Best Refuel Poems
i am no longer
lost in the labyrinth
of your twisted mentality
i kiss the lips of freedom
once you drove
me insane in the brain
now stubborn stains wash away
i will never bleed again
as i liberate my mind
from your shackles of sorrow
my suppressed spirit soars
watch me fly
i collect every
shattered shard of hope
place them in my heart
my faith heals each crack
for all the tongues silenced
all the hearts broken
i fail to hate you
i thank you for the lessons
pangs of passion
refuel a desire to dream
as flames rekindle
no rain can extinguish
yesterday i fell
like sunset in a storm
today i am a tropical sunrise
there is treasure in adversity
simple musing
silent one
17 November 2019
Let me take away pains of forever-with heavens eternal love
monoku-17 Syllables
Jan.25.2019
Heavenly Monoku
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
...thank you so much to those who have made this monoku, POTD...and thank you kindly to all that have left their lovely comments...as of late, I have been ill with a flu-like virus...and usually in January, I take a little break to rest and refuel the muse...may Heaven's light shine through everyone...God bless...
N/A for contest
The trail to the peak was a long and arduous climb
Which skirted a pristine glacial lake about midway.
Shimmering below, it offered a cooling balm for the heat
And a picturesque spot to rest and refuel for a while.
A short down-climb led to a high cliff that overhung the depths
Of aquamarine waters; crystal clear, revealing a rocky bottom.
Chartreuse lichen grew from the wetted rock face
While damsel flies of cerulean hue darted to and fro.
In the shade of a small oak we were content to eat our lunch.
From our vantage we watched the cutthroat trout feed;
Rising to a caddis hatch. Splashes of watermelon, coral and saffron
Under their jawlines divulged the source of their strange name.
Fronting the shore, a spacious open meadow served as a refuge.
A doe and twin fawns lay surrounded by tall grass and wild flowers.
Tangerine bells, snow-white lupine, and purple daisies with lemon eyes
In hues of lavender and lilac covered the park in waves.
After a short dip in the icy waters, we took a few moments to gather our things
And reflect on the beauty and grandeur of this unknown retreat.
Truly we were blessed, our bodies, minds and souls rejuvenated
As we climbed the slope to continue our trek to the snow-capped peak.
8/1/2017
Free Verse
6th Place
Seasonal Color Contest
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Spring takes me for a long walk in the park:
with emerald trees
swaying in the breeze.
And I hear the chirps of a meadowlark;
sung to captivate,
and attract a mate.
A bushy-tailed squirrel scampers up a tree;
and then immediately starts scolding me:
and I can't help but smile.
The grass feels ticklish under my bare feet:
wet with drops of dew
as I wander through.
And after Winter's white, green is a treat;
a feast for the eyes
under clear blue skies.
A plethora of wildflowers is in bloom,
each blossom flaunting a colorful costume:
and I can't help but smile.
Inhaling a fresh breath of perfumed air:
my heart skips a beat,
for it tastes so sweet.
Spring's innate beauty is beyond compare:
wherever I go,
watercolors flow.
A time of jubilation and renewal:
for although Winter can be long and cruel;
Spring's super octane allows life to refuel.
I've walked about a mile:
and I can't help but smile.
I've been watching and waiting for awhile..
I lurk with a smirk, a Crocodile.
In a swamp that's swollen with
uncontrollable,
unconsoloble,
&undereducated
people.
They praise a steeple of low standards
controlled by foes but we call them commanders
being a bystandard is the new felon
A once bright but now dim lantern
and no ones been reminding us to refuel
so we feed off each other..
Musical chairs with fools.
2/2/14
-R.R.
B.Maxine
A Strong Flame flickers
In the distance
Moving toward you
When it is time to shine,
Shine.
When the time has come
To dim your lights, be silent,
Speak with your eyes and heart.
Watch the new amber radiate in the midst.
Flickering flames are approaching;
Some have come to refuel you.
Prepare to welcome their glowing energy.
Receive them well.
When the givers of the new light
Come to embrace you,let them !
Remember: For all things, there is a season.
"You cannot forever be the giver",
become humble, as a gracious
receiver is also blessed.
Let them give, for it is written.
"It is more blessed to give, than to receive".
What is hidden in the passage is.
"Not allowing a person to give,
because of your pride,
is also cheating them out of their blessing”.
“Let them who hold the strong flames,
now restore you,".
And be grateful.!
When the sun isn't up, there are no shadows
I need a peaceful haven to refuel my arrows
If we substitute the stud hopelessness
We heal our scars amid sleep and sleeplessness
As a trusted guide to the world of dreams
Fall short of expectations; broke his screams
My sanity would be complete upon his return
As life stresses me out, little stays in an urn
Peace can only be found through serenity
I'm scared of violence-laced profanity
My only option is to hide behind walls
That will restrain the restless evenings at calls
Let me retreat within myself and find peace
Or hopes that fade and eventually cease.
Written: May 24, 2023
Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a oneiric, susurrous
tambourine wave of yore
rain whistles in tune
of doodles in gold and silver.
Swells of silk
of a hypnotic spell—origami
wispy petrichor wafts!
It was tender
ignominious mayhem
of withering earth
sadly surprised
amidst golden neon notes
and vermilion,
as stricken soil stirs.
And flushes in luscious tones
of singing and crystals
as daffodils and clover bloom
amidst webs of aurelian curls
a fairy's rhapsody,
let spring song rise!
each seed that is still alive
hope will sprout subtly,
to refuel the soul
from the cosmic womb.
