Long Refusal Poems
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Janus Face
Chaotic dialect set-off back-and-forth
Two contrasting characteristics
One is proven to be duplicitous
Political backing of the other party
Now denies it
A refusal that of a true statement
Two-headed bull, speaks gibberish
But the bull is goaded,
wounded, half-crazed
If the bull could reason,
it would understand
After the matador shows off
assessing the bull
The matador unfurls a red cape
Makes me sigh
Men, and women who stand by the bull
Who want to take away freedom
A kind of deception in which you
intentionally hide your true feelings
Intentions behind false words or
Freedom’s away from women's choices
Of their own bodies!
Immigrants’ work grants and
reforms dissolving
They define our American character
and shared history
They are not a problem we need solving
Doctors arrested for saving mothers'
LGBT rights gone
It’s wrong according to the Good Book
A*** or oral copulation “bad acts”
aren’t limited to homophobes
Hear, hear,
Listen to you!
Invisible self
I’m just a regular guy trying to help you –
but if you go back to your old world, beware,
because there are some tricky guys out there
No freedom for those people
Students’ books banned,
Bullying left-facing taken into their own hands
Shine a spotlight on the humanity of immigrants,
and the underlying theme is compassion
Chaotic dialect back-and-forth
Left-facing a Warrior for the people
Our beautiful United States will not be free at all
If together we don’t stand,
So, divided we will fall
On day 1, I promise to take all social experimentation (affordable housing), woke agenda (ban books), side issues (woke ideology) and throw them in the trash—Ron DeSantis
There's one thing that we have in common— Neither of us will be the nominee for our party in 2024—Gavin Newsom
When shadows rise,
From within,
Life closes its paths,
That's where she has been,
Her emotions all gone,
Stabbed to death,
Her will becoming strong,
With every breath,
The mockingbirds at night sings no more,
There is only silence where it sang before,
She wondered why that has been?
Has our ignorance chocked their voices?
Do they ever had choices?
The feeling of betrayal,
Is worse than death,
For death strikes at once ,
But latter everyday,
Both causes pain,
In there own way.
She stumbled upon the grass,
Refused to stop,
To reach the horizon ,
Just to catch some scaup,
Oh how she wished to be that bird,
This period of growing up,
Is torturous and absurd.
She wondered why the kids refused to play..
Has the unreasonable doubt kept them away?
Are we taking there childhood this way,
Or blocking their imaginations for the coming days,
She wondered why the trees so still?
They must have felt the winter cold,
The angry young , the failing old.
Is there a better world somewhere,
Or better people to bring her out of despair,
Avoiding the faces she ran for a while,
Her face so plane,Has lost that smile,
Was it the time or circumstances,
Whatever the reason be,
She never gave up on chances,
As for how we live today,
Will change our lives for the coming days..
As Per now, she know,
Why we refuse to grow,
Why the mockingbirds refused to sing,
No one understand the joy they bring,
She know why the trees are not like before,
We refuse to change , and I will say no more.
The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
This was released before many of you were alive.
It was picked as Best Picture of nineteen fifty-five.
The Best Actor Oscar was earned by one who would be
later known on television in "McHale's Navy".
Its title is the same as the main character's name.
He was a single, thirty-something man who felt shame
for why he was not married, and did not have a wife.
His lack of success with women was hurting his life.
His mother always hoped to make her son a bridegroom.
She suggested that he visit the Stardust Ballroom.
So he went there with a friend on a Saturday night.
As his mother said, there were lots of women in sight.
However, as he stood there, he would be filled with fright.
A dance refusal from a woman did not feel right.
Suddenly, another guy stuck with a bad blind date
met him with a proposal that would insinuate
that he take the blind date home so that her man could leave.
This was something our main character could not believe.
The guy's sudden departure left the poor girl in tears.
This event made our hero overcome all his fears.
He followed her out to the fire escape by chance.
When he met her, he politely asked her for a dance.
So the man of this story spent the rest of his night,
with this unattached woman who would prove a delight!
If you would like to know the rest of this fine story,
all I would have to say is, "Go and see the movie"!
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
It sat there—not as metal, not as memory,
but as something half-asleep and listening.
A quiet creature of keys and shadows,
its body dulled by dust, its spirit still humming
beneath the years.
It had known the weight of a man
who believed words could bend the world~
a man whose hands were rough with labor
yet gentle with letters, as if each keystroke
were a small salvation.
I remember the music of it~
that click-clack cadence like rain on a tin roof,
like a heartbeat learning to speak.
I was a child then, cross-legged under his desk,
catching the syllables like fireflies,
not knowing they were seeds, not knowing they were mine.
When Granddad passed, I carried the machine upward
as though escorting a relic to its resting place~
a silent procession through the narrow throat of the attic.
It waited there—through summers that smelt of cedar and heat,
through winters that whispered of things forgotten, it waited~
a sentinel of stories I was too afraid to write.
Years later, the attic groaned under my return,
as if recognizing the footsteps of someone
who had once believed in beginnings.
