Best Resilient Poems
Being broken into pieces by repeated defeat,
I was knocked down; heart skipped its beat,
The last hope was vanished; no signs to succeed,
Failures had drained all my energy to proceed;
People, with their own delusional notions,
Concluded that I was left with two options;
One is to stay defeated; other is to give up,
No words of motivation to pump me up,
While brain was falling prey to naysayers,
My heart, still had its unhappened prayers,
While body was breathing the defeat song,
My heart, still wanted to prove them wrong,
Overcoming setbacks with infrangible heart,
I stood up; rushed for a positive journey restart,
Conquering hurdles, running an extra mile,
I proved them wrong; walked away with a smile....
A rose climbs high on lattice bare,
Through morning's warmth and evening air
Its tender vines reach ever wide,
Yet thorns defend where petals hide.
It braves the winds, it weathers rain,
Through night's deep hush and daylight's strain.
Each leaf a witness, each thorn a shield,
Guarding the beauty it's yet to yield.
Through seasons change and time's decay.
Its colours deepen, come what may.
With petals soft and roots held tight,
It gathers strength in fading light.
Each bloom a promise, forged and true.
In hues enriched by trials anew.
For roses know, when fierce winds call,
Their truest beauty grows through all.
Not in the calm of sunlit grace.
But in the storm's unyielding face.
Each bloom a testament of fight,
A flower born from darkest night.
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Written: April 6, 2024
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We dwell in the sanctuary of slumber.
Where stars fade away, light may encumber.
Oh, the comfort found in weak rays of light.
Do they disappear quickly as a passing night?
Fireflies dance upon the summer's veil.
As winter jar embraces me, I stand pale.
Gazing at horizons, seeking a distant light,
Does it seek me, too? In the depths of night.
It softly murmurs, filled with a deep desire.
An intricate interplay of destiny and attire.
Does it hunt me down as well?
It behaves as if it were a mild wind swell.
Keeping hidden tales from the light.
Articulated with precision and clarity.
Seasons, adorned with heavenly sight.
Nature's pattern was weaved into parity.
In hues of gold and crimson blaze,
A symphony of beauty, nature's praise.
Whispering gently, my name echoes.
Through the corridors of time, it flows.
A melodic refrain, gentle and sweet,
In the realm of echos, our souls meet.
Bathed in a light embrace,
Reaching optimum grace.
A speck emerges, sudden and small.
Darkness that outshines them all.
Oh, that ethereal glowing
A strange beauty, perfectly flowing.
Gravity, oh, how it strikes, high
With a force that no one can deny,
It hits adamantine, with all its might.
A power that holds us tight.
I was ready,
I was there…
They stood me up,
They didn’t care.
They left me standing there!
But now I am good,
Now I am fine.
I’ll do this Open House another time!
Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.
Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved trauma.
Hopefully many of us
have also had the experience
of forgiveness
and saving ourselves
from sins of dis-integrity's future
because someone shared with us,
in some effective way,
that nothing
is always your autonomous fault
If only because
no organic creature,
anthro or otherwise,
is born
or can survive
radically autonomous
from non-ego centers.
Personal identity
follows interpersonal
ecosystemic individuation
developmentally
causally
healthily
and effectively.
I hear healing opportunity
in this responsible
yet not solely authoritative
both/and way
of ego/eco-consciousness
As well as traumatizing risk
of denial,
too cheap self forgiveness,
too easy hiddenness
of our secret
most private
feelings of guilt
about harming another
Both intentionally
and without malice,
accidentally.
A woman's reluctant decision
to abort may feel unresolvable
between angelic health optimizing desires
and demonic win/lose fears
and angers
As might
her reluctant decision
to buy a gun
and several ominous rounds
of deadening ammunition
To protect herself
and her children
from traumatic demons
at her flimsy door
Not considering
her lack of experience
with braver win/win angels
hoping to reassure her.
Therapeutic angels
may also wait,
curiously
and impatiently,
outside that same door,
searching for health's
most wealthy bell
to dispel
shared dark shadows
In-between silent demons
we abhor
and sacred angels
we redemptively adore.
