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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
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
All Rights Reserved © SILPIKA KALITA
You are meaning to my life
Your eyes
Your smile
Your voice
Your priceless look of scepticism
It's a dream in reality to me
With you is love and friendship
With you is a grace to be more
I'll proudly journey life with you
Now is the strength to take on the world
Here is the capacity to decide the fate of all oppositions
All because you are mine
I might have had my first human love, but you are my one true love
I look forward to the moment I'll put gold on you as a covenant of commitment
I can't wait to have your price paid
To adore you is my desire
To make you fufilled is goal
To love you is my life's duty
I give all
To one who owns all:
My Joy and
Hope, Strife and pain,
all do i
loan to him to
bear them on his wing,
Soaring through
the claws of the cloud,
Barging through,
Hailing the wind by
her name: que
que, que que
que que que
He says, magneting
to himself
the voice of
the wailing cloud,
Making it
Ooze sweat as
If scolded by the sun.
Measuring
the path of
the firmament.
Treading the
path of the dark
Vague maiden sitting
Opposite the vast
Universe.
On his way,
He meets the persian
Prince whom at
His word flee
like a bewitched
leopard. Nothing
stays him for
his word rinse the
dirt staining the
mood of the orb.
Bearing farther,
He met himself
laying my complaint
before himself.
Then a package
given in return,
Packaging
Confining
Adjusting
Replac ing,
Removing
Adding on
Bringing it
Closer and closer,
To sooth my
matter, heal my wound,
Bless my heart,
Cream my skin,
Take my case,
Make me praise,
Mending my sole,
Prune my grapes,
Feed my eyes,
Bless my life
Returning is he,
Nothing to hold
him Back. The
Oppositions
are now in
Dispositions.
The atmosphere
blows strange, all
air dressed range.
Success Shuddering
Towards my path.
Joy returning with
the climate:
The couple flowing,
Glowing, taking
with themselves
all that can serve
me right. The
Joy hastening
towards me,
waves around her,
weighing her out
of Balance.
Almost to the margin,
To set her feet
she staggers,
Almost to fall,
I: Mouth agape.
Will my Joy be stayed? :
Hatred behind her,
Striving to have
her pulled down,
Like a weak wall.
Almost falling
Is he, crawling now.
Hatred: almost catched
up. But woah!
A greater wave,
Stubborn than the
former, crippled the
former, had her
own a wheel chair.
And now whuuuh!
Crossed the margin,
Yea my Joy,
Bore by my king.
Welcomed home.
18: 01: 15: 14: 56
Dear Eve and not so much Adam
over writing The Clitoral Monologues,
Love your book.
Just one suggestion,
expand your entitlement to
The Clitoral-Penile EcoPoliTickle Dialogues.
Feminist to feminist monopolizing monologues
make merely OK theater,
at best, the first feminist nurturing ecopolitickle opera,
if you were to also become gifted with writing songs
and choreographing exotic clitoral-clitoral non-dueling dances
Your wisdom becomes more cooperatively powerful
on an eco-policultural
co-arising dipolar
neuro-sexstemic therapeutic stage,
clitoral yintegral
with penile yang-poignant thrust
of regeneratively co-passionate revolutions
Our wisdom nurturing anthropocentered
co-empathic health caring selves,
reincarnating evolutionary predators invading receptors
into hunters loving gatherers
of weathiest wise polarities
transubstantiating holariously nonviolent
politicklish co-passions.
Strategically repositioning
the only mono-longing
Sex Business as usual
is a competitive Mine-Is-Bigger Game
with a wealthier Win/Win Clitoral-Penile synergy
of wiser transgenderal politickling co-investments
in healing bipolar oppositions
with dipolar appositions
Like Adam v Eve
reconceiving Adam/Eve
Yang/Yin
cobinary transformations.
CORNUCOPIA
Let's eat sweets complete
Thanksgiving pies, yum! fruits, nuts, cakes
Unloose belts eats, more. . . .
S-some
W-watch
E-everyone full
E-everywhere-
T-talks
P-people
O-ordinary
T-truly
A-angry
T-towards
O-oppositions
P-principles
I-ingesting all edibles
E-everything
As I rise from the table
I enable
Myself I stretch and scratch and yawn
Think I ate too much food, (sleepy now)
This cornucopia is a horrible disease
Makes me over eat and sneeze
All manner of improper eating we be
Eating the fat of the chicken and lamb
Every holiday seasons
The turkey and ham
Full of sodium gravy
Cornbread, rye breads and maybe
My stomach won't hurt
If I didn't over eat so much, meats and sweets
And my throat won't choke
by the fine bones of the turkey
And every holiday, it's the same old thing
I eat, I eat, eat just over eat
Man Oh! man love me them sweets
Thanksgiving a turkey, Christmas a turkey
It beginning to think that God is a turkey
The way we eat this foul
But I wouldn't blaspheme His name now
Could someone pass me the string beans
This cornucopia sickness here again
I've gain 15 pounds just sitting here
10/31/17
FOR CONTEST: CORNUCOPIA
Sponsored by: Kim Rodeheaver
Form:
Ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual fueling economic development
and biologically transforming nature,
Combined with reflection
deflection
inflection of our personal
and economic
and political health v pathology experiences,
Recouple complex metaphors
of green commonsense
inviting a resilient ZeroZenZone case
for health benefits
of planting and harvesting basic humane-divine communion values.
