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I contemplate endings and beginnings, as the globe turns much more times than my
Better chances have burned, I feel eternity's intent to smaller or larger affairs is
Almost democratic In it's indifference, also i pick up inferrance of certain change
Yet life & death are quite unmoved, still intransigent binary bedfellows trencher men
Swallowing our life's days nights efforts, in what cause? The cause of freedom? the
Cause of consumerism? One thing I feel it cannot be for love' or honour; or equality
So if its none of the above what can we gain? What do we count as gain? Division?
Derision? Knife crime tension fear, we have the one parent familys the children in
Pre school all day, women at risk at when alone; prolific drug use, the hostility to
Creation and God' The stifling of free speech? We have all these as part of our reality
Yet more is required it seems' to redress the balance? Or should that be
Imbalance.?
Whether you are autumn sun or monsoon moon
is not much significant for me now
Will you stay the same in your intransigence
or you will turn a receptive river
that is the point, she said
Now you exult you love me and I you
Just as the breeze fondles the dense forest
Though I am an atheist and you a dogmatic Hindu
Will still the moon be shining as we move ahead
Along the road of snow and sun,she sounded doubtful
How can I shun my faith
Though we are in deep love
Isn't it weird in my wings both love and sadness flapping
River or hills which I should prefer I am not sure
I said while my chin on my knees
Rocks reek intransigence so do mountains
Boasting their grey insolence
Scoffing at the accommodating plains
Just look at the sugar maple calling the sun for shadows
Do they hold an intransigent rock as faith
She sounded logical
Come let’s be a receptive confluence of two rivers
Pruning the garden of our thoughts and beliefs
In consonance with the changing time and its changing values
Nothing including the sun and moon is absolute
She was assertive
I looked at the contour of a girl in the lake
Afternoon passing into evening
A flower closing its petals
An ambulance toward the hospital
Sounds of dew setting out
Not an iota of intransigence
21 July 2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Midnight Flowers
by: Leonora G. and Her Most Fave
and Loving Poetess Linda/PD
I’m roaming around in search of you
Oh my darling, I’m feeling blue
From gloaming to midnight, I truly feel,
Your ubiquitous fragrance…
‘Though elusive, I believe you are real.
Where are you my midnight flowers?
My hope crumbles, I’m so consumed
Hold me close in darkness,
Show me your beauty, I’m so petrified
You are my inspiration, my only guide.
*****
Through my essences and fragrance
I hide under the most intransigent moon
Gazing of natural beauty and bloom
Come hold the pleasures of the unknown
Desires so tangible, you'll lurk every night
Above all, touching the night sky
When the lure of any commodity rises
I am there, awaiting the touch
Your eyes foil my soul, in blush
Perfumed by the redolent night,
--I seed to please you--
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Second Place
-more credits goes to my ever loving sis-bff, number 1 inspiration,
the super talented, also my forever most fave poetess, PD/Linda
Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Judged: 9/2/2015
Sponsor: My greatest poet and ever loving collaborator, PD/Linda
Aug. 16, 2015
I walk my life on my own terms,
setting the course on the pathway I paved.
I see probing faceless people crowd uncalled,
break the fence of protected privacy, try to pry,
asking incisive questions shredding my persona,
I don’t answer.
They want their footprints I follow compliant,
abandoning me for what I am on the wayside,
and exist as a void formless entity impersonated.
Caustic comments they make of me being obdurate,
on the manner I behave, extremely odd to them,
I don’t react.
In my heart mired in the quicksand of harsh time
emotions struggle to rise from the unfeeling debris.
Things good done to me aren’t acknowledged loud,
buds of your love bloom in me, I adore unexpressed.
Porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate,
I don’t demonstrate.
I will be doing till the end what I do at will,
even if you all call me a black sheep,
the intransigent me.
Written : July 19, 2019
February 13, 2020
Contest : Strand Select N, Any Form. Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
When my breathless body returns to the earth from which it came,
Let it be known that I tried,
In the face of damnation,
With the manacles of propriety digging deep into my flesh,
And the corpulent greed of the contumacious seeping from every open door,
Let them say that I tried,
Inside this strident existence that we call our own,
Where the fastidious prey on the guileless,
I just wanted to be a luminous beacon of intransigent truth,
A munificent solace for those In need,
I just wanted one zealous moment to make a difference,
And as the remnants of me powder and dust into the soil in which I lie,
Let at least one person say that my life was worthwhile,
That my existence was heuristic,
Because if I am to become just another sorry loss,
An echoed memory only deserving of a sorrowful after thought,
Then what was it all worth,
And more so,
Why then would anyone else bother.
Because if we cannot make a difference,
Then I would rather not be remembered at all.
