Short Refilling Poems
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Always hot plates.
Always refilling clean slates.
Always lots of food.
Always yummiest dishes.
Always the best of buffets
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 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)
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)
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)
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 "
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)
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She
wrapped in ribbons of light
Oh, so sweet a smile
lit
those pistachios in fiery eyes
refilling the vessel of a soul
counting all strings plucked
in excited thrum -
a beating heart
paradise is never far, no
not for me
walked in her graceful dawn
with blooms that go on and on
beguiled by desire's call
She
Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer (1974) - She
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
Sometimes my mind ponders, and I sit in wonder, why does God love me?
Because getting along with me can't be easy.
But thankfully He's faithful, nothing I can do to change Him.
Unconditional, He fills my cup to the rim.
There are days like today that I need a refilling, and I know that my God is forever
willing.
I can gain the world but lose my soul, I'd much rather stay complete and whole.
Because friendships come and fade away, but I know my God is here to stay.
Glancing up from my writer’s post
I sensed a touch, a hug almost.
Unrestrained presence hung about
refreshing, refilling my brain.
Thoughts came to arrest the mundane;
streams of purpose now flood my drought.
Somewhat doubtful, walking my dog,
beset with angst, a charming fog
encompassed my way, gone afield.
Overnight, the Morning Gazette
published the news, hard to forget -
along that path thieves were revealed
My course is sealed by One who’s just;
I place my trust beneath His shield.