Best Importunate Poems
It is not the music,
for one knows it in the heat
that rises from a cool miasma,
sardonic, self-igniting--
the one that ravages and never warms,
consumes, and cannot care.
Cold flame is of another art, and passionless.
It is the counterpart of a humanity
that gasps at loveliness
but grasps an aged, trembling hand
and cannot understand a trembling deity
which would implore and not demand.
It is a danse macabre...
there is no peace in pretense, for
it smells of fear, the while
its nourishment is truth.
It strikes through speaking
through closed hands and open hearts.
It makes of war and gentleness a home,
an irony, and often even does it
arm in arm.
And how importunate, the lead
who dares to ask of poverty
a share of its insolvence--
knowing greed is corporate,
while sacrifice is of the self alone.
To find it set apart for lesser goals,
it lies and gathers slippery sides,
setting off solutions for another day;
the night shall have its queen!
For she is Paradox
who sweeps across the room.
In gracious rule she covets,
blesses solitude, and ridicules its joy.
Hers lurks behind a mask
of beauty and romance;
the skin is putrid, the conceit
is infinite.
Hers is the blood that feasts
upon itself, that beats
upon a tympanum within--
its cadence to the dance
forever incomplete.
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Categories:
importunate, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
My childhood
Limicolous nomic but limpid or propper,
Hard lines limb, non violent and passage stopper,
Vegetarian, nonchalant, compliance or observant,
Prepotent prepositor, jannock jangler and importunate copper.
Metoposcopist, mettled, nonplus politer or politic,
Demonstrator, protagonist, receiver or a fair way to chopper.
My childhood, credible, conceivable or appreciator,
Sagacious, replenish, reprobator and republished hocker.
My childhood was a joker.
Categories:
importunate, devotion
Form:
Limerick
Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection
Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction;
Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light
Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight.
Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect
See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect,
The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights
My request inside, my importunate yet buried plight,
Turgid notes I play, to insist granting another day;
I for one can hear a Seraphic call when I pray,
But forgiveness that is not ordinary my only asking;
Allow me then to palaver you with the daily tasking.
Beg? No I shall never do such a wasteful thing;
For my disdain shall undo a most beautiful sting.
Standing before this fuliginous pool of speculation
I see him stand beside me, and ask for my invocation.
Categories:
importunate, faith, introspection, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Subtle, heart breathes in
Catch a glimpse of heaven's face
Spiritual wanting
Warming light beckons
Signal the rider, scoop'em up
While Cimmerians bleed
Bless the ones who ride
Angels at their side give speed
God fulfills the need
In that lofty lot
An importunate wish be
Call next upon me
Inchoate sins speak
Ice mars the surface of men
God perfects it then
Raise of the hand comes
The signal, the nod, for me?
Yes son, please, just ride.
Categories:
importunate, death, faith, philosophy,
Form:
Haiku
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
Categories:
importunate, character,
Form:
Concrete
Hope to stand by her
Till my words turn comforting whispers
Let her guess
That my wondering quiet stare
Is coz am stricken with panic
For I soundlessly fell for her
Trouble her sleep, let her dream of me
Till I feel the softness of her touch
Let her know how I feel
For am restless of this importunate heart
I loved another, now love no other
Let her stay with me
Till she rids me of the devil in my shoes
Let her wait for me
Till I pace on the verge of success
Let her smile
Till its only her on my mind
By Oswell
Categories:
importunate, first love, for her,
Form:
Light Verse
It’s such season. Even during those long and gray rainy days,
in the drought under the scorching sun, and in the storm that visited with the great flood; the bad seed sown in the springtime holds out till his hour has come with teeth clenched, it took the root in the ground deeply and clutched the high wind with its body, limbs, and twigs. But now, time has grown, and it has turned into red to ripen. And fallen onto earth with decay.
It’s the time of end with so much in need of need. For a flag of evil
torn by an abandoned wind has lost its way, and importunate vindictiveness
fades with the fallen leaves which were writhing on earth that grows harder
with the last breath to find a place to dig, nevertheless, there is not even
a drop of water to wet the chapped lips; nevertheless, no one comes
to help close the eyes which are out of focus.
It’s the wretchedness in the rain. In such a solitary hour that even
the setting sun lost its glory. The torn evil flag was going with reciting dirge
to blaspheme God, demolishes the thickened clay wall, struggles desperately,
and set down the coffin of the sorrowful vindictiveness.
It’s the season of tragic Hellenic mythology. There is no way to fill up
the space between wall and wall, and sick fallen leaves tramps through
the other fallen sick leaves, and the sorrowful maternity has to strangle
her own born child to death.
Nibbling a displeased fruit the rain is falling
and the fallen leaves under the foot are collapsing.
