Best Refresher Poems
Life is so short and grand,
to time, we are one grain of sand.
In our lives we carry around so much pressure,
this is our one shot, so read this as a refresher.
Your name will not ring out in history or space,
one day everything will end, even the human race.
So why sit down and let another make you cry?
Tell them to kiss you right above your thigh.
When a person walks past you and smiles,
mirror it and the chain reaction continues for miles.
If you see someone uncomfortable and out of place,
go talk to them, because you will forever be in their grace.
This life isn't too hard to figure out,
being nice is what its all about.
There is so much out there to hurt and make you grieve,
I'm letting you know its alright to enjoy life, sit back and just breathe.
10, 20, 30, or 40 years from now on your death bed,
what are the things that will be going through your head?
If you don't like what you see, not one bit,
guess what, its not too late, so go ahead and change it.
I can't tell you what to do, or how to act,
but everyone can do it, that is a fact.
Tomorrow when you wake up, do what you see fit,
remember this and in life, a home run you will hit.
Categories:
refresher, hope
Form:
Rhyme
Chillin' with my Diet Coke
out here in the sun.
Iced caffeine with a fizzle
is my number one
refresher. . . .
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
For Nathan's Coffee House Contest
Categories:
refresher, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
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ListZapper
Http:www.listzapper.com/free
There is so many inventions being worked on it is not surprising to the mee the
eye to see a listzapper being developed at least in some Chinese factory. Add it
on the computer next to the inversion control next to the hypertext transferor near
the over stimulated granule hardware where the windows refresher is at. The
internet picture convertor was the newest completed inventory. Now there is a
need for the minds at MIT to make the eye a way to zap a list without doing the
separated items just one more at a time. The items are usually removed by right
click one at a time. The listzapper would be the answer to this modulated
problem just hit the link once to the linkzapper then hit the first item in the list
instead of just that one item open the linkzapper gets them all each and every
one of them all in a row even iff there is 1001 of them all told. The information
scrambles into the hardware forms a list again at the other end and becomes a
new worded document again. Then hit the zapperlist@ the newest test of time
the list is saved into the single files. The need to spend more hours at the board
is gone the keys we need are now limited to only two or even one. Just make a
giant button in the middle of my keyboard so eye can hit the linkzapper and then
upload the zapperlist my work would thus be finished the need for typing gone
the hours that we spend inside the lieberry can be used for having fun…visit
www.zapperlist.com
Categories:
refresher, computer-internet, imagination, science fiction,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Packrat Hell
Life choices
What to do?
Shoot ‘em
Desert Heat
Life choices
What to do?
Install A/C
Monsoon Storms
Life choices
What to do?
Dance naked
Rattlesnake Skins
Life choices
What to do?
Load gun
Roadrunners Knocking
Life choices
What to do?
Say hi
Lightning Strikes
Life choices
What to do?
Stay inside
Flooded Washes
Life choices
What to do?
Get boat
Cactus Fight
Life choices
What to do?
Call 911
Booming Thunder
Life choices
What to do?
Duck - laugh
Summer Tans
Life choices
What to do?
Cover privates
Poolside Refresher
Life choices
What to do?
Drink Micheladas
Categories:
refresher, environment, funny, life,
Form:
Chastushka
Boxes of photographs in the closet
As life goes on, it piles up in our mindset
Hoping to catch every bit of the good times
You’ve been there, and again you live within its confines
Aging as it appears, but fresh memories linger on
Every picture tells a story; the evocative sensation will come upon
Rain and shine, the time elapsed unwittingly
Funny stories would spring up, and we laughed uncontrollably
For tintypes of pictures, a tracing of who they were
Some had writings on the back with dates and dedication preferred
A timely choice to look at your first birthday attire
With friends and relatives gathered around in a choir
Old photos from graduation and prom
Be amazed by how friends’ images have transformed
Capture a moment and freeze it in time forever
Only memories will remind as a quick refresher
Pose a picture with loved ones for time will steal them tomorrow
Old familiar places and happenings that you would still know
Each frame becomes precious possession of one’s life
Turn the album’s page and read each moment’s writing with light
July 18, 2015
Categories:
refresher, image, light, memory, missing,
Form:
Rhyme
we awoke to five machine guns
staring at us
all were American made
therein a comfort
another American in a foreign land
the caveat, Federales were holding them
we were naked
Sally from the Alley and i
wanted to ask us a few questions
i made my way to my pants
promising God, if you would
get me out of this one
i will never touch another drop
the caveat, never promise in haste
as she arose
five machine guns followed her
half-naked across the room
the caveat, opportunity invites celerity
quickly i slipped my grip on the rum
two swallows down
Paul's epistle to Timothy
a little wine for thy stomach's sake
and your frequent ailments
such as my hangovers
on the other bed lay
Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson
playing deaf and dumb
along with a quarter pound of smoke
i will give you five to one
they take the smoke
and leave the poets alone
the caveat, they did
well gentlemen say i
none spoke English
i will give you five to one
i will get out of this
God pities drunks and idiots
already two get-out-of-jail-free cards
i did after hours of questioning
a refresher course on Mexican law
and the realization come morning
the reason for all of this
i would be burying another friend
because of alcohol
just when you have life figured
it slaps the smile away
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
Categories:
refresher, addiction, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill.
