Best Refreshment Poems
Titillating drops of pleasure fall,
Showering down, halting tension's thrall.
Soothing warmth massages, eases pain,
Dispatching stressful remnants down the drain.
Caressed by warm pulsating stream,
I surrender myself to lazy dreams.
Imagining I'm in a far off place,
Wrapped in serenity's sweet embrace.
Floral fragrance with mist pirouettes,
Arousing senses, reviving zest.
Scrubbing away all dirt and stress,
I emerge relaxed, at peace, refreshed.
9/28/2011
Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Your own Favorite Poem contest.
A tear in a cloud
Deluge of raindrops descend
The thirsty earth drinks.
the water is fine
the sun warms it perfectly
alright to come in
when Eros marries
Eos you get a nuance
of love at daybreak.
Presenting to the emergency room, patient "BB,"
a dad who swallowed a snow globe carelessly.
Out of ALC, voices crying, "YOLO,"
PO, he took a big gulp of fantasy snow.
NAGI, his stomach churned immediately.
He could hear little elves dancing with a BEG.
Brought to the ER unconscious with HBP,
HAGMA, and tachypnea, unfortunately.
A CT scan revealed a kidney infection.
MDs dispensed an antibiotic injection.
Dialysis was administered, but he was still KO.
His kidney's were decorated in crystals of "snow."
Ten WKs later he could walk again (to the bar),
but will likely need dialysis 4EVR.
You are what you eat, (BB made a recovery)
but don't be a snowflake, the moral of the story.
(Watch the attached video for the full story.)
ALC- alcohol
YOLO- you only live once
PO- by mouth
NAGI- not a good idea
BEG- big evil grin
ER- emergency room
HBP- high blood pressure
HAGMA- high anion gap metabolic acidosis
CT- computerized tomography
MD- medical doctors
KO- knocked out
WK- week
4EVER- forever
3-21-2021
ACRONYMS IN COUPLETS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
To the beach I went one hot, hot day,
In search of the cooling ice blue froth!
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
In search of the cooling ice blue froth,
I took a sunshine stroll to the beach,
And I lingered until skies turned mauve.
Often heart's desires are within reach.
I took a sunshine stroll to the beach.
The birds all sang of wild summertime!
Often heart's desires are within reach.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime.
The birds all sang of wild summertime,
Refreshment beckoned in the sea spray.
Happy hours bloom throughout a lifetime,
To the beach I went one hot, hot day.
Written on April 27, 2021
For: ALL YOURS (Apr 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
One
pure dew
drop rests on
a tall blade of
grass occupied by
a ladybug,
who takes a
dainty
sip.
3/22/12
For Joann Grisetti's Ninette contest
If a man could drink
with his eyes,
then you are all
the refreshment
I could ever want or need.
Your skin is the color
of my coffee in the morning.
And as I kiss you with each sip.
It goes without saying...
I take my coffee black.
Savoring my second sip,
Caressing the surface
of your softness.
You’re a one of a kind sensation
a refreshing rejuvenation.
For a lunch time lover
you give new meaning
to a midday martini.
I go through my day
wondering,
how can I be so lucky?
to fall in love with
a walking work of art.
It must be my calling
because I'm still falling.
You stay on my mind
you stay on my lips.
You stole my heart
long before this morning’s first kiss.
You are my sweet chocolate escape.
As I come home
To the paradise of your warm embrace.
You’re the love of my life.
And all the happiness
I could ever want or need.
An invitation to revive
To the heavy labor of life.
A time to sit down and relax,
Drink the water of well that never thirst,
The soul to be silence,
The body to be rested to
Deal in God to be cleans.
The mind to feed in God's words
To inhale the beauty it brings.
The thoughts to exhale the
fragrance of goodwill.
Over-joy the spirit to swing free
Lighted in the light of God,
Gazing the serenity of love
That flow in the midst of oneself.
