Best Intransigent Poems
The folly of the fight
These four walls; such contemptible and wretched creatures-
mock me, taunt me, deride me as weak and worthless.
I am shackled to the two evil twins-Misery and Myalgia.
As I wrestle with my afflictions, I throw tantrums-like a feral beast
charging towards the drawn sword.
However...I succumb to the inevitable.
I sense the folly of the fight and submit,
although-unwillingly to this intransigent,
auto-immune disease.
How do you fight an enemy entrenched in your marrow?
This enemy is urging me onward on this death march,
and it is unrelenting in it's insistence.
Death, at times, feels like a release of sorts,
but I could never indulge myself in such disgraceful folly.
The pain is intractable, inscrutable, but...
I soldier onward... until the end.
August 07, 2020
John Derek Hamilton
Categories:
intransigent, body, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave
and Loving Poetess Linda/PD
I’m roaming around in search of you
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel,
Your ubiquitous fragrance…
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real.
Where are you my midnight flowers?
My hope crumbles, I’m so consumed
Hold me close in darkness,
Show me your beauty, I’m so petrified
You are my inspiration, my only guide.
*****
Through my essences and fragrance
I hide under the most intransigent moon
Gazing of natural beauty and bloom
Come hold the pleasures of the unknown
Desires so tangible, you'll lurk every night
Above all, touching the night sky
When the lure of any commodity rises
I am there, awaiting the touch
Your eyes foil my soul, in blush
Perfumed by the redolent night,
--I seed to please you--
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Second Place
-more credits goes to my ever loving sis-bff, number 1 inspiration,
the super talented, also my forever most fave poetess, PD/Linda
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Judged: 9/2/2015
Sponsor: My greatest poet and ever loving collaborator, PD/Linda
Aug. 16, 2015
Categories:
intransigent, beauty, flower,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
The battle between body and spirit
Housed as I am,
in this earthenware vessel
I witness,
the raging between body and spirit.
My mood- sullen and morose,
a telling sign-
a flashing indicator-
pointing to a weakness in my will,
a slow debilitating decline in my convictions-
indicating a buttressing of my resolve-
is urgently needed.
This paroxysm has been a body blow,
and my spirit is reeling.
I am cloistered, incarcerated now these three years,
having served a portion of my sentence.
What is my crime?
These four walls,
such contemptible, wretched creatures-
mock me, taunt me, deride me
as weak and worthless;
but I know better!
I am shackled to the two evil twins-
misery and myalgia-
myrmidons- secret agents of the devil
serving at his pleasure.
Hell-bent they are on a wicked crusade
raping and pillaging the golden storehouses
of my treasured faith and hope.
Sacred vaults protect my integrity,
my zeal is still intact.
As I wrestle with my afflictions
I throw tantrums-like a feral beast
charging towards the drawn sword.
However, I succumb to the inevitable.
I sense the folly of the fight and submit,
although-unwillingly to this intransigent,
auto-immune disease.
How do you fight an enemy who is
entrenched in your marrow?
This enemy is coercing me on this death march
and it is unrelenting in it's insistence.
The gates of Sheol* beckon to me to enter,
I resist the clarion call, although the gravity
draws me ever closer to my sealed fate.
I see visions of paradise, here on earth,
where pain is no more,
and all suffering is a distant memory
until eternity erases it from my mind.
Unfortunately, for me,
looks like I'll be taking the subway,
instead of the train to paradise.
December 17,2018
For Misery contest Edward Ibeh
*Sheol Hebrew for the grave.
Not hell as a burning place of torment
as is commonly taught and believed.
Categories:
intransigent, evil, faith, health, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
Categories:
intransigent, love,
Form:
Free verse
On my own terms my life I walk brave,
setting the course on the pathway I pave.
Nameless probing people uncalled, I descry
break the fence of protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice my persona they try.
I don’t reply.
Their footprints I follow, they want with pride,
abandoning me for what I am on the wayside,
to exist as a mute formless entity dormant.
Caustic comments they make of me being adamant,
my character traits make on them negative impact.
I don’t react.
In my heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions struggle to rise from the unfeeling debris.
The good done to me I don’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of their love bloom in me, I keep under shroud,
porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate.
I don’t demonstrate.
I will do what I do at free will until I finally sleep,
even if you all call me a deviant black sheep,
for life for me isn’t to fit in your measurement.
I would be me intransigent.
______________
April 30, 2023
Contest : Character Traits
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
Categories:
intransigent, character, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
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 the inflexibility
of calcified recalcitrance.
Stags, horns locked,
dying on an empty stage
bleach-white bones
rattling in an unfelt wind.
©7/14/2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor
Categories:
intransigent, age, change, youth,
Form:
Free verse
But who washed her in pains
That her tears, soil to drain
When innocent mind blots in grief
Affliction that is intransigent
The mystery that brought tears
To His hands she await in fears
But as sun kisses her naked eyes
Drained her pains, heavenly friend
As the drip passes fluids to her hole
To her daughter she smiles
Agonies of her absence in loneliness
The nakedness of the truth, she will know
That today is the time since awaited
And the kiss of the sun again
From the glass pane of the window
The gentleness of its touch
That, of course, is the heaven dew
Eyes now brownish, date given now due
In gentleness, she closes her eyes
In tears, her daughter knows she’s gone
Categories:
intransigent, cancer, death, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Elegy
THE POET MEETS THE JOURNO
All right, so I introduced you to each other,
She, sotto voce, with sweet piercing alter
Ego and intransigent integral and inviolate
Laws, you with your collection of newspaper
Cuttings of riots, strikes, and the dialectical
Alternative: mottled eyes and the poor man’s pudding
Of truth, flavoured with salt fish loneliness.
In the dim furls of the watchman’s banner
The night was just ending, so go to it -
Discern why I separately loved you.