I left the comfort of my bed
on an early Saturday Fall morning
to enter the unknown - a nearby forest
so that I could hunt with my father.
The canopy of trees further reduced the light from the overcast sky.
It was chilly, with a scent of damp moss present in the air
the ground wet from the morning mist.
I remember mostly silence
except for my breathing
and the sounds of my footsteps
and those of my father - crushing twigs, branches, dead leaves, plant life, and living insects
clearing the road
for my rite of passage
my childhood disappearing
with every footstep.
The bird
spotted by my father
a distance away
on a branch
of a colorful, majestic tree.
He handed me his gun
and gave me a quick refresher on how to hold, how to shoot, and what to expect.
The gun heavy
my arms starting to ache
my hands cold
and trembling.
And then I was told that I was ready
And so I aimed
pulled the trigger
and fired.
The bird remained motionless
and very much alive.
I fired once more.
Again
the bird, still there
unaffected
and at that moment I asked myself, if I would have to shoot again.
My father reloaded the rifle
and as I reluctantly took it from his hands, he looked into my eyes
and I wondered if he knew.
I fired again.
Again - I missed.
Then a fourth, and final time.
I returned the riffle to my father.
Nothing was said.
Nothing else was done.
I asked myself if one day I would be a hunter.
Before leaving the area
so that my father’s hunt could once again continue
I looked - for the last time - at the branch of the tree that once supported the bird.
It was gone - and I smiled.
Categories:
refresher, bird, father son,
Form:
Free verse
The spring bubbling
Up cool water refresher
Of soul and spirit
Categories:
refresher, faith, imagination, inspirational, nature
Form:
Haiku
*Image of Blowing Bubbles by Pixabay.
Blowing Bubbles
(Collective, Coordinate, and Create)
Complacency lies within my stronghold,
a campaign against relentless pressure,
of vague outlooks for a better threshold,
ere I chanced some fields as a refresher.
An unbarred gateway proposes choices,
on precipice edge, stood I unafraid,
beforehand plucked via inner voices,
immersed midst crowds and not a renegade.
Flexible me changed my apprehensions,
once a loose rock in a dry riverbed,
my comfort zone without trepidations,
till spate rolled and mold and I got ahead.
Match I, my concerns, then welcome anew,
for change on its own force dreams to be true.
2020 November 28
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 26)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 March 26
Categories:
refresher, anxiety, change, dream,
Form:
Sonnet
Cabbages are wonderful to taste and see
Multi-colored look, various recipe
Green, maroon, yellow, purple and white,
Love to get you always
At breakfast, lunch and dinner
You’re the wrapper
Refresher!
Categories:
refresher, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Part of me says yes, yes, yes to a hot air balloon ride.
The other part shrieks NO! Because we know what could happen.
It happened once in Iowa, and the photos were on the front page of newspapers.
The balloon had burned up and the people had fried. I was about eight.
I can’t, I lie, simultaneously desperately wanting to take a ride in one.
They coax, they cajole, they tease me for years, begging and grinning.
Eventually the right persuader came along, and somehow got me on one.
We were like birds, floating effortlessly in the air. The wind gentler up here.
I felt like I was in heaven, watching the quilt of the land get smaller.
The silence was the most amazing refresher I had ever felt.
A loud sigh came out of me; my stress disappeared, my backache was gone.
I never wanted to return to the land of the walkers; I was an eagle now.
