the one whose heart centre is closed
head over heart, actions hard nosed
ego in focus, soul asleep
yet to take the consciousness leap
they too will rise becoming wise
truth of love and light realise
but for now our life paths diverge
which in timeless time will converge
near death experiences
compel us to relook
at our beliefs
take the case
of Eben Alexander
hard nosed neuro surgeon
with his cortex fully severed
he yet returned healed
speaking of angels
love alone is real
is the message echoed
hello! is humanity listening
Having formed an opinion
we become a mere minion
before ego, our mind closed;
dweller of darkness, hard nosed.
Childlike innocence pious,
shifts to an inbuilt bias;
our judgements oft negative,
becoming soul's narrative.
Breath by breath, we live and learn,
to make still mind-body urn,
choosing always throb of love,
of grace that pours from above.
21-October-2022
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers listen
through touch,
they become deeper, more blunted,
a vibration of mallets.
Frown the brow,
push the plow
make music drive a steamroller.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders, and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
comes a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing a blunt pathway
into cramped 19th century streets,
where in the absence of safety barriers,
all but one turns a deaf ear.
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
plows a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing its trenchant path
into the cramped streets;
where in the absence of safety barriers,
a defiant deconstruction
has begun.
opinionated
stubbornly unique
determination
some say old school
wizened and wily
unpersuasive
immovable
often hard-nosed
antiquated
obsolete
intensive
old-fashiioned
antique
common
me
Plenty is forsaken
Before
Serenity is Awkened
Vehemence of flames devour branches
Fire's wicked lick strikes long bark skirts
Devastation ashen flattened unrecognisable
Has a seemingly insurmountable task
Charcoal spurs awakening of tiny children
Stubborn sprouts assert their need with a shove
Koalas discarded crawl tentatively back to snack
Goannas gratefully lap at ash powdered puddles
Great Southern Land is a Lady on a mission
Renowned for whole hearted hatred challenging
Hard nosed creatures created to recover, resume
Their calm rightful realm of red stemmed growth
Abundance is given a great chance in our Autumn
Eucalypt wave flags of ever shifting resilience
Terror of fire has no existence in their ambition
Vibrant tiles of lime tickle black yesterday's belly
18th August 2020
Written for Contest: Serenity Awakened
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
In a small town of 800 the lonely town where children never sleep
Hardly can anyone imagine them ever being sweet
Some are bullies, some rob, steal, some brake windows
Others are found juvenile delinquents breaking into condos
Adults and political authorities
Sanctions rules and laws just for the youth minorities
These hard nosed children keep breaking them curfews
Rebellious youth with incurred huge transverse views
The disorderly town children fight and riot
No wonder these rebellious cretins are sleep and so tried
Small town of 800 this lonely town where children never obey civil laws
These Town Children Delinquents breaking juveniles
9/14/19
Sponsored by:Julia Ward
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
plows a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing its trenchant path
into the cramped streets;
where in the absence of safety barriers,
a defiant deconstruction
has begun.
Hello world
I'm not a follower
Unless you're trying to serve the Lord
I refuse to compromise
It's not my way, it's not your Way
To abandon an often extreme position of our attitudes
Uncompromising intransigent the oppositions
An intransigent attitude not an absence
Qualify the refusing to change our opinions or behaviour
World I'm adamant,
Devil, I'm adamant that you're bullheaded hard-nosed
Guess what, what right is not wrong
And I won't be listening to your noise-songs
Guess continually I'm gonna be...intransigent
I'm unrelenting, unyielding my cadence to these this unruly audience
I stand Affluence Conscience
Yet still, in my defence,
I refuse to compromise in sin I'll ever stand an intransigence
7/21/19
3rd Place placement in the contest
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
I'm warning you:
don't come weak
I'm telling you:
don't come lame
I play on the hard diamond,
so don't come with no softball game
I'm a hard-nosed ballplayer,
I don't mind some dirt being kicked in my face
'Cause I'm gonna come back hard charging,
and with fear that smug look is gonna be replaced
Natural born gritty truth-teller,
that's what I am, that's who I be
Step aside if you're in my base path;
if you don't wanna be in a world of pain,
then you better start doing the math
How much time do you have
before we collide when I get there
How much impact can you take
when I send you flying feet first up in the air
I play on the hard diamond,
so don't come with no softball game
I play to win every time always,
so take a number and state your name
Should I ever be down,
and it looks like for sure I'm gonna lose
There's no quit in me, no sir,
got a tough-as-nails ego that don't easily bruise
So take your best shot,
take your very best swing
Show me what you got
on this hard-to-hit offering
So take your best shot,
'cause you're down to your last swing
You've been losing a lot
to this flame throwing hard diamond king
Headlights cleave
Thin vapoured weave
Hotblack top
Cooked and stopped
Slice through air
Tendrilled hair
Steamy swirling
Ballroom whirling
Sweaty, surged, pressed
Hard-nosed crest
Closing behind
All but forgotten
Red-light gleam
Dimming, dimming
Weather’s dream
If that's what she did,
than trust me,
you're not under a lid,
she flipped it-
added pressure to admit ...
Characterization of the limitless,
shindig-less,
hard nosed,
pencil printed,
breaking of embarrassment,
getting others to care less,
but you never got to see the cherry list-
it got burned before the internet,
you should have had a little fit-
...before a big one,
and then another,
or just got a gun,
one that works hard to make you jump and run.
She's not in love with your hugs!
She's not entangled with you at all!
She's estranged to leave with mud and guck and-
maybe one nut-
but who's counting,
you're just as dumb...
Hard edged (unreality) you face away from my immediacy (candour eschewing) inimically you parody, offering as nice the complexity of ''vice''exploiting even nature
(as voyeur and narrator) your intention anethema to the nations,
as you coerce ''your creation'' encouraging over consumption,
with a hard nosed gumption, yet my God who is greater
is no longer willing to be a waiter!sickle in hand he is walking his land,
with the sun as his shadow is this (One)
to be Hallowed..!
Foolish little girl
Makes a naughty mistake
Treats those hard nosed
With a blizzard
Take a peek
That shameless smirk
Turns upside down
Twigging what she’s lost it
No one identifies
Ludicrous
The miner
On a pile of black gold?
Don’t outshine
The dim light in the dark pool
There not worth
To polish that shoe
Now shake off:
That gold digger act
Can’t last so long
Don’t wait for life to react
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