"refuel" poems
Alas! Cupid
Laziness doesn't suit you
Do something,will you?
Seek the universe
To find my soulmate
Lose yourself if you must
Valentines comes and goes as he pleases
He is bored with my singleness
What now Cupid?
Your arrow must be bitter
I'll write you a honeyed haiku
I'll write you a sweet sonnet
To refuel your magic
Then you'll find love for me
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
An exit for expression
An admittance with no fee
A mind free from excluding
An exhibition without end
The centerpiece- an installation
Ever moving within its frame
Its contents constantly disappearing
To reveal a blank canvas to be filled once more
The artist turns out to be me, and me alone
Leaving my post is an improbability
As the gallery holding me hostage is my own mind
Yet in truth, I find happiness in this prison cell
Without sleep I find energy from passers by
Who refuel my passion with their coins
Thrown into my hat beside me
Tokens of positivity that they cannot directly give
The door is always open
Even to those who find fault with the artist
Who tease me in my chained feet
And hurl their abuse with intent to delay completion
Yet still, I welcome companionship of viewers
Without noticing the deviants who scratch away at my painting
My selflessness renders me unable to notice evils
Blinding me with the future I paint before my eyes
My piece is never mastered
For I am distracted by evils constant approach
Presenting me with gifts of seeds, that grow in my soils
Only to blossom as weeds, and eat away at all goodness
But my grounds are open, and my job demands time
Rarely do I have the time to look upon works accomplished
But I steal a moment as sun and moon change shifts
Only to be met a view that gives no happiness as before
My stubborn positivity keeps defences up
Protecting myself from taunters and ghosts who take refuge in corners
I am distracted by my own optimism, the joy of what I do
But it hinders me, in ways I cannot defeat
My ability to seek vengeance was never yielded nor encouraged
So instinctively as always, I turn not to the voices behind me
And paint upon the canvas once more
The doors still open
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
Everything I'm feeling inside
is about to capsize.
I can't wait for these thoughts to subside
or will they collide
with the terrible force of my mind?
I say, God help me before I am confined
and so naively purblind.
I'm trying to find my way
and this may sound totally cliche
but **** I'm so terribly lost
I feel like my plans have crisscrossed.
But I'm actually star-crossed
with my own thought
of how I've turned into such a crackpot.
I'm so gone,
I'm squandered.
Am I being absurd?
My visions are blurred
and like a blind man I'm clobbered
by all the words that I have misheard.
But watch me
as I achieve
all that I can be.
I'm not a fool
I just need to refuel.
Take a moment
to just breathe...
..........
And I'll be back in full force
straight back on this wild concourse.
I'm not here to enforce
or endorse, I don't care
what's wrong with your discourse.
You're on your own, I'm on mine.
And I'm finding out why
this life is not so divine.
But do not deny,
stop with your outcries
I'm just saying my goodbyes.
But I will be back
and with a smack
you'll never know what hit you
cause I'm gonna be so brand new.
Watch me achieve all I've dreamed
all that you have blasphemed.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
THE day had set as I traveled down a road,
Intimate in its design, ‘twas narrow,
directed toward the setting, golden Sun,
which, softly glowing, slowly came to rest
upon the darkening valleys of this world.
The road was long yet well supplied with fuel,
or, signs were scattered pointing towards the fuel,
‘twas the duty of the rider on the road
to refuel lest he be lost in the world.
Yet as I rode my eyes began to narrow,
losing sight of signs 'til my coach did rest,
still, as I lost my pace set with the sun.
There, still, I sat and lost sight of the Sun.
Alone, I did not think to seek out fuel,
but I looked elsewhere for a place to rest.
In utter darkness I wandered from the road
into a wood, welcoming, less narrow
and filled with mysteries of a whole new world.
My heart pounded as I entered this world.
By now my mind, had but slipped from the Sun,
and it's warm glow on the road, (too narrow).
I was not limited by need of fuel,
like I had to work for on the narrow road,
But vices here offered me so much rest.
So deeper I wandered to seek out rest.
Rest, that would fit me best within this world.
