Long Fill again Poems
Long Fill again Poems. Below are the most popular long Fill again by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Fill again poems by poem length and keyword.
An outrageously warm full moon
radiates above my roof
across our yard,
my face and mind,
reminding me Earth's nature can and must sometimes feel kind
if last week's hurricane of snow felt unkind
to aging joints and internal family tensions.
My Taoist roots remain disarticulated on this theme.
Controversy of dissonant and alien natures cannot be kind
because Earth is not kind.
Yet too often taught,
I feel this full moon glow across my tearing mind,
that nature is unkind
and so it is our nature to compete to survive,
rather than cooperate to thrive,
along with all Earth's Golden Ruling creatures
and ecosystems.
And yet this narrative,
left removed from other half,
distorts who we are sometimes,
who I am at my best and healthiest,
and least competitive dissonance,
because in 0-sum Taoist nondual co-arising philosophy,
where there is an unkind Yang
there must also be a kind Yin
or how would we know anything of kindness,
positive or negative opposition,
yang both/and yin apposition
full regenerative kindness and empty unkind promise.
This warm January moon will darkly empty,
yet fill again
to touch my heart,
our hearts,
with Earth's kind and healthy Promise.
When the colors of sorrow fade away,
When the leaves come back to life,
When the shadows of the past finally lifts up,
When living went rife,
What an enchanted illusion,
Reality is, like a lullaby
For we are still children,
Grown enough to cry,
When the people start to love,
Another not because they are bound,
And life will be beautiful,
Like the ocean breeze and dulcet sounds.
For what life has taught us is,
More than we can soak in,
But the virtue of living,
Depends on all our sins.
When the colors starts to fill again,
When the leaves starts to fall,
When the shadows become people,
When living unheard the call,
What a surprise,
This life brings,
It indisputably lies ahead,
Like night after day
And morning after night,
If only it could stop,
And change the course of time,
Oh what a wonder that would be,
If life was played,
Just like a game,
And a game no to be won,
Loved cherished and understood,
For the same.
When people begin to leave,
And scars come back again,
When life is all about giving,
And it all is back to normal
Again.
Oh what a strange illusion
Reality is.
(Honeybee on apple blossom and honey harvest - praise bee!!!)
Extracting the Essence
When a honeybee makes honey
first she has to extract the nectar
flying about between various flowers
sipping their sweet juices
until her stomach is full.
Then it’s back to the hive
to add her tiny drop to a wax comb cell her sisters have drawn
and then off again, to fill again,
over and over until the cells are full.
And then the bees let it rest
(as they work on tirelessly to make and fill more comb).
And left to just sit, the partially digested nectar
slowly continues to digest, evaporate, concentrate
until now, thick and golden ripe it’s ready to cap.
So it is with spiritual practice
in whatever form
as we gather the nectar of teachings, extracting the essence
to let it rest in the heart of our practice
until, just like with the bees
it turns to honey,
an essence, in such abundance
that all we can do is share.
(10/13/2021, originally published in my 5th book of poems and stories, EXTRACTING THE ESSENCE, 2021)
The Moon Will Rise
Flow & Ebb In Eyes
Memories Surge Like Tides
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Desires-Deluge & Dreams Held Tight
Hopes of H20 – Depth & Honest-Heights
Falling Sparkles, Drop … Shimmering Bright
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Moved By Flood of Full Moonlight
Unmasked, Immersed In A Moment’s Might
No Land of Love Seems In Sight
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
With Shell-Echoes of Deep Oceans
Swell and Swirl With Mixed Emotions
Softly … Salty, Secret Potion
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
A Lost Drowned Plea
Last Lighthouse Key
Long Voyage For Me
A Lone Ship At Sea
… And The Sea Will Fill Tonight
Wells and Wells, Drawn-Up Reborn
Washed Ashore In Liquid Form
Weakened In A Water’s Storm
Wave After Wave, Crashing Warm
Wet Wishes Caught In Whirlpools’ Arms
Castaway On A Cruise of Shark Alarms
… And The Sea Will Fill Again, Tonight
Yes, The Sea Will Fill … Tonight
Written & ©: 3/27/2012
By: The MoonBee
(John Day Fossil Beds, 2018)
Revisiting The Same Ground
Over and over again
I find myself returning
to the same thoughts, ideas, histories
but now with years more experience between
and years more depth
behind what were once words
so glibly recited.
