Best Inflexible Poems

For years and years
I lived the curse of all women

A woman’s work is never done
That is, never finished
The more work I did the more work...

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Moment by moment
         day by day,
         year by year.
...

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Another moment goes by, another monumental stride
day by day, year by year wind-borne dreams
cascade amongst perpetual memories, gifts of light
that penetrates through the windows of...

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Why is it the intransigent
find the intransigent
to be pigheaded, willful,
inflexible and pertinacious?
Engaging, as it were,
in an endless “tug-o-war”
neither side allowing
for consideration of 
the fallibility of...

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The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass.
There is no need to stretch or change our way.
We know the flavors here; the only task:
ensuring it...

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War if fought by those who have firm ideas
By those who are inflexible
Those who have never lived on the streets

We stand up to set the...

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(Another childhood poem)

A pamphlet file in green metallic
thrusts through neon antinight
its cornered self, harsh in glare.
Piers of five-tiered fingers --
shelves -- extend beyond,
in series: a...

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Specter of a Hero's Tortured 
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to 
sacrifice self for others...he 
believes not in himself but his 
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible 
determination...

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(The rehab of a supervisor)

My eyes!  Saturated
with industrial crap, eventually
to intoxicate what’s left of one’s
bewildered brain.
My sight!  Shackled to the
delusion of corporate inconsistencies,
when...

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Alchemy

What process need there be to make
of broken things – the real?  Great
sorcerers have failed, formed molten
monuments to greed’s glory.  I, poor
peasant that...

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Dozing before take-off. Patients etherized and unable,
Evening  spread into the distance
Silly solitaire cards spread on pull-down table. 
I  hate toves with  imagined...

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Dummying Up
              by Odin Roark

Once mannequins rocked.
Utilitarian heroes propped up
Behind steering wheels,
Windows,
Doors,
Even...

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Fear of God, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem, Miedo de Dios

(The second and fourth lines of these quatrains all end in the same rhyme, a...

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DNA at odds, fashionable inflexible jeans tad too tight

             © Harry J horsman...

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I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece
I never asked to be the morning trumpet
in the troubled town
or the prophet clown
that would be scorned from...

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