The machine was still there, its silhouette steady,
its longing patient. It had survived because some things endure
even when we abandon them~
faith, memory, and the quiet insistence of a dream
we pretend we outgrew.
When I touched it, the dust rose like breath.
The first key resisted-a refusal,
a reminder of all the years I’d resisted myself.
But then, a single letter, dark and certain,
punched through the page like a pulse returning.
By the third paragraph, I understood:
I had not resurrected the machine. It had resurrected me.
And somewhere between the rafters and the rising words,
I realized this truth: I was never the one writing the story.
I was the story finally finding its way back to the page.
The accompanying memoir vignette can be read at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/a_dream_deferred_13827
Dedicated to Kyle, my son ... my smile
I recall many unique meals of special appeal
but one dinner replays on a fav memory reel
that I shall never forfeit or agree to forget.
This meal was years ago yet still remains clear.
I will not err as I share about this meal so dear:
1. One box of complete HELPER contents
2. Two six-ounce cans of tuna that to item one are lent
3. One can of lima beans as chosen by ingredient number four
4. One eight-year-old son excited for cooking fun
Once ingredients were gathered and patience near battered
from repeatedly explaining all preparations while choking
frustrations at ingredient four's refusal to voice them over
and over for maternal perusal, it was time to pretend with
a bent peace of mind that cooking could begin. I know,
because this is when four said with nervy ease, 'Out the
door until I'm ready to serve. Please.'
While waiting, cardiacs were avoided so dinner wasn't aborted
before four, smiling grand, served the tray held in his hands.
All dismay was forced to abate while viewing the plate.
Four's enthusiasm should not be parent zapped
just because he served unknown brown and red crap.
A smile was forced as he explained that he spiced it up
by adding his own creatively thought up stuff,
Chocolate Sheen Beans and Cinnamon Bazooka Tuna.
... CayCay
July 31, 2019
Cain murdered Abel long ago
He couldn’t stop his jealous soul
From killing a brother who he should have loved
One who’s blood would call out from the earth
Noah built that ark for the world
To be able to live again after the flood
He built it to God’s specifications for his work
Giving room for his family and so many creatures
David killed Goliath with a stone
Never worried about dying at the giant’s sword
He was sure that God would make a stand
And give him the victory over this giant man
Esther, a Jew, was given to the King as a bride
She was filled with awe at the glorious state she found
But to save the Jews she would need to defy her King
And that she did only to discover it was always God’s will
Job lost everything, even his family and health
He wandered why his God was taking it all
Still he praised the One who made everything
And it was given back to him, even more than in the beginning
Daniel prayed to the Lord three times a day
Despite the king’s refusal to allow him to pray
He didn’t listen, but gave the Lord his every praise
In the lion’s den, he was not afraid and came out unscathed
John the Baptist went through the wilderness baptizing
He told his followers that they must repent of their sins
Soon it was the wonder of all, sweet Jesus, he baptized
And saw the dove come down with the Holy spirit on Him
Jesus came into out world as a sweet little baby
Born of a virgin and able to save all the nations
He went to the cross and gave us all second chances
To be saved and go to a place we call heaven
Throughout the Bible, there have been so many wonders
Lives that lived by faith brought endless adoration
To the One who’s grace is always upon us, loving us
And giving us the opportunity to begin a relationship with His Son
HUMBLE HEART
Fragrance and flavor of frolic friendship flowed.
Ray of genuine friendship gladly glowed.
Attention on each other’s needs achieved.
Great companionship on dependence received.
Impulsive ideology of love on your side developed.
Longing for you neither I felt nor asked for your love.
Embarrassed, but broke your heart over and above.
I left you and ran away.
Hot happy heart of mine turned foolish and helpless.
Earnest Emotional involvement with someone else.
Admiration, adoration oozing from fountain of my passion.
Refusal from my beloved I received, not reciprocation.
The humble hearts of two friends broke to weep with willow.
Sonata of two souls sung in symphony with sad swallow.
If I stayed with patience trying to realise you
Might a happy ending adorned me.
10/22/16
Re edited on 11/02/22
I chose to run, but had I stayed, things would have been like..
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Oh my sweetheart ! Your glance pierces my heart.
I read your heart when your eyes go glisten.
Your fake refusal, I’m not to listen.
I believe in your looks, though tongue may hurt.
You are eager to hide your acceptance.
I notice false rejection in your eyes
I can always clearly detect your lies
realising real passionate glance.
You may make fun of me, I just ignore,
though bluntly thrown through your ruthless tough talk.
You eyes can’t deceive giving me great shock.
You really love me Dear, I am sure.
I haven't given direct proposal
Having patience calmly I'm to observe
when you actually express your love
I promise to snatch your consent : Verbal.
Waiting for most desirable first kiss
I know very well, at end I must win.
Oh , My valentine ! Be mine ! Be my queen.
Oh my sweetheart ! Please shower my best bliss.