In darkness there, out of view of the road
in dark, I felt the cold absence of Sun,
and there... I ached. My body called for fuel.
I looked around...my options not so narrow
as they were upon the road, (so narrow).
But, as I took my fuel and found my rest
in the wood... I ached as I ate the fuel.
Still I craved more, it hurt. Trapped now in this world
that seemed more like a cage. And for the Sun
I longed, as I remembered its warmth on the road.
So there I sit entrapped within this world.
I have the key and I can sense the Sun,
But..could I, now, return to that narrow road?
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
Hookers as gas station attendants
Pumping you and your gas
Have fun getting *******
While you refuel
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
I'm not drinking
not tonight
I'm alright
it's really not a fight.
I mean did you invite me
just to spite me?
I only want a sip
put the bottle to my lip
refuel my ego trip
time passes
wine glasses.
Is that my cigarette lit
bathroom
floor
tears
fears
I don't have a problem.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
Distant revelations of bitter refuel
A great friendship torn by disappointment
Jealousy has come from hiding
Driven out motivation in its confiding
I feel like running away now
Starting over new
Which is what I thought I was doing
When I started this with you
Tucked in my pretty new hiding place
Only to find my problems staring me straight in the face
Its sick how everything is not what it seems
A land of calm devotion is tearing at the seams
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Sand Dwellers
Looking across the crystal blue waters of Mellieha bay
My eyes and mind are assaulted by a thousand multi colored sun shades
This then is the home of the sand dwellers
At the going down of the sun they retire to oil and alcahol soaked burrows not to re appear until the rising of the new dawn
Slithering and crawling from their fetid nests to once more lie amidst rotting seaweed and soiled icecream wrappers
Occasionally one does see movement as a suntan oiled sand dweller heads once more to refuel on greasy burgers and warm beer
Oh for the glorious life of the sand dweller
Who will never truly experience this beautiful island
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
fragile yet bulletproof
a doll, china-glazed
wrapped in barbed wire
steel claws, my iron gaze
through the blackness
the magnetic ground
starry-eyed; it's tempting
trying to pull me down
with lead weights tied
to my dragging heels
god I wish I were strong
and didn't have to feel
mind wired on chemicals
and caffeinated veins
blood clots, racing heart
I think I'm sick again
counting the hours in
bites of empty air
ghosts crawling to my ears
nestling in brittle hair
I'll have to stop soon
I'm hunger-drunk, dying
high on pain and
so done with trying
baffled by so-called normal
those machines that refuel
on fat, sugar, calories
it's so ******* cruel
that I was born to howl
at a midnight moon
to live in shadows, knowing
my life is ending soon.
© Tara India.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Into the Clearing
I make note
Of the uninterrupted
Brightness, Unbroken
This makes for instant
Accountability
naked at best
Unveiled
Unfiltered
Unspoken
Interim testing ground
Stop and take a look around
When Elements invade
The private places object
Unknowing of the merging
Of a natural nature unto itself
Oh, the soft and sacred
Whispers softly unto
Those with ears to hear
Let the mystery of the Holy
Slowly unfold for thine eyes
Once distracted from the
Wonders of my Wooded
Recreation
Here stands You,
untethered by the
Winding ropes
Of illusive lore
We no longer care for There,
Now that we are here
It is Here
where we Refuel and
Recenter for our next
Adventure.
Choose with careful
Consideration
then Commit
This is It
Next Lesson
Or Level
I will revel
Boldly...