Wars will hinder any way to harmony
and allegiance to nations
Earth is our vast home
we purport as world healers
send me a melody
smoother than embers
we're rooted in clay
as melody with thawing knack
once I visualized piano tunes,
each tone evoked anguish
yet, our sonata is harmless
paramount of my persona
beyond brink of kismet
we ought to sigh and cry
sultry concerto
In a garden labyrinth.
Calm is your nature so fair
O maiden of meticulous metaphor
like the white lilies in the garden, balms soft air,
amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples once green
In warm tones of terracotta her spirit roams free,
on earth she manipulates the mariposa monarca
butterfly migration in Michoacán’s fir forests,
clusters color trees with golden orange tones
trimmed in black lace philigree
skies are filled with beating wings
like a flurry of a rain's pitter-patter
O butterfly if you flutter by, I’ve left you aster
for your returns refuel in my yearning yard
Tonantzin our venerable Mother, goddess virginius
of virtue of vim and vigorous miss
Q3 keeper of chaos and order,
I’m forever thankful for your service ~
After the storm
The havoc is over and the sun is back
Patching up with light the heart's crack
Devastating is the scene of the aftermath
But there is a flower in the cluttering path
Though the storm was fierce and utterly cruel
The vanishing Hope got up to refuel
Deafening silence is ruling the place
But rhythm is gaining its normal pace
After every storm you are given a choice
Whether to quit or start to rejoice
Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play
In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With Navigator Noonan she bravely set out
From South America they headed due east
Following a planned but difficult route
Africa, India, S.E. Asia and on to New Guinea
But she never arrived at the next scheduled stop
Howland Island, a ship standing by to refuel
In the vast ocean, this land only a tiny drop
Many scenarios imagined over the years
Ditched in the water and lost to the sea
Crashed on an island and finally succumbed
Knowing that lost to the world she must be.
At home in the vast reaches of the sky
Breaking ground for the women of her time
Scholar, author and fashion trend setter
A unanswered tragedy, she still in her prime
* In December of 2010, 3 small bones, a shoe, and some makeup found on
Nakumaroro Island in the vicinity of Howland Island. DNA studies underway to
determine whether they might be Amelias.
from my book Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Happy Worker
We are the ultimate machine. They make us do all the factory jobs at double speed. Produce this metal product, accurate to a thousand of an inch; bake the cake on an industrial scale; refuel the nuclear reactor with your bloody bare hands. Don't they know there's risks involved here? We can get hurt! All because our boss is mean and wants his profits. Well I'll soon change that. I'll blow his damn factory up and him with it! But before I do, I'll make him the slave. So he can know how it feels.
From the beginning of time there has been exploration
To undiscovered places by every rich nation
Mans great love for exploring has moved up a gear
He has accepted a new challenge; the final frontier.
Nineteen fifty seven saw the launch of sputnik one
Followed by sputnik two, the space race had begun
Russia was the first off the starting block
America was busy working around the clock.
The following year America entered the race
By sending explorer one up into space
Russia then sent up their first cosmonaut
America then followed with an astronaut.
America was now leading in the race for space
President Kennedy’s wanted a man, on the moons surface
The whole world was watching, they were eager to see
Eagle Landers touchdown in the sea of tranquillity.
Research and development is now taking place
To establish planet Mars as a forwarding base
Future missions will refuel and take on supplies
So astronauts can venture out into darker skies.
Look up on a clear night and look for the space station
Manned by astronauts from more than one nation
Mankind has shown that he has the capability
By developing spacecraft that was once fantasy.
There have been many celebrations and even some tears
Accidents have caused deaths of some brave pioneers
Two NASA space shuttles, Colombia and Challenger
Both exploded above the earth a tragic disaster.
Our sun will die out and mankind needs to survive
A new home is needed so humans can thrive
Mankind will colonise planets that’s a certainty
Using great minds to develop new technology.
Space exploration is new and is painfully slow
In the big scheme of things, we’ve a long way to go
But one day these dreams will become reality
As man ventures further out, beyond our own galaxy.
Written 30th March 2018.
I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm sorry for words that were ment to be better.
I'm sure you'll learn how to be optimistic,
and all of your sorrow will burst in a firework.
I'm sure you'll taste both the carrot and broomstick,
and critic with sarcasm will become a fair quirk.
I'm sure you'll manage to blow off the ceilings,
to do something wierd, worth to be accused of.
I hope that you'll learn to sort out the feelings
and born the new tenet out of the used stuff.
I want you to find something to govern.
I wish you object every slightest assurance.
I warn you to leave any secret uncovered
so it won't appear as nightmare to you once.
Be careful with matches, refuel the gaslight,
extinguish the candle, let the night to mourn.
I'd say, single point to fear the Last fight:
to set Life aside until you'll have to moor.
8.04.2013
NikA
Lifting off from Earth with a blast
The first manned mission to Mars at last
Moving past red dwarfs real fast
With neutron stars going past
Celestial fireworks of a supernova in full view
As through the Milky Way at warp speed we flew
Mars would become our space base
The dawn of a new race to space
Earth would remain the galactic jewel
A hub for supplies and to refuel
The journey to Mars took almost a (Earth) year
Zooming by pulsars and asteroids to get there
With many more worlds to explore
Going where no man had gone before
On a quest to find alien life forms
and unravel a mystery that has lasted for eons
Perhaps we'll find them right there on Mars
Or somewhere among the myriad of stars
It was just like on Star Trek
Traveling through this awesome universe
But captain Kirk was not on deck
And Scottie couldn't beam us up yet