I contemplate endings and beginnings, as the globe turns much more times than my
Better chances have burned, I feel eternity's intent to smaller or larger affairs is
Almost democratic In it's indifference, also i pick up inferrance of certain change
Yet life & death are quite unmoved, still intransigent binary bedfellows trencher men
Swallowing our life's days nights efforts, in what cause? The cause of freedom? the
Cause of consumerism? One thing I feel it cannot be for love' or honour; or equality
So if its none of the above what can we gain? What do we count as gain? Division?
Derision? Knife crime tension fear, we have the one parent familys the children in
Pre school all day, women at risk at when alone; prolific drug use, the hostility to
Creation and God' The stifling of free speech? We have all these as part of our reality
Yet more is required it seems' ore will redress the balance? Or should that be
Imbalance.?
Holes Within The Holes
(nautical in nature)
A hole in the dark
The ship sank apparently
Unseen or something paused
Passed briefly through a lightning strike
Perhaps there was no ocean
Or hole in the ocean worth noting
Being it was dark
No witnesses, no survivors
No evidence between the flashes
So what is there between the light
Was there a floating box of dynamite
A cannon sitting intransigent at sea
Where a sun drenched sky was not
Above, so clear the missing sky arrives
Hangs out wireless above the awkward
Over water, a soup made of smoke is fog
Less tangible to the touch when landing soft
Drowning becomes a mystery
A blanket of saltwater, sprinkled with people
Alive or not about a floating box perhaps
Was this just a juxtaposition to the mist
What can be said about a ship
Drifting in and out of memory
Underlying the surface stands a sandless beach
Holding the ocean with a shore line incomplete
In contemplation, in contempt of land and masses
Cast out, stretched on a string to pull it all together
Perhaps an evaporated puddle formed at first
Or invisibility came to call before the birth of oceans
Between the space that serves serenity or both
A hole within a hole within a circle
In the dark where circles form
Where mushrooms have no names or rooms to call their own
Because there are no places left to grow amazement on
Worlds with no corners rotate through space
They form smooth edges with opinions razor sharp
Sink in the middle of the oceans agitation
If only they were strong enough to lift the fog
Into boxes safe and sound much larger than themselves
Sandless beaches make good company
For ships lost below the surface shallows
Wondering how they got there in the first place
Holes inside the holes inside the circles
Sunk to the bottom fall about
Deep in thought about tomorrow's questions
Of holes inside the circles hollowed out
On my own terms my life I walk brave,
setting the course on the pathway I pave.
Nameless probing people uncalled, I descry
break the fence of protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice my persona they try.
I don’t reply.
Their footprints I follow, they want with pride,
abandoning me for what I am on the wayside,
to exist as a mute formless entity dormant.
Caustic comments they make of me being adamant,
my character traits make on them negative impact.
I don’t react.
In my heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions struggle to rise from the unfeeling debris.
The good done to me I don’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of their love bloom in me, I keep under shroud,
porous sensitivity absorbs all the feelings inarticulate.
I don’t demonstrate.
I will do what I do at free will until I finally sleep,
even if you all call me a deviant black sheep,
for life for me isn’t to fit in your measurement.
I would be me intransigent.
______________
April 30, 2023
Contest : Character Traits
Sponsored by : Angela Tune
When the mind is intransigent,
it sees what it perceives to be true;
and only believes what it sees.
This skepticism is human nature:
yet all is possible with God.
Some people hesitate
to explicitly define their beliefs:
for fear of being mocked or shunned.
Our personal experiences
enable us to define good and evil.
But when we pray to God,
we are spiritually comforted.
Friends and family are integral
to a healthy spiritual life.
Our egos are fragile:
we need a sound support structure,
should self-doubts attack us:
over failed dreams, low expectations,
and meager accomplishments.
Do not forget: you are a soul,
don't allow doubt to be
your tormentor and destroyer.
I see a leaking dame;
I see a weakened wall;
I see a once great partition;
Once strong, now compromised;
I see a melt-down of common sense;
I see a once firm now cracked foundation;
I see steel gates hanging from loosened hinges.
All of these protectors have been breached,
with intermittent steps, serpent-like cleverness
and subtlety, with one denial and revision after another,
allowing contaminants that are polluting our very souls,
blinding our eyes, waxing our ears, and silencing our voices;
withholding the wisdom from of old that we had been receiving,
resulting in a shortage, a drought, that is preventing us from believing
as we once did, assuring and certifying that unless we are awakened from
our rhetorical preoccupation with the politics of variant persuasions, and our
deep and prolonged sleep of distraction and indifference, we shall surely be lost along the path of the road to deception.
O God, may we be thoroughly awakened to behold and execute your business and not continue with our own 'business as usual'. May we realize that you did not bring us through the wilderness to look, to believe, to think, and to behave like Egypt, but to take our stand, engage the intransigent giants, and inherit the promise land.
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