Best Stubborn Poems
He’s 85 and he says he isn’t going to die.
Stooped over very badly, maybe two feet shorter now
than he used to be in his prime
and walking very slowly with his cane,
he insists on opening his own doors,
saying this while breathing heavily.
He refuses elderly care and drives a car.
He tells us he is never going to die.
Two surgeries since Christmas (nearly dying on the table);
two visits to ER this week alone;
with blood pressure so low it’s fightening,
oxygen the lowest of the low,
a pancreas with blockage, unhealthy lungs
and a heart that seems to scorn
the pacemaker recently therein inserted,
he tells us he isn’t going to die.
He says he wants to get around
to working on his beloved stained glass projects,
but they stay in his garage,
for he’s sleeping more and more.
He says he wants to write his autobiography, for
his life was fascinating; he invented things,
started up a business and had his dream house built.
Always he said he would not die.
Tonight he’s in ER having a cat scan.
He fell against his bathtub very dizzy, then threw up
and finally decided to call the paramedics.
Doctors can’t seem to help him further.
All that they can do for him they’ve done already.
He told us lately he’s been having dreams
about the wife he lost a year ago.
I bet he’ll say tomorrow that he’s never going to die.
(Written March 3, 2019 about a man well known by my husband and me. This year he is 86 years old and working on his stained glass projects)!
I fell for a girl, with a heart so bold,
Stubborn and strong-willed, with a spirit to mold.
She'd argue and debate, with a passion so bright,
And though she'd drive me crazy, I'd love her with all my might.
Her eyes would flash fire, when she'd disagree,
And her words would cut sharp, like a knife to me.
But beneath her tough exterior, I'd see a heart of gold,
A loving soul, that was worth more than all the riches to hold.
I'd chase her, and she'd run, with a smile so wide,
And though she'd test my patience, I'd be by her side.
For I knew that beneath her stubbornness, lay a heart that was true,
A heart that beat for me, and a love that shone right through.
So I'll love this stubborn girl, with all of my heart,
And though she'll drive me crazy, we'll never be apart.
For I know that our love, is strong and pure and bright,
And with her by my side, everything's just right.
The day my life went so crazy
Was when I laid eyes on Daisy
She was an old sow
Who mooed like a cow
And drove all farmhands crazy
We tried to put her in a field
But sadly that pig wouldn’t yield
She’d sit down in her sty
And she wouldn’t comply
Her stubbornness would be revealed
I said Daisy you will come a cropper
The farmer will get you with a chopper
Daisy sat and chewed grass
And got mud on her a s s
Soon Daisy became quite a whopper
Old farmer Bill sharpened his knife
And showed the honed blade to his wife
He said it is time now
I must kill a fat sow
His poor wife just ran for her life!
The farmer went out to the shed
When Daisy saw him how just fled
She hid behind a bull
To escape a quick cull
I’m relieved there was no bloodshed!
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03/28/30
october leaf that
clings to its branch no fear of
death but the falling
The laceleaf maple's crimson organs fall
and scatter on the ground like shattered glass,
as naked shadowed fingers shade the pall
and Autumn days prepare to shout their last.
Now in the forest cling the stubborn few
whose tendrils rage against the Winter wind
- die proudly at the helm of fate they knew
the promised gift that nature would rescind.
Yet like the Winter rye on fallow fields
the leaves will sleep to feed the roots of Spring,
to celebrate the births that warmth will yield
and cycle of the promised gift to bring.
For now the Autumn winks its stratus grays
reminding us of past November days.
It was a shame to make them wait so long.
They had been at it for ages;
The crop-dusting, the vaccuum cleaners,
the tense smiles,
Laughter made them fly.
Though it was never enough and sometimes
shameful in polite circles.
Crying would often give way to great freedom,
That monk-like freedom, provided by a walk-in bedroom closet.
Unlike anger with its tauting of the muscles
choking all thought.
And then we arrived
With the sound of an odd-melodied bird
Arriving to ourselves in new gladness,
Stopping the pushing of those strange and stubborn wheels:
The wheels of desire, the wheels of tomorrow, the wheels of doubt.
Those strange and stubborn wheels
Will let us walk away.
A mule got a species change operation and made a real ass of himself.
I'm working on a poem
And it's giving me fits
I guess I'll have to work it out
Or just call it quits.
But if I call it quits
I fear what you might miss
So I'll just bow my neck
And pray it will make sense.
A stubborn fly defied all the warnings
She followed the corpse all the mornings
On burial day she followed it down into the grave
While she thought herself nothing but brave
But ended up dead without earnings
Mule kicked and bucked so high, its
hind legs seemed to reach the sky...
Suffering from many a thing, but vowed
to suffer war no more,
Soldiers differing with the stubborn
beast, learned to sit in peace...
One day …
I offered you a compromise,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
I offered you a get-out clause,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
You will have to stop and listen
And that is when of course,
Reality will force you to
Get off your high, high horse.
Nature Is Stubborn
See where its siblings are abundantly born
You will concede Nature is wisely stubborn;
On a parched desert that gives no reward
Cactus’s juicy, naked legs shoot upward.
Temperamental grass, like tresses or locks
Eke out a living breaking into hard rocks.
Corals quarrelling with coldness of brine,
Sprout under water flowers of dazzling design!
Nature breaks every manmade barrier-
Would man heat and thaw Iceland glacier?
Scientists to genes’ inclination they follow...
They alter organs, yet to hormones kowtow!
We can easily alter every corporal activity
We cannot successfully tinker with gravity!
JM
09th January 2014
Stubborn people just stumble on,
Without much hope of where they're going:
Useful advice is turned aside;
There's no one there to lead or guide!
They bemoan their lot, yet spurn what's good,
Sometimes to others they're downright rude!
Stop, listen, then fresh action take
To avert a critical disastrous mistake.
The King of love the Good Shepherd is,
His helpful words should not be missed:
Turn to Him, do this today,
Get on your knees, kneel and pray.
"Forgive me Lord for all my sins,
Please let your Holy Spirit enter in."
Then watch a transformation take place,
Through His amazing saving grace.
A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen.
She wailed, “When you will move,when!”
The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay
“Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.”
She knew there were phone calls to be made.
Plus,had to hang up a lovely,new blue shade.
Clothes to be washed,her hungry cat to be fed.
So~she with joy, jumped out of her poetic dread.
5/3/2023
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Roaring, rolling
upon the shore,
the noontime waves
curl, creep and crawl.
They rush with
forceful speed and all
against the stolid,
stone seawall.
They smash against
its boulder base
to shake and crack
its rocky core.
Exploding
as salty spray,
they splash in
the wind and fall.
They keep rushing in,
ebbing out,
for that's what waves
are after all!
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