Glory and honor and power
The love of God exalted.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
10 May 2006
8:50 PM
(for all asthmatic patients)
The heart is the engine
Of the body
The flesh is the bonnet
Over the engine
The blood is the oil
That is lifesaving
Your hormones are the bus stops
Over that bumpy road
That is: life.
Your heart is the centre of your body
Your nose gave you over
And handed you to the grip of dust and soot
Your lungs are the straws to refreshment:
Life without pain.
Life without pain awaits you
It is on the next bus stop for you to encounter
Take heart...
I feel your pain
a container
glistens in sunlight
sweetness from within
© Mar 05 2010 Charles Henderson
Sidewalk hot,
you could fry an egg.
Arizona summer heat, Phoenix roast factory.
Sweat pouring off my brow like Noah's flood.
Sky, light turquoise, tweaked into a
sun radiant reflective furnace.
Shimmering down alleyways in unison with overburdened air conditioners.
Mirage pools in the distance ethereal,
wavering on blistering roads.
Sounds are deadened by oppressive scorching.
Dogs panting with white flecks of drool,
sizzling on asphalt.
Blow dryer wind chafing my skin,
hard walking in this dry heat sauna,
cotton ball mouth and a raging thirst.
An old man sitting on a weather-beaten porch spits ocher tobacco waste on a dead lawn.
Penetrating blue eyes nestled in a wrinkled brow,
he whistles a forgotten tune in the oppressive heat.
"Hey, you!" he calls to me,
"get in the shade before you fry your brains."
He's holding a cold lemonade,
dewdrop dribbling on a crystal glass.
Ice jingling against the sides in a mesmerizing way.
I lick my chapped lips,
he pours me a cold one.
We wait on that shaded porch,
talking about life, love, and the way it goes.
As that big red ball starts to creep into the cradle of night.
Some will say that a little poison,
let's say two or three drops
of crystalline, snow flake decorated cruelty,
in the pure water of affection,
should not be minded.
"Drink down! Drink down, my dear-
for fear you will be left behind!"
And yet, in time,
the haggard look of slowly dying
sneaks in lines across the face,
it snaps from sleep at the slightest noise
and darkens the brightest pupils to pitch.
And still the water is there by the bed
looking refreshing in glassware and clink
All too absorbed with the molecule minted
in poisonous cruelty and passionate pain.
Once, in a dream, (perhaps in a crash
of an unruly hand in a fit of a flurry)
the night table was bit, knocking the potion
to seep unto tongues of the old Persian rug,
licked up by the wood in it's parchedness underneath -
It would have been prudent to notice the burns
of the fibers of wool and the ash under feet
when emerging from bed in the morning.
But, dawn has a way of softening pain
in clearing the eyes of black sparkled doubtings.
Though little odd voices reprimand good advise
and beckon the lover to reach for the water,
addicted to pain and it's infinite poison,
I say to thee, drinking dull spidered refreshment:
It's a far better deed to be thirsty and lonely,
bright and alive with elixir in veins,
then to die in the depths of a winsome and fairy
told in a story, a dream of another,
stiff in the arms of a traitor.
(For even the prettiest poison will get you
and if it's not sooner, my sweetness, my dear,
you can bet that it's bound to be later...)
She, in looking to sate her desires,
Bade me come to quench her summer fires.
The treat white and dreamy
On her tongue was creamy.
Ice cream man, I’ll come as she requires.
It’s been so long
I’ve come so far
But I start again
To see where we are
There are too many sides
So much to lose
Too much lying
So much abuse
For something worth dying
We must love it a lot
But what is this thing
There’s no time to stop
Think of an answer
Think of it fast
Think of a use
Then make it last
I travel forever
Until I am gone
So far away
From all that is wrong
Time is a word
So is death
It comes from fear
Yet it has so much worth
I travel forever
Until there is light
There are endless mountains
Truly a sight
Taken by meaning
Things I can’t see
Things that I feel
There is only me