Best Obstinance Poems
I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas
I rise above the level into
breathable realms
I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable
I rise for the grace of the Father,
for the loving sacrifice of the Son,
for the Spirit, all Powerful, Ever-present,
All Knowing – I rise from man's mental
coma...from delirium of his lesser ego,
from estrangement of his physical-obstinance;
climbing higher, into loftier, far brighter reality
of being...
cleanly exalted, my consciousness purified –
I rise on frequencies of heavenly choirs...
throngs of worshiping angels welcoming, wings
fanning my once fuming soul – all the while
singing Praise to Christ, man's Conqueror Lord:
The slayer of Death; the Subduer of devils
and their throngs of whispering, shouting,
deafening demons;
I rise from out under the Master Liar...jealous possessor,
once Arc of God's Most beloved till Fallen...
I rise on a divine swell of compassion and forgiveness –
carried yet higher, on upward, surging tide of greater purification,
resurrected with Divine momentum...a soaring sea of expanding
spiritual freedom...
It is Easter,
as The Risen One anointed, so shall we follow
and rise!
“Glory to God
in His Highest!”
Categories:
obstinance, change, christian, easter, faith,
Form:
Free verse
"The Flipside"
We write
our hearts out
we pull
the catch back in
slowly,
they read,
we think,
too fast
swallowed
in the hollowed out
hallowed hearts measured
ounce per ounce
we write
our hearts out
stamping footprints
obstinance turning
ourselves
inside, out
stone washing
ourselves
inside
out
written on
lines
wrung out,
expelled
pegged left
hanging
right
left
without
missives,
no doubt
on the flip side
of eternity
gravity
grounds us
toes
touch the ground
neck and face
upwards
downwards,
still life
breathing
eyes watching,
reading, waiting
the mystery
we believe,
or, we sit still
debating
the earthly
volume
a boulder
pulley drawn
backwards
forwards
backwards
in quarters
we are quartered
like poetry
we are,
washed
in clouds
inside
out,
we are
on the
flipside ;
waiting
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
obstinance, muse, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
This life has become unbearable
Two ships passing in the night
For there is no greater loneliness
Than the loneliness of together
How two people can desecrate
Each other with such brutality
Two lives torn into tatters
Addicted as we, both to pain
It is easy to complain of suffering
To wallow in the agony
Hearts that beat so separate
Never again to beat as one
Dreamed it would be different
Not hollow, empty and dank
Not the life mapped by myself
Never thought I wanted this
There is no end to the bitterness
Those circles spin round and around
Trapped in a life so mundane
Feels there is no way out
There is still a part that hopes
Of a clear sky on a clearer day
To wrestle on with obstinance
Until I allow me to be me again
Categories:
obstinance, break up,
Form:
Blank verse
The Obstinate Lighthouse
It was off the coast of Newfoundland in the year of nineteen ninety six
A humble little lighthouse, against a fleet of mighty ships
Lights flickering in the night time and the Americans did say
Beholder of the light ahead, you are in our way
We are the USS Abraham Lincoln, an Aircraft Carrier, of Might
I demand you change your course to North, unless you want a fight
We are the USS Abraham Lincoln, the second largest ship
I have you on our radar screen, you are but a little blip
Cruisers and Destroyer’s, they steam along with me
A mighty fleet of war machines, do not mess with thee
Change your course immediate, move out of our way
Your obstinance annoys us, what do you have to say
The Canadian voice responded, you do not frighten me
I am solid and stand firm, like the mighty great oak tree
Saving souls is my work, here I stand like a rock
So open up your big fat mouth and insert in it, a sock
I am but a little lighthouse, I have no power to prove
USS Abraham Lincoln and the fleet with which you cruise
I am staying put, my friend, it is you that has to move.
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/the-obstinate-lighthouse/
18/12/2018
Categories:
obstinance, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet took a high-falutin' leap of faith,
amidst a big swig of moonbeams
dabbling toes beyond starry galaxies
Milky Way spun in translations
Pluto still looked oddly perplexed,
Big Dipper gave a smart **** grimace
wondering what the hell was
going on 'neath the stratosphere
when human beings can't keep
their heads 'neath ambiguous clouds
feet firmly planted ground level,
delving lofty heaven's bliss
escaping the wrath of hell's fire,
aggrandizing endless poesy that
absorbs sparks of a universal desire
never phasing sun's obstinance,
but, if you believe in poetry
there's no telling where
boundless skies will surrender
...and the man in the moon tilted on his axis in a
backward's spiral and unabashedly winked
Categories:
obstinance, adventure, allusion, dream, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
galing winds
wintry howling obstinance
~ canine ears perked
Submitted on April 14, 2018 for contest HAIKU, NO TITLES, THEME NATURE sponsored by MICK TALBOT - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
obstinance, anxiety, april, dog, spring,
Form:
Haiku
I have often seen perfidious faces
wandering through dark hallways
without showing any human resemblance:
ah, is it envy, ah is it jealousy;
or an unquenchable absurdity
that doesn't admit their open obstinance?
Unrestrained hate can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
and these demons must carry out the plotted massacres
to be satisfied with the vengeful evil inflicted upon the strollers,
no pity is shown while the flesh gurgles with blood and shivers!
What should be the right penalty? Face death, or remain chained?
Before pulling the trigger: are we aware of the consequences?
Each person is responsible for their behavior: it's an ample hatred
never quenched by vengeance to feed its atrocious thoughts!
Unrestrained hatred can turn us into unrecognizable monsters,
who loves others never commits horrible acts of madness;
hey, do you love your neighbors? Hey, do you say, " Good Morning "
to them and wish them joy through the day with a happy feeling?
Categories:
obstinance, anger, character, death, hate,
Form:
Lyric
I aspire for a flight of magnificence
though the words at times reek of innocence.
Yet striving to create a renaissance
in form which will not require penitence.
I boast of overcoming pestilence
in manipulating verbal reticence
to overcome loathing of quiescence,
which in a sense is the essence
of any poem of mental brilliance.
Aspiring to poems that soar in evanescence,
a luminescence of fluorescence in abundance.
The presence of acquiescence a deterrence
to obsolescence of obeisance in appearance.
The absence of pseudo credence and conformance
to the quintessence of acceptance of senescence,
in poetry, assures defiance of decadence,
and a deterrence of annoyance in articulence.
Yet the arrogance of old heads holds coalescence,
the decidence of some form’s discontinuance.
The annoyance and inconvenience of their defiance,
keeps their belligerence in convalescence.
Their exaserbescence akin to adolescence
in nature, they think obstinance is a virtuence.
© Sept 19 2010 Charles Henderson
4 th in John's Free verse contest
Categories:
obstinance, on writing and words
Form:
Free verse
I’ve already packed
Everything you need
For your trip, Little One.
“Yes,” she said,
“But I’ve never been
To Chicago before,
And I just might need
My old hairbrush
And this book I used to like,
And…” it all went
Into her backpack
I smiled then
And again later
As we walked the long concourse.
Steps faltered
And tears of fatigue flowed
Down my daughter’s face
Until a loving elder brother
Took the unnecessary burden
So we all
Could make our plane.
I shoulder my own
Unwieldy baggage,
And trudge with faltering step,
Tears of frustration
And fatigue
Rolling down my face.
I fail to acknowledge
That Father has sent me
Already fully equipped,
And I’m reluctant to release
My unnecessary burden
To the Brother who
Would carry it for me.
And in my obstinance
I just might miss
My flight!
Categories:
obstinance, brother, god, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Winged horses could not get me to do that
She says to me with her nose stuck up.
She can be prissy when she wants to be.
Trixie is in obstinate mode
I try to reason with her
But I am no match
For this particular strand of my imagination
Two seconds later she rides off to the Netherlands
On the back of a white winged horse
I resist giving her a friendly wave
Where do you think she learned obstinance?
Categories:
obstinance, funny, humor, humorous, muse,
Form:
Free verse
III.
Some claim that your sex is all in your head,
that you can change it at any old time,
gender is not bound by our biology,
it’s nothing more than a sure state-of-mind,
and so we see them, dressing up all weird,
demanding that we go along with their claims,
trying to say this will make it all better,
but nothing ever seems to ease their pain.
And given that forty percent of such folk
will eventually attempt suicide,
does it make that much sense to enable them,
or are we just setting them up to die?
And given how often it fades away
is it wise to encourage a change,
to watch someone mutilate themselves
when there’s a good chance it’s a passing phase?
Plus messing with hormones is a big risk,
what know we of the long term effects?
And when they’re given to confused minors
who the hell knows what will happen next?
How can we even let our children decide
to forever bind themselves to this fate,
children are stupid, their minds not yet formed,
different people at six and at eight.
With no experience of the real world,
no understanding of what is to come,
to throw in hormones and harsh surgery
To such a mercurial mind sure is dumb.
What happens if the ‘girl’ at sixteen
grows out of it and sees that ‘she’s’ a man?
Can you undo the hormones, bring back his parts,
or to that confused state is he damned?
It all seems to be a dumpster fire,
obstinance when the truth is too strong,
and you nobody even wants to ask
what will happen if we’ve got it wrong?
Categories:
obstinance, children, confusion, how i
Form:
Rhyme
In the castle of flesh and bones,
Held by the chains of antagonism,
She dreamt of freedom,
For he was who she was yearning.
On the door stood guard arrogance,
"I'm the best, you can't escape" he said,
She denied and he grew stronger,
What fed him ? Her ignorance.
He was defeated when she said,
"Yes you are",
Who was she ? Modesty.
Now who blocked her way was obstinance,
She begged him as he stood tall,
She wasn't ready to pay penance,
He didn't budge, he was tenacity after all.
Who came to her resque was compliance,
To escape, she had to make the call.
Her last nemisis was "Ego the dragon",
"You shall burn in the fire of humility" he said.
She was baffled as he flew higher,
She then said "what a liar!,
If humility was fire,
You yourself breathe fire".
The battle was now won,
To hold her back there were none,
With clouds she had to run,
Along the everlasting sun.
Categories:
obstinance, 12th grade, freedom, imagery,
Form:
ABC
Watching the clock I'm wary of time,
listening to words that mean nothing to me
If I could do better and take useful notes,
then maybe the lesson I could finally agree
It's no good to be different in Sex Ed,
what if I don't plan to date a man?
They don't talk of subjects I care of at all,
and frankly, I'm not really a fan
My BSF, only 16, calls in a panic,
within herself lies an unwanted child
Told to save herself she didn't know,
her late childhood is now defiled
These problems seem unique,
but don't be obstinance
As our schools only teach us abstinence
Categories:
obstinance, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
My name is Walter Eddington,
live in Maine with my wife and son,
own a growing timber company
way up north with vast tracts of trees.
My son’s name is Bruce, and one day
at age fourteen he came home to say
that cutting trees was an ‘evil’ thing,
what in the hell are these schools teaching?
I tried to explain how it all works,
how we must balance needs of the earth,
how we rotate where we harvest,
and then replant seedlings in mass.
That we were really big tree farmers,
that was how me made a dollar,
made no sense to cut it all down,
no future profit in barren grounds.
Told him of our thirty years cycle
how when trees grew that land was wild,
that managing lots kept out condos,
thought he’d think different if he did know.
But it’s black and white at age fourteen,
nothing but an emotional scene,
he held to the nonsense he was taught,
but his obstinance gave me a though.
The next day, while he was at school,
I did something some would think cruel,
went to his room, a point to prove,
all wood and paper I them removed.
All his posters and his bed-frame,
pencils and books, boxed that contained,
his night stand and desk, and paper,
when Bruce came home he was lost for words.
I smiled and said,”It’s as you like,
nothing made from a tree inside,
in truth, son, you should be thanking me
for saving you from hypocrisy.”
Now maybe I was a bit extreme,
but it can be hard reaching a teen,
needless to say, after all that
he never again gave my job flack.
Consequences stirred his growing mind,
he would think things through next time,
reason would balance out the young fool,
if it doesn’t, then time to home-school.
Categories:
obstinance, age, education, growing up,
Form:
Narrative
We learn to take our medicine
No matter what the taste
And follow doctor's orders,
Though uncomfortable, post haste.
Yet children have to be convinced,
For if the flavor's vile,
They'll try their best to fight it
Using obstinance and guile.
Perhaps a bit of bribery
Or trickiness might work,
For medical instructions
Aren't ones we ought to shirk.
So we must do what we must do
To get that dosage down,
Despite the knowledge we're the cause
Of grimace, grouse or frown.
Categories:
obstinance, life,
Form:
Rhyme