Categories:
refresher, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative
She is the voice that once voiced my heart
Which makes thoughts run through my brain
She is the ray that lights the candle of my art
By which God's wisdom enlightened its campaign
Then I started hustling non-stop to make A's
While simple logics loose itself in classes she sways
Her words don't express our weaknesses
That way, everyone experiences true happiness
Of a truth, you're born to design our joyfulness
Here I am sending thanks to God's wisdom in you
In your uniqueness, together we travel the blue
Of academic pursuits lay before us as at when due
You've nicely depict the duty of a true teacher
The triangle of economics linking many a feature
Connected to one another like sermon of a preacher
In the world of your own with less rules
You lifted my ability from being an object of ridicules
To such level to using most of all economics tools
You voiced eagerness into my ear drum
Time for your class, I can't explain how blossom
My mind lingers cum readiness to succumb
Without hindrance to any atmospheric pressure
Except to the call of thy teaching: a refresher
Working superbly like an outstanding thresher
You deserve my time
So with you I celebrate this day
May your happiness be sublime
And never lead you astray
I offered you GRACE; be brave
In grace that all foes be enslave
Not to manipulate your destiny
Or disturb peace of your colony
Claim every good things you envy
Either as small as a pretty anchovy
Or as big as the largest world mansion
Regardless doubts; a graceful expansion
I can tell from the little have seen
The interesting rate of your impact
On how students' studies won't be burden
Thy logics made simple and intact
Happy birthday, dear friend of soft mind
Touching souls considered daughters
With firmness displaying her heart so kind
Washing away her considered sons' fears like waters
Dear Olutoyin Olowokere
Live long
Stay strong
Pray well
Off hell
Keep the best ways
For your own days
Please, celebrate life now
Before to death bow
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
Categories:
refresher, 1st grade, appreciation, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
Imagine.....
Scrunched lazily in a bed of your chosen leaves each and every night
To pacify your senses in the richness of earthy-scented legacies
Our ecstasy would prompt our dreams to drift away the moonlight
In nature's cupboard saturating us to delight
In this splendiferous ornamental landscape potpourri
Favorites......
There is of course dark green BAY, the pungent sweet shiny leaf
Loved in soups, stews and sauces and decorative wreaths
CILANTRO serves us tasty signals of subtle, herbal, lemony bright
When cooking in our kitchens playground with recipes just right
MINT is the refresher both clean and sharp - so snappy
Essential to the gum we chew, it makes our toothpaste happy
EUCALYPTUS is strong and bittersweet so conspicuously alive
Its medicine embraces our care in illness and with health to survive
PEPPERTREE stuns our tongues devilishly it tastes so hot and tangy
Rudely smacking our senses sharply burning us to the third degree
VERBENA lulls you to a deeper earthly perfume, lusty and titillating
A citrus romance for salacious hearts and sultry languishing
THYME and SAGE mixes well with much especially ROSEMARY and PARSLEY
It is the herbal gift to our Thanksgiving table as we are wise to use it sparsely
PINE has needles long and thin, its woodland floor fusion creates the pathway
For a long journeys venture of our illusions of forest and stream far away
A bed of leaves to lay ourselves each and every night
A gift of dreams these scented legacies, its ecstasy to our senses delight
November 13, 2019
Scented Leaves Poetry Contest
Sponsor Kim Rodriguez
Categories:
refresher, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Our hearts need a refresher course in mercy and love,
when we allow Fascism to raise its ugly head;
while we stay silent!
Life is harsh, and pain is a part of it.
But, so too, is love!
Often, feelings of compassion surface
only to be ignored;
as we retreat to the darker corners of our minds.
Our voice is as powerful now as at any other time,
and yet, we feel it'll make no difference;
so we choose to stay mute.
Our fears and frustrations
hide in shifting shadows,
as though ashamed to be seen.
Although we are all slaves to our reality,
if we allow humanity full reign
we open ourselves up to a whole world
of new sensations that can alter those realities.
We need to sever the political head of Medusa
so our hearts no longer turn to stone;
under the intolerant gaze of bigots.
And affirm that our moral foundation
is an extension of our faith;
and we will no longer remain silent.
At our time of death, it's our souls that will be judged;
not our political affiliations.
Categories:
refresher, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Chinese Things
When the T v aerial gets a little wind blown the parents of the children like to
send them to the roof and they tell them to hold the aerial down and stand on one
foot and the signal comes in strong. The computor specialist was on call and the
customer was a complainer and he acted so bald face up the specialist decided
to get even and he hotwired a control to the side of the idiot’s box complete with
an active button to restart an inactive program to activate the non existence into
action. The customer came into the office and he was balking. Listen gentle
reader to the imagined conversation. “Eye wish you to fix the computor please”,
said the Chinese man, he carried a lot of money in his hand. The programmer
just smiled his fish was now at hand. “Eye gave to you the button all you have to
do is push the button every three minutes and that will refresh the program
running in the background”, said the American. Yes the button works well it is
just fine the Chinese man agreed and then he left and as he left he sighed out
loud he cried. And the American Programmer of the page refresher given to the
Chinaman laughed out loud until he almost died.
Categories:
refresher, fantasy, children, funny, imagination,
Form:
Free verse