BOTH BRILLIANT AND RESILIENT
I went along even though she wanted to rule
She forgave me for being such an ungrateful fool
We both thought we had settled the score’
She got a boyfriend and I got a whore
She crossed the proverbial street by design
But I crossed the god forsaken line
She did what she did due to a hormone
I did what I did because of testosterone
It was a game of tit-for-tat and all that
I cursed once more with a tip o’ my hat
Her only solution was retribution
But I didn’t need her nor her absolution
She was clever but I was mo**er fu**ing brilliant
Women get weary but us men are resilient
What counts is being able to bounce right back
And not lose what you have and find what you lack
she was no saint but I was a sinner
And as it turned out there was really no winner
I still remember the day a bolt of lightning split us apart
Yet she will always be a part of my tear stained heart
© 2011...Phreepoetry ~free poetry!~
Let Haiti be absolutely free
Haiti is the father of Freedom and Liberty
Haiti is the first nation to forever ban or abolish slavery
And the slave trade in the western hemisphere
And in the world
The first to practice absolute equality
Among men and women on this sphere
And throughout the world
Stop meddling and interfering detrimentally with Haiti
Leave Haiti alone to be absolutely free
Haiti is the first nation to dig up and plant the seed of freedom
For the world to unfortunately follow with pure hypocrisy
Haiti is the first country to denounce false democracy
Haiti is the first leader to choose martyrdom
The first oasis to defeat colonialism in the Americas
Haiti is where was born the first buzz of jazz
The first beat and cry of “We Shall Overcome”
Haiti is the first country that they tried to betray
Haitians are the first unsung Heroes to die for Liberty and Freedom
Thanks to Haiti that many people are living free today
Since Haiti had spread the incense throughout the world
“Live free or die; Freedom or Death”. Leave Haiti alone to live
They made Haiti poor, undesirable, dangerous and unsafe
By supplying weapons to knuckle heads, teenagers and youngsters
They damned Haiti with crazy terrorists, thieves, bandits and gangsters
In daylight, they tried to push Haiti down the steepest cliff
Yes, they robbed, looted, poisoned, and they miserably failed
To dwarf, to kill Haiti and his noble dreams after numerous invasions. Leave
Leave Haiti so Haiti can be Haiti, let Haiti swim as Haiti pleases
Regardless of what one hears
Haiti is a nice piece of land with smart and proud Nègres
And brave and valiant men and women with small and big toes
Who will fight and shed blood, sweat and tears
To defend Haiti Chérie. Give justice to Haiti by any means
And help Haiti getting rid of the ungrateful criminals and the vermins
Haiti will underwhelm, rise and rise again in the Caribbean Seas
Because Haiti is peaceful, patient, lovely, adamant and resilient
Haiti’s children are watching and they are highly intelligent.
N.B. By the way, Nègres like ******* is not offensive to us, Haitians, however, ‘nizzers’ is insulting.
Copyright © November 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.
But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?
Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar lack of boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.
Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
"I too am a WhiteMale"
no awkward discussions needed, really.
And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
"I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color"
Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?
And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.
Flight of the vaporous clouds,
moving at speeds unfathomable—
like these thoughts...
entangled in dead branches
longing to be free—lusting after
the deep blue of the night sky—
trying—flying.
I flee not from my sorrows,
I flee not from you,
my love...
I fly in these vapors,
entranced by change.
I believe our souls caress
Transformations
in every fullness and waning
of the resilient night.
Individual monotheistic health
hungers for
and,
in regenerating return,
gratefully feeds
polytheistic
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
neuro-social wealth.
The resilient warrior
Always fought her way through
Never gave up
Set her sights on what she had to do
What courage she had
Always willing to do her best
Rising to the challenge
And striving for excellence
There is an important difference
between being accessible
and becoming more engaging,
engaged,
engage-able.
To access support and resources
for health care giving
and wealth care resourceful receiving
is not nutritionally sufficient to resiliently
resonantly engage
As non-violent access
to absence of rage
is not peace enough to fully engage
So too,
access to eternal love,
timeless truths,
polypathic wise ways
and polynomially balancing bilateral means
does not, for most of us,
fully engage with Earth's cooperative interior voices
speaking and listening,
widening and deepening,
outing and in-ing,
outside and inside
Yang and Yin
ego and eco-sourcing
resourcing
pre-sourcing
un-sourcing
anti-sourcing
revolutionary engagement
evolutionary source enabling
health-wealth access
with every day
every body
every thing
every relationship
multi-dependently embracing.
Access to bicameral deductive thought
and inductive feelings of interdependent resourcefulness
and isolating despair,
as outlined by ethologist Julian Jaynes,
and all textures and hues and cries between
Mother's warm wet womb
and YangHere with YinNow
Is not resiliently sufficient
to resonantly engage bilaterally resilient co-investments,
as taught by Edward De Bono.
Just as access to a lover
is not necessarily sufficient
to fully engage those thoughts and feelings yet unknown,
undisclosed
for lack of trust
we will be GoldenRule treated
by healthy wealth of compassioning WinWin care,
Aware
of interdependent relational space,
accessible to sight,
but also inter-related time,
engaged through deep listening
networks of interdependent historical and cultural causes
evolving toward this engaging ego with eco-effect
for healing and toxic causes yet to follow
through future inaccessible regenerations
We actively hope will be at least as health engaged
as is true
and trusted
with and for
and of Earth's interdependent inevitable moments,
YangHere further accessing
YinFlow past through future
engaging Now
Ego EcoSourcing,
CoPassions multi-laterally Here,
personal space ecopolitically engaging
relentless public/private health care time.
To life, and all the hangers-on
Who’ll endure when the others have gone?
“We will,” hissed the cockroaches
“Don’t forget us,” squealed the rats
Ah yes, the rats
The idiom kings
“Rat race”
“Fight like cornered rats”
“Like rats leaving a sinking ship”
“Drown like rats”
Except for that last one
You guys are resilient
Shores of sand, stones and rocky outcrops
weather willingly the welts of tide, wind and waves.
Eroding away, absorbing, expunging the rage and torrent
A rope-a-dope clinch in the tight, belittling the fight,
Slipping the sand compliant back out again in the breaks
like mundane changes in bed linen.
No fuss, no bother, it's just how it's done.
Rocky headlands and outcrops absorb the force
of raging waves by smashing the energy into foam.
Seaweed loves the push, pull, twists and turns
holding fast resilient, yielding to and fro
No fuss, no bother it's just how it's done.
Oh how I wish I could stand sure like the shore resilient
To absorb the bile and back-lash,
to support you, and stand sure when you need it most.
When your tribulations get deflected onto me
When I can only offer support for you, not a solution.
No fuss, no bother it's just how it's done.