Budging Poems | Examples

Purify

I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels -
That’s caked from years of trudging.
And soak these wounds in orange peels -
To persuade scabs into budging.

This bar of soap, my sword of choice -
Will slay bruises that have haunted.
Replacing aches with citrus’ voice -
Who soothingly tunes the daunted.

This plunge of water, warm and welled -
Will calm my anxious weather.
And put to rest thoughts that rebelled -
As I bathe in crystal summer.

Grand Welcome

busy bumblebee
                                  budging the baby blossoms ...
                                       bathed in yellow dust


                                  high pitched buzzing blows
                              unflagging brilliant blond wings ...
                                     grand banjour to spring



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Eyes Out Sockets For Budging Pockets

For the unusually bulging pockets,
Eyes pop out of their sockets:
You’d think their owners had been handed lockets
Or once again America remembered rockets!

A Mechanic whose wife floats a versatile saloon
Funnily welcoming customers with balloon; 
Perhaps, the contents of his pockets
Are to end up in a handful sprockets
Or in his wife’s interest hats feathery 
And bags or shoes leathery …

But can he have made all the money
Or a part of it the sweat of his Honey;
Fewer cars now willing to break down
For a paid servicing by Mechanic Brown.

Empty Defeat

I gaze into the eyes of oblivion, 
it stares back at me with contempt. 
None of us are budging a brow to blink, 
for our pride is at stake. 

We sit opposing sides of a sterile void, 
tiring from the tedium of this task. 
Wondering who will move, who will flinch. 
Who will lose. 

The bags of sand that weigh my weary eyes are starting to quake.
As they are about to close, I finally see it. 
What I am looking at. 

It approaches me to smother me as I finally close my eyes. 
I feel its cascading breath, I am finally face to face with Oblivion. 

I open my eyes teary with defiance, but only to be face to face with 
Nothing.

Birds and Seeds

I received a bag of mystery seeds in the mail
I didn't know what to do with them so,
I took them outside to be sorted out
When some birds swopped down, grab 
The seeds then flew away, three days later
Some giant birds flew in my yard an sat
Suddenly,they begun to tear through my flowers
As if they were looking for something
I recognized two, from their feathers and markings
But their faces had turn into something horrific
Big budging eyes an growth covering their faces
They had turn into monsters from eating the seeds
If humans had planted the seeds to grow food
They would be ugly monsters to

Politicking Change

Politicking Change
By: Tom Wright
8/7/2006

I will not reshape my life
Just because the voices seem many
Who clamor for my metamorphosis.

Though their motives may have merit,
My thoughts and actions will not be subjugated
By the status quo;

So please, don’t ride through my life
On your white Charger Indicating to me
That yours is the “fits all” answer;

My life has been sprinkled with those
Who have thought me to be hard headed,
Stubborn, or strong willed, and outspoken.
Perhaps rightly so;

On occasion,
I have been chosen as a voice for those 
Who would refrain from speaking?
I sought no accolades then,
Nor do I make apologies for those times now.

And oh yes,
My comfort zone exists
Because that is where I opt to be.
And when its moving day and the van arrives
If it has some man’s name on the side
I’m not budging!!!

Love You

Time to greet or maybe meet

There is a time I could tell
Time for me to go to and smell
But I was budging the gates of hell
So how was I supposed to tell
Unless the bell rings out as well

As I can’t just keep kicking time
Nor never ever have a rhyme
And if I could then I would
Just stand here like I should

As time means place
But place is time 
But we both found our own Stime 
To stop and start and make it better
So that we both know each other

Like we sent a love letter

DAMO x

America's Longest Government Shutdown

Both
Sides
Stubborn
Not budging
Washington impasse
The government shutdown drags on
While the furloughed and unpaid federal workers suffer
When will the captains of complacency in Washington finally end this madness?


Date written and written: 01/21/2019

The Key Got Stuck

The key got stuck inside the lock
Securing our son's door. 
We turned and twisted but
It wasn't budging anymore.

The locksmith took a bit of time
But finally arrived
Since we were, from that entrance,
Most annoyingly deprived.

He nailed the problem 1 - 2 - 3
(The cylinders were jammed)
And now the door is good as new, 
Just waiting to be slammed.

Emergencies are costly -
That we really can't debate
And that is why the bill's
$143 (dot) 88!