*From my
Place of Power
And Knowing*
Journey Onward my fellow Wayfarers :-)
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
We were all anxious about the takeoff. With one faulty engine and a short rough runway, we neded all the airspeed we could muster to get airborne. We hung on and braced ourselves as we roared down the runway. The bouncing suddenly stopped. We were airborn! we seemed to skim the wave tops for ages before we started a slow climb to our normal cruising altitude. This was another boring featureless flight, over the sea towards Darwin. I don't know what I was expecting, but whatever it was, I was dissapointed. Darwin was a mosquito ridden dump at that time. We ate slept and took off after refuelling. Still with a faulty engine. The other aircraft did not come with us, this time we were alone and heading for a well known town in the outback. Alice springs. Now we were flying over some great country, it seemed so crisp and clean- even if most of it was desert. We landed at alice springs to refuel, and then took off with full tanks, heading for the Australian Air Force base near Adelaide, I think it was at Edinburgh Fields. Gordon was sleeping, or trying to, I was sitting by the window gazing at the countryside below. I began to see what looked like a vapour trail coming from the wing, there was one similar coming from the wing opposite too, it was very slight, was I seeing things, perhaps it was moisture in the air, I sat and watched for half an hour, it was more noticeable now, and it seemed to be coming from the fuel tank filler pipes. I thought it was worth a mention, and I went to the cockpit where the pilot and radio operator were talking to the fitters. The Pilot was thumping the gauges on a panel. I told them what I saw. Christ! the pilot and the fitters looked worried very worried.
He patted me on the shoulder, "Well done, we thought the fuel gauges must be faulty. He turned the aircraft around and headed back to Alice springs for another refuelling. The tanks were filled again, the filler caps were ******* down tight, and we took off again! Twenty minutes later we were back for more fuel and the filler caps were checked and rechecked and finally ******* down as tight as possible. We took of again, and landed again, took on more fuel,and tightened the filler caps. "It's too late to continue with the flight now, we'll stay in town tonight and try again in the morning. "That was easier said than done, we had no money and no credit, we managed to get a room at the pilots expense , but there was no food but a packet of biscuits.
I lay on the bed beside four others and wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
I slept like a log, inspite of the pains from my blistered feet. Harry woke me at six thirty. "Time for breakfast, better jump to it or i'll tickle your feet." The thought of that was enough to set me in motion. After breakfast we assembled for role call beside the waiting coaches. Then we boarded, and left the camp heading for the airfield. Every one was expecting to fly from RAF Lyneham, we had heard that we would be flying in the new Dehavilland Comet, the first passenger jet. It was not to to be. The comet had crashed into the sea, there were no survivors!
Instead of that, we were driven to a remote airfield in Wiltshire, I believe it was called Cliff Pypard, there we boarded an ageing hastings transport and set off into the wide blue yonder heading on a more southerly bearing than one would expect for a flight to Germany.
I tried to keep an eye on our progress by following coastlines, it was difficult, clouds obscured much of the coast line. I had the definite feeling that we were travelling in a South Easterly direction, and I asked one of the aircrew about it. "Don't worry, I expect we'll take a turn to the north soon." A little later, I suddenly realized that we were flying over the Med- Germany via the Med, never in this world!!
We ate chicken wings lettuce and bread for lunch, still flying at a steady one hundred and eighty miles an hour at mid day, below us dessert! We were all confused. Where on earth were we going?
Our first stop was at a place called Idris, it was an airstrip in the Libyan desert. There was nothing there only tents, and a place to refuel. I was a squalid stinking dump, and that was all. We left early the following morning after a laughable breakfast that no one ate. Our ext stop was a similar one but even more so, It was a place alled Habanya, I think, I went to use one of the two toilet's and discovered that the horrible brown stains in the toilets were actually enormous heaving masses of huge cockroaches, I went out into the desert insted. when I got back to our tent I was told off. "this place is crawling with snakes, don't stray about!" we didn't need telling twice! The tents were just as bad, infested with huge spiders, no one slept. We were glad to leave it.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Mornings and I don't get along
We are like oil and water
There is no sweet connection
They don't ever get my attention
Conversations invade my mental fog
Please be quiet and don't speak
Give me just five minutes to clear out
Before closing me in with words from your mouth
Allow me to refuel with some caffeine
Marinate my senses through coffee beans
Let it break up the fogginess screen
For if you don't I will let out a piercing scream
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
Grow,
Good morning, get up, get going, get out, get it?