Is this how we all learn,
parrots one and all, reciting
lessons, sounds, songs and jingles
until they somehow
take on meaning
filled with the substance of Life
which at every turn
fill again a little more?
Tide-like the mind moves
in cycles of night and day, wake and sleep
building layers which erode
but never really go away
layers which in time harden to stone
sedimentary then metamorphic
each supplanted by the next
in endless waves across endless generations.
And so we go
treading the same old ground
‘round and ‘round
haunted by glimpses of déjà vu
humbled by realization
we have been here before
without a clue
how blind we really are.
(10/19/23)
Tears Never Wept
by Odin Roark
Like a lonely child
Straddling a playground seesaw
Sentiment’s sorrow
Fear’s discovery
How bold we carry our heartache
Anchored deep in learned
Teeter-totter discipline
Allowing our eyes to close
But never to weep
Tomorrow we will make anew
This resolve to suck it up
Absolving the pain
Forgiving the cause
When still…
The night will come
Our eyes will remain open ‘til dawn
Hoping to see a someone
A something to counter
Life’s fulcrum of imbalance
A phone will ring
A doorbell will sound
A hand wave will appear in the distance
Certainly it will happen
But
Beneath heavy tear ducts
Passion’s gamble seems doubtful
Life’s playground might fill again
Unlikely offering a smile
To sit atop the other end
If only
Children of all ages
Knew simple happiness
Takes but willing effort
Presented with a smile opposite hope
Experiencing ups and downs together
Releasing tears of sadness and joy
Together
No pictures in the picture frames
They just hang lonely on the wall
There's no fire in the firplace
No footsteps in the hall
.
Don't know when it happened
Know it wasn't just yesterday
As we were growing older
Our love seemed to slip away!
.
When I would reach out for you
In hopes that you still cared
But no matter what I did or said
You were distant - just not there!
.
They say one can see the future
Just by looking in their past
Should have paid more attention
Would have known this wouldn't last
.
Now someday in the future
I will fill again those empty frames
Build a fire in that fireplace
To see once again its flames
.
I know that I will hear once more
Footsteps echoing down my hall
Finding joy and happiness
With a new love after all
.
I don't know if that's my future
But I know that I shall try
When I give my love to someone else
I'll be aware of yesterdays gone by
TIME
Thought of all the seconds,
That went like a mist at dawn.
Tried to hold all the minutes for lifetime
But it flowed like water with no grapple
Waited for the hours of fortunes that I desiderate
As you are the sun that quenches every soul of an incarnate
But being in you can burn the spirits with fiery fire
Hastened to get rid of the all the days of stormy clouds
Disregarding the silver linings around them that one needs to count on
And learned that you are the equinox of every mortal
Hoped for the years to go right
never disappointed even when the right seems to be left
All the ups and downs you placed
All the love and hatred you showered
All the laughs and cries that I held
Trickled in the brink of the eye
Waiting for you at the edge of the door
where you passed like a breeze that never noticed
Awaiting all the moments to fill again
There’s a space in
My heart
Since you’ve been gone
That my tears can’t
Wash away
And my thoughts won’t
Leave alone
You were always there
When I needed you
And it hurts so much
Not being able to
Be with you now
I keep seeing you lying there
Not able to talk
Not able to move
Only a shadow of my friend
Who brought so much love
And laughter
Into my world
I wonder what you’re feeling
And if you know how much
My heart is
Breaking
My love and prayers
Are all I can offer you now
So far away
And after all you’ve given me
That seems like
So little
But I can’t give up
Believing
That I will see you smile
And hear you laugh
Again one day
And that your beauty
And friendship
Will fill again
This terrible emptiness
In my
Heart
The cold seeps in.
The silent asssassin.
He’s the chill that goes straight to the bone.
Winter.
That’s when the assassin strikes.
Boaring down a path.
Animals hide.Plants die.
And the rest of us flee inside.
Escaping that wintery assassin,
Who was sent to collect his bounty.
He found his loot ,
On a blistery day,
And took from me my heart.
Then he returned on his endless flight,
And took his fill again.
I have lost to this silent asssassin,
Who comes with winter’s light.
I wonder when he comes again,
If I’ll be in his sights.