Categories:
importunate, anxiety, imagery, sorrow, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Before that day splashed everything with light
I played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
Or etch your portrait
where the spindly sparrow fly
looping your beauty with the breathless sun
We watched them
fall like shattered diamonds
once from a window battered
with fragile
dreams
of tomorrow
And you said they were our prancing children in the water
Little Shangos you called them, and we kissed
In passion, filling love with lissom lilacs of laughter
For life was an eternal summer then
Winter was barred from where it had never been
Barren landscape scarred by the lecher, not the sun
Shrivelling petals and prayers, lynching the hearts like trees
Barren
and scraggy
shredding the eye
Brambled
fingers clutching sky
Tolling voids of air like a crucifix
Self important because of the importunate
Castling citadels of calamity against the hearts fear
The wind exploits the calamity of leaves
Only a shell of sultry shadows was left
And I bereft
Tented my exultation
To wait your coming again
And the annihilation of pain.
Clouds are drifters of the sky, I am enfolded in cerulean blue
Dark indigo of heart on the promenade
Children feet splashing the frazzled dry of sand
I shriek like a gull slant against the wind
Where the splashed sand grits the eye
Summer seas are all of winter's tears rinsed in light
Itinerant birds frolic here: innocence excited emits delight,
For lovers are children
Too trusting uncarefully
Undermarcated wrong or right
As summer splash them like sprays
Glinting the eye Where the starving eagle plays'
I slant away to reminisce alone.
Categories:
importunate, lost love, lovesummer, summer,
Form:
Free verse
translation from Russion
"God keeps the ships,
God keeps the ships,
and will bless us!"
Alexander Grin(the great Russian writer)
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Ira, I so am tired!
I know - you too are tired.
Ira, both of us have got tired,
Because of the importunate dreams -
it is too disturbing,
Because of the disappointments and losses -
it is too painful,
How we can rescue us
from the uninvited thoughts
and the curious eyes?
But, my dearest friend, believe me, please -
There are many good songs and poems,
Which tell us that the world is fine,
And the bride, Spring, will come again.
Sometime we shall float on the white ship
along warm sea from all our problems and troubles.
The seagulls will laugh,
There will be many flowers and fruits in a small southern city.
We shall find there our good success,
Ira, believe me, and remember the words of A.Grin:
"God keeps the ships,
God keeps the ships,
and will bless us!"
Categories:
importunate, song-
Form:
Lyric
Schiff picked up the phone receiver again:Pelosi, your idea's great! The pizzas paid off! The gofers all rolled back! And their hauptman Mutt Gaets vanished, purportedly calling for a press conference.
Pelosi: Uh, pizzas paid off? and pizzas packed off those pitiable party poopers?
Schiff: Ah! Yeah!~~~
Several minutes later, hearing out Schiff, well in relief, Pelosi responded: Sure enough, to a tee pizzas as rusty as stool hoopers suit rusty storm troopers. By the way, none of these guys intended importunate stay?
Schiff: A few die-hard (accurately no more than 3-4) did intend to hold their positions at first, but the successive departure of the vast majority and the hauptman's long disheartening absence dampened, depleted and finally ruined their effort to hunker down. Too long overstay will avail them nothing except mounting embarrassment.
Pelosi:Mutt Gaets, a bluffer who wanted to bluff out a blockbuster only to bluff bonanzas of bloopers out of himself and his spear-carriers. A limerick for these poopers:
Storm trooper in name, in action party poopers;
Pizzas like poops, the perfect pooper-scoopers.
Enjoying stuffs stale and stiff,
who cares watchdogs' snap and sniff?
Blockbuster busted, bucking up all its bloopers.
Schiff: AH Haha haha~~~~~~~
Pelosi:And now you can resume your hearing process, eh?
Schiff:Ah, yeah! We'd soon come back to business. Thank you, Pelosi! Pelosi:Ok! Good luck with your proceeding, also, safe and sound for all the hearing participants. Goodbye, Schiff!
Schiff: Bye-bye!
Deep into midafternoon, inside and all around the SCIF, calm and order restored. Schiff and his colleagues set to resume the deposition with Laura Cooper after a security check, though about five hours behind schedule.
Categories:
importunate, irony, satire, slam,
Form:
Do not hate
Fate is too importunate
May attack even late
26.04.2020 Chttogram
Categories:
importunate, hate,
Form:
Haiku
Life
the stage name of struggle
so many injustice there are
though apparently justice comes
but many times as JUST + ICE
many peoples struggle much
but successful shining sun never rises in their planet
invisible eclipse destroys
all dreams of realistic life
yet the true hands of hard workers
importunate after the shining sun to win........
18.05.2020
Categories:
importunate, life,
Form:
Free verse
You drew the full moon on the canvas
You showed me the shining bright sun
You picked for me the beautiful roses
The flying butterflies brought our coffee drinking moment
Yet, time makes a busy platform to be separated physically
It was dawn when I started to fly
It was dawn when my flight of life was crossing the horizon of time
Far away, now, thousands of miles
But dusk is an importunate accomplice
Yet, the sunflower starts the day seeing the rising sun...
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Categories:
importunate, life,
Form:
Free verse