She Hangs From the Beams

She hangs from the beams from way up above, 
Sways not making a sound,
Patiently waits to be noticed by me, 
Patiently waits to be found,

With sun pouring through the hole in the wall, 
Pouring all over her torn,
Her beautifully dark, broken down clothes, 
Her clothes that she had once worn,

And she looks straight ahead, not budging her stare, 
A smile escaping her cage,
A smile that’s not even meant to be seen, 
A smile that hides all her rage,

And I sit, all alone, watching her hang, 
My beautiful obedient slave,
My black and white painting of love on the wall, 
In my studio, my office, my  cave.

My Grand Mommy Says

Who wants to know when the War of 1812 was fought?
All hands are up; every kindergartener wants to know.
Who wants to know who invented robotics?
Two kindergarteners’ hands are up.
The others are on their bouncy ball chairs,
Not listening.

“Would you like to hear a story?”
The vote of hands is about half and half,
 so I read to one half, and my counterpart plays an 
Alphabet game with the others.

Kindergarten makes up their mind, and
There is no budging it, no changing it at all.
“My mommy says that all men are stupid.”
Really! How delightful to be espousing this so early.

“My grandmommy says that all white people are mean.”
Being white myself, I could feel insulted, but I don’t.
“What would I have to do to change your mind about that?”
“I don’t know,” the little five-year-old girl admitted. 
“What’s a white people?”

It’s going to be fun now, I doubt I’ll have to change her
mind, just give her the sorted truth that her favorite
teacher is now her enemy.” Too late, Grand-mommy, I think. Too late.

Written May 2, 2018

Yearning For Something Tangible

I want someone to trace the angles of my body without judging 
Touch very scar like I’m precious 
Deal with my temper without budging
I want someone to look into my eyes and see my soul 
I want them to look at my wounds and still adore me
I want them to know that I’m someone worth loving 
I want them to lust my body and love my mind
Love me without boundaries 
Love me without thinking 
Love me tenderly 
Caress my heart with sweet words
Love me although I’m far from pure
Hold me dear to their heart
Just hold me to convince me you’ll never leave

Judging You

Judging You

Some days it just don't matter
the choices that you're choosing.
Cause it's not really up to you
if you're winning or you're losing.

There's someone waiting in the wings
watching what you got.
Telling you the things you are
and all the things you're not.

You step up to the plate in life,
you dare to take a swing.
Turning to the one you love
they didn't see a thing.

Not budging while their judging you
it's been that way for years.
They turn away not much to say
ignoring all your tears.

Somewhere lost along the way
at someone else's whim.
You can't find what's left of you
cause all that's left is them.

You pray someday the sun will shine
and somehow they'll be able.
To see the difference you have made,
what you bring to the table.

Pretending never ending
it don't matter, you don't mind.
Never knowing never showing
all this time that they've been blind.

Edwin C Hofert

Faith Without Work

Things will fit better 
if you first bother 
to measure.
Follow through
on what you ask
God to do.
I do not blame 
God who has
blessed you with 
a brain, insight, and a will
to make it plain.
Progress 
Requires care
A little footwork.
A little "Elbow Grease". 
Should always
accompany 
your prayers.
If your creator 
seems distant 
he is waiting 
for you to put 
some "motion"
behind your 
E-motions..
Go and become 
a steward 
of your own 
blessings.
What you ask 
God to put 
into motion,
"claim"
You know, all that 
"faith “and no work....
and you…
Not budging,
while waiting on 
"change".!
Well: let that be the reason
For things staying the same.!

The Hardware Man

I walked into the hardware store,
A place I’d never been before,
And knew that I would surely find
Exactly what I’d had in mind.

The narrow aisles were like a maze
Which led to crowded wall displays.
The owner, deep in heavy schmoozing,*
Left me to my own perusing.

Finally, I earned a glance
And asked him if he had, perchance,
A drainage trap or some such thing
To catch a slipped-off wedding ring.

He pointed to a set of shelves
(I guess we had to help ourselves)
And then went back into his chat,
Not budging from the place he sat.

The whole time I was on my search
He prattled from his counter perch,
Not caring if I would prevail
Or even if he’d make a sale.

I found my prize, he named a price
And handed me my merchandise.
His goodbye smile said, “Good for you!
You found it, like I knew you’d do!”
 
*conversing

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