Get giggity, giggly,
Great, get in, get quite, real g's move in silence, and gesticulations get goons gone,
Go ahead, go forth with great care, go far, go out, get lost, go back,
Grasp green garments,
Go on,
Respire,
Read rhetoric, read rhythm, read rhymes,
Read people,
Respond resplendently, require resolution,
Realize, rain rains, read rain rain gauge,
Risk rewards, run rapidly, run rampantly, run triumphantly,
Rise up, rise on, ride horses, ride waves, ride on,
Red letter days,
Irked?
Inhale, intake, insure, inhibit,
Intuition informs insides,
Imitators idolize, I irk, irritate, insist Immaculate
Inspire innovation, incite celebration,
Inner id ingests infestations,
Ideal installed,
Move,
Make much of it, make mistakes, make mends, make merry, make cheer, make love, make peace,
Mind, mind manners, mind time, mind love, mind peace,
Move, move over, move up, move in, move out, move on,
More so, more smiles, more laughs, more life, more understanding, more peace, more love,
Marvelous magenta muse moves me,
Exhale,
Exhibit excellence, energize everyone,
Eat east, eat in, eat out, eat everywhere, with everyone,
Exhale, exit anger, exit stress, exit breath,
Enters euphoria, enters energy, with ease
Need,
Need no one, need nothing, only neo Nazis,
No, need necessities, need neurons, need Nutella, nourishment,
Now know knowledge, know profound power found in numbers, now know nothing
Restart
Reduce, reuse, recycle,
Reproduce,
Re-energize, refuel, revamp, repeat,
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
I roll myself into you, cascading into your summery warmth, kissing your shoulder blade. I refuel myself on you.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
Starting the journey up the hill
Kicking the rocks
out the way
Wow what a view they say
All this everything
leads
to
that
Oh this is easier I'm on the flat
Oh I didn't see that bend up ahead
where will it end
Round and round we go
again
I feel I'm going
back
Heart pulsating think I'll have a heart attack
Stop wait
Breathe
deep
Remember it's not easy to look past but you couldn't not start you would stay stuck
Higher and Higher
The weight feels
lighter
I can see what was
holding me with lack
Take it in
shed
old skin
Refuel
there were lessons in the pack
Down
this
hill
lower
lower
should this be
heavier
and
slower
I need to find my way
going to 'crack'
There's a cave up now I'm scared can I
turn
about
No I've taken each step
so
far
Into the
dark
black lair
I don't feel alone no more
but this isn't the company I want to greet
Tingling sense
eyes
on my feet
Creepy feelin'
But go I must
forwards
Keep
believing
Stepping towards
the
light
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
Now here's a handy little tip I came across by chance,
While visiting the bathroom as a lad home from a dance.
I was a little worse for alcohol, so have to be forgiven,
For the odd thoughts that occur to me when I am ***** driven.
I was there to give my teeth a brush and stood in fear of death,
As I had to get some mint on board before mum smelt my breath.
So I loaded up my toothbrush and I’d squeezed a good supply,
When I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye.
Well, I turned around quite slowly just in case it was a mouse.
For I'd seen them in the garden twice, but never in the house.
I was set to do the pouncing stuff, but then was forced to laugh,
As my eyes met two big spiders that were trapped down in the bath.
While I stood and watched their climbing fails I’d built up quite a foam,
And I thought, I shouldn't waste it, I should spit it a new home.
So I climbed up on the bath tub rim and hovered like a dove,
And with those spiders as my targets - I would bomb them from above.
Well, it took so many efforts, I was aiming like a fool,
Which meant I soon ran out of ammo, so I climbed down to refuel.
So I spread my Colgate nice and thick and brushed away for fun,
Till I’d whipped another mouthful, for another bombing run.
And then at last I hit one, on the edge with just some dregs,
And I watched with glazed amazement as it paralysed three legs.
With just five legs to drag himself, he couldn't reach his max,
Then I hit him with a splatter bomb which stopped him in his tracks.
I never thought our tooth paste drops would do them that much harm,
But the effect on those poor spiders was as deadly as ******
The good news is, it sobered me, all that hanging over head,
And my teeth had never been so clean and both of them were dead.
Well this tip that I pass on to you, is bound to come in handy,
Just share it with your family and they'll love it more than candy.
