Short Refuel Poems

Glean cornfield
southbound geese
refuel...

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Old and New Wine Skins

In old skins should not put new wine,
And yet both old and new are divine;
A renewal;
Will refuel;
Am glad that God will always be mine.

Jim Horn...

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‘ Not A Means To An End … ’      53rd  Senryu


            Not Just A Car-Pool
   It Takes True-Love, To Refuel
      … Stubborn-Journey-Mule


      (Love ... Is A Two-Way Street)...

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Busy Monday
Energy rise
Start for work.

Tuesday, Wednesday
A bit too tired
Need exercise.

Thursday, Friday
Gas up, refuel
Recharge once more.

Run Saturday
Mall afternoon
Sunday's all mass....

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so blank after the exit
so pale after the discoloring incident
i am a blue bricklayer in a red town world
my heart has callouses 
my mind has splinters
so drained following the reentry
the fight in me is now in permanent hibernation...

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This is so unfair,
It may cause despair,
With no repair,
Abomination...

So cruel,
Like a car with no fuel,
Which needs a refuel,
Before it starts.

Mandela said it,
That if it can be learnt,
Then it needs to be taught,
To get rid off....

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     Life has its ups and downs
        its highs and lows
     Barren stretches
        endless plateaus 

     News of births bring renewal
        those of death give us pause
     to contemplate mortality and refuel
        of unequal length, the straws we draw
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Another year & another time
To enjoy your sweet place, so fine.
This was so peaceful & needed
God heard us when we pleaded
For quiet & space
To break the pace,
To sleep, pray & admire;
Refuel with His fire!
Holy "oil" come down;
Took away our frown.
May Jesus' love fill you too:
Blessings through & through!...

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  Gene went for a dip in the local pool
  His swimsuit was loose, he thought it was cool
     Had four beers, he felt mellow
     Soon Gene turned the pool yellow
  He’d turn it brown too ~ if he could refuel  



  ~ Entry in 'A Funny Summer Limerick' Contest ~
               Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
                   August 01 2024

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This firing down, some pestilence consign
does mitigate my virtue with design,
not far away, I miss your salt's excel,
your truth at feelings, ridden with expel!

Do love you more while hidden with repel,
my sheathing tight, an object placed to fool
that hunter of my soul ~ Thy love's compel
does bring to life this decoy from faith's hell!

. . . And carries me to righteous wing's refuel!...

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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...

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How lovely is when
early spring turns land
crops with youth verdure
for honor and love
hidden and broken.

Nature whispers 
emerging from
winter wholly
hibernation.

A hurried
sun glances
dressing fields.

In rich
blossoms-

Spring

4/1/2019


 Black bears  emerge from their dens to refuel on spring greens
          and the remnants of last autumn's berries.

Poetry Contest: Diminished Hexaverse Contest About Spring...

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To the world 
you need to be strong
you need to be the joker, the entertainer

make everyone laugh
keep everyone happy
the man of strength, who don’t have fears

who never falters
who never gets weak
who never doubts himself 

let me be your pit stop
a haven of self worth
the place where you can refuel

be yourself
cry if you need to
laugh if you want to
let rip in frustration
just be at peace
no acting
no expectations
just a friend with no hang ups…...

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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...

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