As I make my way home by myself,
The pure gold of my honourable gesture
Will shine like an Indian summer on a child,
Be meditation for your spirit on our silent spring.
By Rosemarie Rowley
Published in IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin, 2008
Categories:
intransigent, celebrity, conflict, courage,
Form:
Sonnet
Evening Panorama
When the moon is intransigent to a gloomy cloud
Stars filching to stare the horizon
Sparkling luster luring across the sea
Lunged me to stroll along the seashore
Hear the wave’s commotion
Offshore to see slowly vanishing lamp light from a fisherman’s boat
Some nocturnal species tending to be gregarious
Envy of a fishwife for darkness captured her fisherman’s heart
Beside me is an old lighthouse
Pirouetting the pulchritude of the sea
Luminous as a pathfinder for mariners
Showing panorama for such piscatorial area
World-weary, I indulged into stargazing
Starry-eyed that evening to the starlight
The visage of a departed loved ones
I yielded to cease being awake to the whooshing sea waves
Honorable mention to Laura Mckenzie's Beyond Nightfall Contest: 3/20/2010
Categories:
intransigent, inspirational, life, love, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Surrounded by four walls.
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
In a quiet moment at the end of the day
sometimes I pray. Alas my heart
is enveloped in inky darkness.
Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence,
of children desecrated,
women raped,
men killed by other men.
I flee my loathsome house,
merge with mindless humanity,
in streets displaying their dirty linen,
intransigent in their cacophony
of indomitable bellowing ululations,
until I reach the quieter periphery
of the endless town.
The night is ebbing. The first rays
of the rising sun touch a silvery dome
reflecting its rays straight into my eyes.
Instinctively I shade my face
yet the light persists. Is it a sign?
Could there be hope for me?
Perhaps there's sense in creation.
So I close my eyes and pray.
Fiction
Categories:
intransigent, depression, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
A smile, a wave and goodbyes were exchanged
She said she would try to remember the good times
After the misery they had endured
He replied he would seek the silence of the night
It had been an amicable parting
They had loved each other deeply
He thought they were a good match
She felt in her heart this was the real thing
But as luck would have it
Up jumped the devil when they began living together
Their personalities clashed fiercely
Soon, they realized it would come to no good
She was intransigent in her views
And his ego could not stand her arrogance
Of course, his ego was no child that could be tamed
Nor his brusque manner tolerated
They said that if their union was made in heaven
It could very well have been forged in hell too
They didn’t yell too much at each other
But the animosity was there
It had reached the point of no return
After a short while they stopped touching
Separation was the only solution
A sweet apple turned sour, an expectation rancid
Love comes seldom
Hatreds become frequent
After a while, affection became difficult
Love needs affection not discord
It behooves the lovelorn to think maturely
Is there is compatibility, sincerity, honesty
and understanding of each others' feelings?
Are you ready to let it all die
in one giant scream of silence?
Love consists of many intrinsic small things
Like comprehending that obstinacy unnerves even the sacred,
Tolerance is next to saintliness
And true love is not so easy to achieve
Categories:
intransigent, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
My love is an intransigent being
Though I love him more each day
I'd love him even more though
If he let me choose my own life's way
He tells me that he loves me
I tell him how I care
We love eachother dearly
Though theres something hes unaware
For all of those lovely kisses
And for all the lovely hugs
There is always something lingering
The thought of foreign drugs
Though his thoughts are somtimes subtle
Or thats what he likes to think
The thoughts are always there
And push me to the brink
My love is an intransigent being
though I love him more each day
I'd love him even more though
If he'd let me choose my own life's way
Categories:
intransigent, love, me, love, me,
Form:
Wanted to touch the fluffy white clouds
But realised it is unattainable.
Wanted to fly, but was bounded.
Mollycoddled in fantasies and fairy-tailed world
Went to delve them out
Found them only fallacies.
We're moving in islands
Thus dwindling in realities and white-lies
What's hidden behind the smiles
Tragedies, predicament, dilemma, tears
Might change tomorrow:
No consistent facts........
Everything revolving in 'ifs, buts, exceptions'-
'Even-thoughs'
Life's like an ice-cream
Steady yet soon melts
Exists, but gobbledygook existence
In the intransigent seasons.
Categories:
intransigent, life
Form:
Free verse
That day before I crossed you
I saw the Thames
Where Wordsworth stood alone
To pour his heart upon the wave.
And I open mouthed wondered
By the banks
Of endless history
For ever intransigent
On the Thames eternal transience.
And then I met you
After the bus
Had traveled miles beneath your tide
We looked back
And there this brown expanse
Of water wide
As the eyes could see,
Too brown to be a natural sea
I questioned your identity
And with a certain pride
My guide replied: "The Danube."
And I saw for sure
Tchaikovsky's peaceful waltz did still endure
But something more
A greater depth of human history
Buried under mud.
Here is where apart both still meet
All the earth in one retreat
One kaleidoscope of time
Through layers of cindered years
Burnt not by flame but heaven's tears
Through igneous fortresses and lime.
Here is the salt older than my blood
Here is the soil ancient as my flesh
Into rocks composed, I am superior mud
To all this to terror to my eyes
I am the king without my paradise
Did some slaver from these banks
Of tired wars slipped out to bay
To join the new crusaders ranks
Conquistadores guilty of Africa's decay?
I seem to see their shadow still
Moved by a tidal malignant will
Bringing the Caribbean rim to tribute
Before Urals and Caucasus and brute
And here my silver, gold and dream
Rose in the darkness like minerets
And from the chimney stacks did scream
The curse of islands and blue islets.
The years are gone, their burdens gone
Above each tide I sing a vestal dawn.
Categories:
intransigent, history, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
Categories:
intransigent, holiday,
Form:
Free verse