Two little water bowls wouldn't do anymore
for Cosmo is big and drinks much more
than the small dogs did and Sassy does
so a new water bowl I was thinking of
It's silver steel trough more than a bowl
for four gallons of water it does hold
Cosmo chews almost everything
the water bowls his mouth they clean
debris of bits of that and this
the water bowl his drinking was a mess
Maybe I can skim the water clean
after he drinks from a bowl size supreme
He's still a puppy at 80 pounds
big lovable dog whose more the clown
The water bowl now should do the trick
not refilling the small ones after water he licks
Cosmo and Sassy my doggy team they be
if I spoil them it's because they spoil me.
There was a shop that sold goodwill
But someone went and robbed the till
Refilling all the shelves with hate
Leaving customers to a terrible fate.
Their compulsion to shop went on and on
But what they bought proved to be wrong
Instead of what they wanted or sought
They ended up with a maleficent item bought.
So instead of a desire to live
A sense of hopelessness did they give
To their children and those they love
Such bitter fruits come not from above.
We need a discount sale on love and compassion
To stop our aching hearts a-crashin’
On the jagged rocks of despair
But does anyone really care?
Heavy gray skies are weeping;
Into the ground it's seeping.
What doesn't run off remains;
Bountiful life it sustains.
Refilling rivers and streams;
An endless cycle it seems.
Evaporates to ascend;
Rains again and keeps the trend.
Periodically Due
Josey is found infrequently awaiting his own mind near a dilapidated industrial building.
Showing up to the meeting with John means the spit balls need refilling.
"Attaching history in pieces?"
"Rights become an older days week returning learning from a folded press again."
"Thanks John, you old stable "
Rivers
Of rising rhymes
Rapidly flow like rain
Refilling my repertoire realm
Refreshing the reservoirs of my mind
Releasing reliable words
Written and reviewed, then.
Release Rhythmic
Rivers
It’s great
that they read us
a joy
when they say
“I loved your
last poem
the best one
today”
We post
and we thank them
for all
that they give
Refilling
our pens
with more reasons
— to live
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
A vessel
of transference
my doors
never close
All windows
stay open
where light
can impose
A constant
refilling
with verse
to the brim
Whose message
of hope
forever
— within
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
the spark comes out
the candle ignites
starting the fire and providing light
darkness spark fire light
the dark room lights up
the kids can see
they run around and play in the light
spark fire light wax
the wax runs down the sides
the fire going down
making the room just a little darker
fire light wax darkness
the candle runs out
smoke rises from the dead flame
darkens refilling the room
darkness spark fire light wax darkness
Always hot plates.
Always refilling clean slates.
Always lots of food.
Always yummiest dishes.
Always the best of buffets
When quenching
the silence
alone at the well
One ladle
awaits me
and loneliness quelled
Tomorrow resurgent
all thirst
fading fast
My shadow
refilling
— the emptiness past
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
There was a server at the local cafe you see
Who got in trouble when refilling cups of coffee
Many said just a shot
Half a cup was said a lot
But she lost her job when one said hit me
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Since what is unseen is destroyed, allow me to stay.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Dreary midwinter is no match for Elysium malice!
Hiding from prying eyes, a visit under a gloomy sky
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
With mind two-way mirror, despite how lawless,
Souls glance at each other; let me for a while sway.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
We're falling into the abyss, surrounded by darkness.
Yield to the crowds swirling cognitive waters bay.
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Come level my solace, lines contain no rare promise
Lazing in wilderness fields, Elysian meadows fly.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
Receiving prizes while lying on the desolate display.
Refilling, ripping, and sowing occur after we pray.
A magnificent ecstasy fantasy, a dreamlike palace
A single drop of water might be a source of solace.
Written: February 07, 2023
The words taste like music
from worlds long ago
Each letter resavored
in harmonies old
Coming to harvest
their sweetness imbues
A cave for an orchard
in wall painted hues
Old symbols retilling
those questions inside
Reborn when discovered
then never to hide
The silos refilling
new birthrights to seed
Replanted within us
—a symphony freed
(The New Room: January, 2023)
Of what use are gloves to fingers
that only understand mittens?
This quizzical query lingers
in my thoughts, applied to kittens.
These tiny balls of fluffy joy
roam unleashed, exploring their world.
And like an adorable toy,
each looks gorgeous, with its tail curled.
Yet, trying to teach them a trick
is a waste of time; that's so true.
And it is not because they're thick,
they just don't perform as dogs do.
Oblivious to my commands,
they both come and go as they wish.
And tend to ignore my demands
unless I'm refilling their dish.
They're accustomed to living free,
born strong-willed, and independent.
Yet, they choose to snuggle with me,
sharing a love; that's transcendent.
(Quatrain)
01/08/2023
Of what use are gloves to fingers
that only understand mittens, contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Like petrol,
coming from a place of refining,
from crude to refined.
Like petrol,
propelling others, burning yourself,
using every energy to the last pint.
Like petrol,
when you are done burning yourself,
they refill, pick another petrol.
Unlike petrol,
never leaving the place of refining,
continuing steadfastly day by day.
Unlike petrol,
prioritising your growth first,
even as you stand up for others.
Unlike petrol,
refilling yourself by yourself,
staying filled, always relevant.
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