Long Mulish Poems

Original poem below...after the definition, found on www.google.com: 

"Full Definition of stubborn. 1a (1) : unreasonably or perversely unyielding : mulish (2) : justifiably unyielding : resoluteb : suggestive or typical of a strong stubborn...

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The first anniversary since being pelted...

with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021
sitting in the exact same chair
yours truly sat three hundred 
and sixty five days ago. 

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus...

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I was listening to The Naked Apprentice,
carefully,
cautiously sifting for any substance
behind mindlessly reactionary mulish gruel,
universally bullying
yet morally thin as frozen rain 
on transparent windshield.

He has the mechanical aptitude,
systematic rectitude,
academic attitude
of a tired,
hungry,
and pissed off mule.

I...

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Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus dreamt up bright idea
to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.

Rather than just hurl one at a time,
(she who unwittingly helped...

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Headstrong, with an ageless broken heart,
I erased the memories of childhood,
And painted them back in frail colors, blushing pinks,
Pastels like jewels fading from my trembling fingers,
Imagining a dream where there had only been fantasies,
Brilliant fantasies...

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Prior to pulled pins of broken promise and bartered bullets of pretentious plight,
We the people are forced to feed from the teat of foolish plans, scribed by ghoulish hands, feeding mulish might to the tip...

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The Dark Side of October

Late October moon is waking, through this cemetery shaking,
shaking as the cold wind breaking, walking ‘neath an old oak tree.
Stones like sentries undertaking, guarding graves as hearts are aching,
aching for the...

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Africa, can rise.
But that is only if we are ready to fight.
And to end our plight,
Our weakness should come to light. 
But Africans think is normal?
That our children under five should be dying of malaria.
But...

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Away from the areas of complete ad nauseam
As political cases grasp a zenith of their corium
To utterly saturate the airwaves with information
Each other's obnoxious and feeble description.

I'm fully aware, listening to the unrelenting billow
My musings...

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Now its purty well knowed that cowpokes prefer to ride a horse,
An' movin' pitchers show 'em astride prancin' horses of course.
But Hank, a cow-puncher fer many years ain't like th' usual pack;
He prefers to mount...

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Hee Haw, I Cried 
By Sy Roth

With a mulish hee haw, 
I wrap myself in my own divine comedy.
Commedia dell’arte path 
For a blind mercenary of his own fate.

An ormolu wonder stood before me--
Trees clad...

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the man within me  makes me who i am

he is the source of my being

And he controls my life and feelings

Spirit mixed with emotions and grieves

A Breath from the creator

On that faithful sixth day...

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while dreaming one afternoon about perfection
what else
the notion erupted that wakefulness is not
it's that simple
but what complicates matters
is the mania to compensate
for the perceived unperceived or vice versa
during which time the totality
is left abandoned on...

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while dreaming one afternoon about perfection
what else
the notion erupted that wakefulness is not
it's that simple
but what complicates matters
is the mania to compensate
for the perceived unperceived or vice versa
during which time the totality
is left abandoned on...

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What a load of malarkey I just read... 
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear.  The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle...

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I once had a friend iron-willed and rigid
she was uncompromising and stern
          everything carved in stone
she was single-minded mulish
       ...

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Phantom icons scratched on sterile walls
Where your spirit wrestles in anguish
Strewn upon the floors are the shards of yesterdays mirror
You…once castigated to remain pure in innocence
That zealousness now interned weights your pockets
Dwelling on the erudition...

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Tomorrow
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

A beautiful night..
Raptures delight
Light's shimmers bright
Fresh and moist is the air
A moon a blushing
the stars they quietly take their seats
the waves orderly cleans the sea
everything sync together
to make another day
which GOD has made.
See it...

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Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain 

 
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of...

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I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme. 
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression? 

In swearing truth say why your...

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Sweet is equally sweet to all mortal tongues, 
Choice morsels sate all men's starved pangs; 
Brilliant sights of plenty charm every eye right, 
And friends against foes for shinier spoils fight.

Why then do many in...

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WHEN GOD CHOOSES 

Who can be against who God chooses
Who can council the Lord God Most High
He does what He wills
Fear not, just be still,
To His will all men must comply

Who can lay a charge...

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Before morning sun was dressed for the day, 
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage, 
cargo ships before the engine was pulled 
from the womb of modernization

Before...

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Trouble, trouble stirs the wind
ghastly ghosts rise and ascend
	warty toads croak
	vile spells are spoke
witches’ covens evil intend

Burbling, gurgling cauldron hot
with purple vein, red blood clot
	virgins hopeful eyes
	fear and dread belies
throw them in and stir the...

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Waiting; 
Oh, how one waits.
 
We are always biding on some pardon.
I wait for you, bee, in the Spring of my lifetime
to absolve this affliction and pollunate the secret garden.
The locked garden we clammered for...

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