Best Rigidity Poems

And now as I hold her near
I turn and draw the bedroom curtain
She made what she wants so clear 
She's going to get it tonight for certain
I'm to be a raging bull 
and ravish her not in a shy way 
I'm to drive her into...

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Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell
she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones

of her past laid out, splayed out, another story
playing out, can feel it in her bones,

his voice burrowing in, deep beneath skin,
a cold blade digging in,...

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Our grandson who has Huntington's Disease has been going to physical therapy for a couple of months now at our local hospital. Huntington's Disease is an inherited brain disease that came from his father's side of the family but it can crop up in families...

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Open my eyes on a bloodshot morning
The champion strains his leash
He's howling in pain, but he's howling in vain
The lights on Love Street are red
Tension mounts in my flesh
The rigidity of perplexed anguish 
Turgid in my purple soldier's head
Veins popping, striated muscle pink and warm
I...

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Lifelong companion why do you cling to me 
ever so stubbornly like an old scar 
Shadow of ignorance, oh how you loom 
making me feel threadbare and alone.
Deaf leopard of my existence,  
why do you not hear my cries ?

Your rigidity has me searching
for...

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Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be...

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Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.

Strong in my...

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There is nothing weaker than water
But none is superior to it in overcoming the hard,
For which there is no substitute.
(Laotse, "Nothing Weaker Than Water", Lin Yutang, trans.)

That weakness of mind and body overcomes strength
And uniting co-gentleness overcomes uniform rigidity,
No Yang does not know;
No yin can...

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It is the unsettling feeling of uneasiness, the unseen
Presence that quickens your pulse rate, are you being
Watched, what lies in the darkened hallows of the
Black shadows?
Why does the whispering wind scream beware, into
My inner ears consciousness, making the blood 
Within mine veins run icy cold,...

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Self knowledge equated to the encyclopedia
and perceived facts, products of personal reasoning
the efficacy of thoughts should not be questioned
and assumptions simply made real and absolute

Typical of such a thought stamps on convictions that
the banana and plantain are the same
a superior race surely exist
leg size has...

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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered from a falling heart but by casual lips;
attraction, pressures the...

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I wanted to write something different
Perhaps a little unorthodox
See from a new perspective
Something outside the box

This box is the king of all cliches
Cure for unimaginative thoughts
I'm trying to be more creative
By getting inside the box

What's wrong with thinking inside it?
It's not let me down so...

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I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought
	The twenty acres alongside the highway
		On the east side of town in 1956,
That seemed so quiet then, unimportant even.

A piece of ground where horses had been kept for years, 
			Though I’d never noticed them there.
Rough wooden corral...

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Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself? We can have in thought. Then it...

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As I watched some bread fruits fall, 
I thought of friends answering heaven's call:
Like flowering plants were the youth and rigidity- 
Of these gems full with virility.
But in the sudden wake of a season
Appeared the ghoul to lead one into death's prison.

I bemoan the day...

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