Health allegories and gospel wealth parables
need not autonomously rely on sacred principles
equating blind faith with good faith.
Reassociating non-sectarian positive faith
with active sectarian research for healthy development
of significant positive and negative correlating trends,
appositions and oppositions,
invite regenerative climate healing
especially for remaining secular dominant skeptics,
anti-sectarian nihilists,
LoseSacred and LoseSecular paranoid sociopathologists,
conspiracy theorists,
God is an AngryWhiteWesternMan wounded children
and our fundamentally mistaken keepers,
zealous nature v spirit terrorists,
anti-theological bullies,
healthy climate haters, deniers, fear-mongerers,
self-righteous war marketers and managers and magnates and magnets
Dismissing lists of positive health values
like smiling
and kindness
as weak love tools
for marginalized tender trans- and pangenders
and cooperatively misguided souls
Longing for ecologically resilient health
and WinWin spiritual-economic development
and transformative belonging nature.
Is it a virtue
of legal, or just plain logical, process
to tolerate the morally intolerable?
Regardless of therapeutic opportunities to communicate dissent,
loud and clearly vocalized
articulate and explicit resistance.
Is it an immoral act
to participate in the Win/Lose market for climate pathology
if you could not know whether you are recast as oil-baron predator
or as a life-long perpetual child
praying for matriarchal cover?
Is it a corrosive vice
to tolerate the intolerable?
To settle for only Win/Lose options
in a ZeroSum stingy world.
Do I tolerate, even celebrate,
most everybody except those who are intolerant?
Why does feeding openness
to tolerating change
feel so risky?
Alarming past critical events
confronting disloyal oppositions
fade into memories of chronic dis-associations
against those also intolerant in diverse ways.
Am I a good person
if my most celebrated values advocating diversity,
and my more internal integrity of voices valued
and heard,
and cared for
feel like fragment fading shreds
of intolerable wonder and awe?
Why is your here and now intolerance,
my fearful-future intolerance,
against accepting invitations to mutually stretch tolerance?
Now invested in building apartheid-trusting walls
rather than win/win interdependent webs.
Why is my self-righteous intolerance
fair,
just?
Yet your fears and terrors,
impatience and suffering,
intolerable neglect
of win/win mindful opportunities
are not OK,
not healthy democratic enough,
too elitist,
too explicitly ignorant
of implicit win/win hope,
remain at least non-lose/lose communication,
verbal and non-verbal,
Still open to becoming more virtuously,
and legally,
tolerable.
A black cloud envelops my sky
Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain
Oceans of commotion swirl in my brain
And I try to bandage the wounds in vain
I see only the receding vistas of light
And night prowling like a stealthy thief
The past chills the mind like hanging icicles
And I feel so heavy with frozen grief
I inch my way up like an ugly snail
My life is riddled with contradictions
Oh, I am waylaid, lost and beaten
From every corner, I meet only oppositions
Yet dreams break forth in my heart
Amidst darkness shines a light
A call to spirit to seek the gift of recovery
Transforming pain into strength and delight
I must break loose of all the tethers
Let my soul embrace all that is dear
From this cage, I must fly out
The sky beyond me lies blue and clear!
Even at moments when we feel,
God has forsaken us, time assures;
However bad things are, recovery is possible,
When God is there quelling all our fears.
Now I am on a journey of redemption
I tell myself- “Come out from this hell
Just start anew, nothing is beyond recovery
The dawn is near and all shall be well”
Almighty God*, Source of breath and Sustainer of life,
Now and always, I seek for Your new, fresh, rejuvenating favor.
Earnestly along Your guidance, I beg for Your assured triumph
Wrought by Your workmanship while I worship You, exalting Your name.
Brace up my faith, as I wish the best for all, including my enemies
Led by Your love’s light to let me forgive and then forget their wrongdoings
Enable me, please, to serve You by Your grace as I reach-out to them.
Saved by Your blood of wondrous sacrifice, I ask that You redeem their souls
Sanctify them through Your imparted righteousness
Enrich them with Your provisions’ of supply-abundance
Drive them toward Your heart with serenity.
Bless them with Your bountiful benefits
Enable them while empowering them to do right.
Grant them wisdom, knowledge, and discretion in dealing with oppositions
Instill in them kindness and understanding to be at peace with foes.
Nourish them so then can befriend those adversaries
Nurture them spiritually while they offer pardon to persecutors
Inspire and influence them with Your Word to win over frustration-causes.
Never give up on me and on them as we acknowledge our frailties.
God, we esteem YOU: You’re our everything; without You, we're nothing.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God…
April 14, 2019
Edited on December 20, 2023
3rd place, "Good wishes for my enemy" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 1/4/2024