Mulish Poems

Aunt Lulu can Change Him

Mulish pic-headed Lex was headstrong
Could never admit a mistake or being any way wrong
Opinionated, stubborn, and inflexible too
We set him up with our mean unbending Auntie Lulu.
She cast a spell, and turned nasty Lex immediately around.
A more compliant, agreeable man, cannot now be found.

WHEN GOD CHOOSES

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 to God's chosen 
Who can condemn one of His own elect 
He was made guilty more than all
For us took the fall,
Of His own He was the greatest reject 

Victory belongs to our God
He defends those the system abuses. 
The innocent and poor,
their oppressions endured,
He will raise up who the whole world refuses

It's whatever pleases Him, no excuses, 
the brazen, the stubborn, and the mulish, 
He will take off a head
raise a tail there instead,
Confounding the wise with the foolish.

Let all man put trust in Jesus,
When God takes it out of our hands,
What God does is good
Whether or not understood,
God's ways are much higher than man's.

Mind not if mind plays

Mind is a child, stubborn, mulish,
Maybe bullish, but not foolish.
As some from wisdom school
Say, let your mind play fool,  
Cheer it up, never admonish.
___________________________
Limerick |19.01.2023| humour

Tomorrow

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 again tomorrow night
wherever you stay or stray.

Betwixt here and there
And in between there are
Miserable mulish miscreants hub
Those who want to close our drawer
Of our universe.
They are perverse
And temper bad
They headstrong, they err.

Too few pleasant mickey mice
And no more happy donald ducks
Once a time this planet was nice
When I was younger
Now war hungry men
With angry mind's
Are gunning down bullets
Blood everwhere..
Peace is out of touch.

Belly's with empty tummy's
In broken down dwellings and alley's.
They dread the beautiful night.
Their light's are out.
Gunsmoke in their air.
Another new day
They will not see again.

Give peace and love a chance
Today..
Live sensible and be around for
Tomorrow..

Doing a 180

Tipsy
Lipsy

Too much
liquor

made her
snicker

balk and
bicker

acted 
foolish

downright 
mulish

shamed poor 
Mama

with her 
drama

angered 
Father 

such a
bother

almost
tragic---

then like
magic

transfor-
mation

brings e-
lation

cele-
bration!


October 16, 2022

Halloween Anthology

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 pot

Screeching, screaming banshee songs
garish ghouls with pointy prongs
	mulish mummies
	reeking rummies
to evil spirits the night belongs
	
Trembling, tremoring witches fear
townsfolk are coming too near
	sticks and stones
	fire bemoans
the end becoming too clear
	
Freaking, shrieking their cry drums
slicing the air with its thrums
	unwilling to face
	they cut to the chase
quickly flee to save their bums

A Difference In Opinion

A Difference in Opinion 

There once was a conversation
Bickering about something,
Something somewhat preposterous. 
The two fought
 side on side 
Left on right
When in the end they agree to disagree 
cause both are too obstinate, mulish, and pig headed
There all of these at once because no one would listen. 

10/20/2021

Winter Magic

The chilled blue of a noon sky 
drapes over a coating of diamonds  on a milled earth. 

Cocoa branches shake in the mulish winds.
Yellow feathers are the hue of the sun. 

A red cardinal is the color of gleaming berries.
Their wings lift against the brazen edges of Winter.

A Robin In February

The expectant morning's
snow frosted tree peeks through slats.
The half-blink of the cat.

The right eye is murky,
reflects a brown yellow sheen.
My brown-eyed girl song.

The mid-winter clouds
view the lands, plan to drop bombs.
Mulish clothesline sheets shake.

The cat drags a leather 
mouse. The hunter's maw widens.
Bone-hued birch trees pose.

A partly frozen 
dove blue river asks, " Where are they.."? 
Suns, sterling moons grin.

The dusk's lemon sky
surrounds the house- lamps, streetlights.
Tea, coffee stains on teeth.

Deep Wounds Do Bleed In Vain

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 Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow
Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow
The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes
The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's
The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow

The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts,
With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead,
It's true that some indeed become weeds
For the real humans not always can stand in their stead,
With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this
Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed

Dead-Eye

Obliging black arms, 
crooked fingers cut freezing 
as they reach for winter 

greys, blues of sky- 
The trees are framed within
her eyes green as last

Summer's carpet.
Embroidery of native
life. Mulish winds sweep

lands...violence loved,
admired. A milled earth
is hushed to lull, charm.

Blue wings soft as May
fold into the afternoon chill.
A chalk sun throws gold

dust into a sketch;
a raped land is the captive
of oppression; false-

hoods, folly, darken
the tenets that twist and break
in the immoral wind.

The Milled Earth

Sun against white paint;
side of a house- immaculate 
hues. Claws grasp edges,

cimmerian grey tints,
feathers soft as confection;
as grains- malt, sugar, 

sand. Crystal methane.
Tingling Pluto- waves weave 
brazen seas, tincture

of egg-whites cooked.
Mulish solar winds, pushing 
radiated light 

that endosphere Earth.
Orbit spins tales: robicund
flush of love; the epoyllson 

of stygian loss. 
Ingress of the corpse 
of rose-colored 

truth. Gash. Cruer clot.
The pinion dressed by seeping 
sunset. Angelic.

Malignity

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 sight-eclipsing wings
Party and feast and conjure merry over littler beings.
What sadistic banquets in spooky nooks yonder,
Turn your lot-dwindling schemes ever so fonder? 

It's true your snaring turns I strongly loathe,
With damning sneers and deserving derision. 
What's that blot against heaven's sternest troth,
Obliterating dancing suns on her creasing face? 

To what main gain do your life-slicing edges fly,
Usurping innocent freedoms of humble breath?  
Your mulish cruises along snaky course-ways,
Flare spite-perfected ills to slay slowing health. 

With daring tropes I’ll yet trim hours’ blacking crime, 
And I’ll chide the deadly glooms of carnivorous time.

Pasquinade

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 want of fine things stand; 
Or, how come keenest mouths on gravel feed? 
What alters those picky looks on life's shelves
That tell the greatest from the blandest breed? 

Sheer wishful cravings for tasty bites alone, 
Can't tear sumptuous meat from obtuse bone; 
Nor can mere oglings turn fate's mulish thread, 
That pins all sojourners on the hardened tread.

Life's fortunate farers got loads of apt swag: 
Maybe just a weird tooth for plaintive rhyme, 
Or a bankrupt itching to benefit others' souls; 
Artful ploys to outshine the sly guiles of dime.

Prized strokes of luck eschew the clinical type, 
And smile on stony folks immune to their hype.

The Human Wall

The Human Wall

INTRANSIGENCE
the human wall 
of the stiff- necked
obdurate, mulish
where want prevails
and choice fails

you can’t pass through it
you can’t move it out the way
it serves no purpose to go around it
you try compromise and reason
to breathlessness

it runs
governments
marriages
companies
relationships
and families
with selfish certainty

the question remains
does intransigence have a 
heart
mind
and conscience
or should we say
it is the mother of
narcissism

7/19/19

Intransigence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

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