You can save yourself a pile of work, catching bugs for tub release,
It will clear your house of spiders; clean your bath and kiddy's teeth.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
Once upon a time, on a road so long,
I set out a journey, singing my song.
With snacks in the seat and a map in my hand,
I felt like a king, ruler of this land.
The GPS lady, with her calm, soothing voice,
Said, “Turn left ahead,” as if I had a choice.
But I missed the turn, and she sighed with a tone,
“Recalculating route,” in a voice like a drone.
The miles stretched on, the road never ends
With no end in sight, just around the next bend.
I passed by cows, and fields of green,
And wondered if I’d ever be seen.
The fuel gauge dipped, the light turned red,
I needed a station, or I’d be dead.
I found a place, with a quirky name,
“Last Chance refuel,” it was part of the game.
The restroom key was a sight to behold,
Attached to a hubcap, rusty and old.
I did my business, and I grabbed a snack,
I hit the road, never looking back.
The radio played the same old song,
About a truck and a dog, it went on too long.
I switched to a station with talk and news,
But the host’s voice gave me the Exocet blues.
The sun beat down, the AC broke,
I rolled down the window, and started to choke.
On dust and bugs, and the smell of hay,
I longed for a shower, at the end of the day.
A detour sign appeared out of the blue,
“Road closed ahead,” what was I to do?
I followed the signs, through towns so small,
With names like “Puddle” and “Waterfall.”
I stopped for lunch at a pub so quaint,
With pies so sweet, they would make you faint.
The waitress smiled, with a knowing glance,
“Long journey, huh? Just take a chance.”
I ordered a burger, with fries on the side,
And a milkshake thick, for completing the ride.
Back on the road, with a full belly,
I felt like a hero, in my own telly.
The hours passed, the sun sank so low,
The stars came out, with a gentle glow.
I sang to myself, to stay awake,
And dreamed of the bed, I’d soon partake.
Finally, I saw the sign, “Welcome to Town,”
I cheered aloud, no longer a clown.
I parked the car, with a sigh of relief,
And thanked my God, for the journey so brief.
So if you ever find yourself on a drive,
Remember this tale, and you will survive.
With snacks and tunes, and a sense of fun,
A long journey’s end, is a victory won.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 12:51 PM UTC
Just a few more battles
just a few more ****** wars
then there I come my love
oh my love I'm coming home
All is done and dusted
her storm comes
her pride and joy
with arms spread open
I land soon to take off again
just a refuel and weaponry intake
then back to the black velvet
hunting my enemy down again
Sky lords so loyal
killers so invisible
so full of fight
and proud to be called warriors
I am coming home my love
many notches on my guns
but for one like me
it was a joy and much fun
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Sometimes I look at her and still think of home.
She ignited a spark in me and I had to stifle it:
wildfires never got me anywhere, and smoke lures the beasts.
Where do you go when you're posing for your demons?
What shadowless space is left in your head, inviting you to stay for a while?
I would think of her and they ran, still lurking but never touching, yelling from afar.
But a lack of refuel muted the engine and caused me to stutter,
things can only go so far when you're running on empty.
I learned to never regret but it's something else entirely,
walking through your home when it's empty and waiting for someone else to move in.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
Keep it to yourself
I yelled
from the top of that hill
slow down heart
be quiet;
be still
you beat & you jump
please refuel these old lungs
maybe not with that taste
I've become too fond of
like liquor
like ***
a name burns up my tongue
now I run
& I run
to the front of my dungeon
I tried burning you out
but my thoughts of you flooded
I'm up to my chin
drowning slowly
I see it
It just isn't that easy
to ignore what I'm feeling, seeing
I could not breathe when I saw it
& then it knocked me off my feet
like there were bombs
in my carpet
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
My life has become a series of fragments
seperated by cups of coffee;
stacks of dog-eared books fade
to lecture slides and surprise tests-
flash forward to scratchy nylon polos
and "please hold, Jeff is busy"
until the lights turn down
and I hit empty,
only to refuel with a lukewarm cup
of the house blend.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC