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...

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"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...

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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...

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Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the...

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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...

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Poet took a high-falutin' leap of faith,
   amidst a big swig of moonbeams
   dabbling toes beyond starry galaxies
Milky Way spun in...

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galing winds
wintry howling obstinance
~ canine ears perked 



Submitted on April 14, 2018 for contest HAIKU, NO TITLES, THEME NATURE sponsored by MICK TALBOT  -...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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...But with no drink to bring them enjoyment,
more folks went down to the music halls,
finding relief in the soft swoon of strings
that echoed out from...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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