Show him the path for the onus is yours
Observe to know his indulgence
Never mind his recalcitrance only be persistent
Oh, Morning Star in the sky
Overpowerer of recalcitrance
I turn to you for guidance
For I need to know why
But you have not the answers
Power to sort is sought
The organizer of wayward thought
For my thoughts are like dancers
I turn my thoughts to thee
And lose a baffling mind
Awakening from your trance to find
That distraction was the key
Freedom from confused thought
Permitted the answer to begin
Peace with myself has come again
Please keep the chaos you caught
I try to be good,
but recalcitrance like a flower
blooms in my hands,
which have turned from flesh to wax.
My sense of right and wrong wanes.
Delinquence stems
from lack of conscience,
pushing you to your fall.
Why is it the intransigent
find the intransigent
to be pigheaded, willful,
inflexible and pertinacious?
Engaging, as it were,
in an endless “tug-o-war”
neither side allowing
for consideration of
the fallibility of the inflexibility
of calcified recalcitrance.
Stags, horns locked,
dying on an empty stage
bleach-white bones
rattling in an unfelt wind.
©7/14/2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
John Hamilton sponsor
What to do!!
What to do!!
When the recalcitrance of youth
obstreperously plagues my aging,
refuses to allow a separation
between then….and now.
The daredevil of the mind
still seeks to challenge limits
stretch decreasing boundaries
limp at full speed toward a goal.
What to do?
What to do?
When youthful exuberance
overwhelms wizened wisdom
shouting:
”GET UP!!’
“WE GOT THINGS TO DO.”
John G. Lawless
©6/20/2019
From a homemade
golden pen you went on
exploring,
the young erotica.
It was a moment of
the funeral, plodding
through the extinct memories
of misadventures.
Time had stood still
on the sea of faces.
The great wall of frozen
dreams brings a chill
in blazing sun of enigma.
A bridge becomes a
derived fossil !
Satish Verma
It is You
Who has given me the entrance
To the world I thought I never knew
In resistance
It is You
Who has given my heart a chance
To beat in an enchanting tune
In resistance
Still You
Who has shown me the temptatious dance
to follow the love tune played by you
In resistance
Resistance
Hesitation
Recalcitrance
Then I gave up
For the temptation
In you
And if one could see me
If one could feel me
Inside their mind
Phobias arise in a soul
Recalcitrance done unto thyself?
Possibly futile claims of sanity
And you try to make me
Try to tear down my animosity
Never can you find reverence
Stuck within a passive perseverance
Schizophrenic in my eyes alone
Psychosis so close to my thoughts
Feeble-minded you are as a human
Or something held to that nature
Try the claws, dig the paws
Never knock fur until you taste it
Shine through my senses incarnadine
Tear through my flesh the anguish
Pain envelopes only those who feel it
Learn to welcome and hold onto agony
Awake forever, seeing nothing significant
Of course, that is but a tapestry
Placed upon your human eyes
And a specialized ethos to your species
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