on this planet,
walked into a diner &
ordered yourself up a deep cup of
trucker’s coffee.
strong & without ulterior motive,
the trucker’s coffee will stare you right in the eye
and tell you
“look man, you can either add milk & sugar to me,
or you can take me straight, but either way---
we gonna be waking your ass up!”
trucker’s coffee is not made by truckers,
its not brewed only in trucks,
and it certainly doesn’t come from some island that
only truckers can get to---
but it is an honest
drink---
you know it when you see it &
you see it when you smell it.
it doesn’t offer up the slightly bitter mystique of your
french roasted arabica or the pleasant aromas of
any of those classic
coffeehouse
concoctions,
it doesn’t even qualify as quality colombian,
but it may very well kick you like
kona.
mind you,
this coffee is not for the weak stomached---
it is not the light brown water that you get offered politely by your
neighbor,
when you come over to discuss the fact that their kids are
too damn loud
when they are playing in their backyard at the crack of dawn on
any given
work day.
it is brewed with the crappy water that only
diners can muster,
where no matter what tap it is poured from,
it still tastes thicker & harder than any water you
have ever sipped from another---
there may or may not be grounds still floating in it,
and it’s overall warmth may range anywhere from
scalding hot to luke warm,
but the fact remains,
at one, seldom changing price,
regularly falling below $2.00 &
free refills,
you can’t go wrong &
you will be awake
very soon.