Refusals Poems | Examples

Salty Brine of Turning Tide

torrents of tears flowed
when he saw a sea dragon
beached dehydrated
for he knows that it like him
could only shed tears on land

the tears were salty
welling from bag of sea brine
in the ocean's blood
he harbored in his body
as fluid to bathe his cells

he needed to cry
but till now tears would not spill
weeping on ebb tide
to wash moribund eyes clean
and inhale with a fresh breath

he fights the current
gripping on to refusals
yet the water wins
the dragon prowls in the foam
its searing breath flares fear

one tear another
fell soft on scalded shadow
fell on dragon's eyes
sending the sand grit flying
washing the stall clean of grime

fear sinks in the tide
form of the trial changes
relief opens gate
as ocean consumes his past
dragon wings have unfolded

tears were the pivot
to beat the challenge
breaking resistance
setting sails on favored wind
on the course past the dragon

How-to-Forgive

How does a person forgive in a world so cold?
Do they go on walk, once, thrice, or tenfold?
Or do they simply vanquish all the wrongs they recall?
For when meaning meant nothing yet everything of all
Forgiveness can be easy if the damage is sparse
Other times harder than diamond, rough, yet so loud
Of the few rare times, forgiveness is given without a doubt
For sometimes the pain is easy, something without a pout
There are some days we simply refuse to forgive
And some days we simply apologize without forgiveness
In a busy, fastpaced world with yes, refusals, and yes many doubts
Forgiveness can be the enemy as it can also be the only safe passage out

Captain cook

Captain cook


I built a ship in a vale of stones and thorny bushes
It took 24 years and more to set sail on a dream 
boat to China
I met her on the blue sea of Malaga, sailed on her 
til she was 71, sought refuge in coastal waters
anchorage in the town of Mandalay
Deep sea ships have limited sails from port to port 
are not allowed to stray from the chart, set by the man 
in charge; every ship looks the same, is practical and sleepless.
Not. once did they let me be in charge; go back to your galley, you mad cook, they bellowed, you will only collide with the Dogger bank.
I built my ship, four decks, and a bridge
too far from shore to be of annoyance to anyone
The locals called me Captain Brave Heart, the man who 
cleared the dale of snakes.
I'm tired, it took so long to be a slayer of words
ankle-deep in sad rejections.
I'm the master of my literary refusals, words
to feed the flame of elimination

A Fools Crush

I'm reaching for the unattainable,
Longed for it for so long,
It's all I can think, smell, taste or dream of,
He's beautifully flawed
And he's all I've ever wanted,
Full in touch,
But empty in words,
The moment passes
And I'm alone again,
Foolish to think I'm the one,
Foolish to believe I could've been enough,
Longing to cry out these feelings,
Stuck in refusals,
Screaming in empty spaces,
Echoes bounce off walls,
Where has my ghost gone,
Hope for memories to revive,
Clogging all senses,
Hating you when you leave,
Mouth full of white lies,
I love you anyway,
Leaping off the deep end,
Can't swim,
So I drown,
Where have you gone,
I can't find you in the body next to me,
It's hard to say I've been wrong,
Impossible to accept,
I'll remain alone in the end

Unrequited Love and Sad Nightly Calls

Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls

Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails
my desire for your true love yet remains.
Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells
death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains!

O' that your deep sorrows, you had not found,
into your private island had not fled.
Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*)
each night a pale ghost rising from the dead!

Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you
with ghostly arms, begging you to follow.
You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who
your refusals, bitter pills to swallow!

O' that I had lived and gave you my all.
You would love me, not hear such nightly calls.

R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1975
Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide)

Thrice Denied

Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep has wagered

And finding yourself in the mindless
spatial wasteland

You play two-handed poker
with the devil of your fright

The Prince holding just one card,
as you gamble it all…

Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”

He deals chance from the bottom,
this third time to be the charm

Your hand is folded,
as the present fires upon the night

Hitting your fate dead center,
all that’s left in quicker sand

Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals

Salvation left in full retreat
—all exits thrice denied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Never

Never let intelligence
Get in the way of good judgment
Never let excuses
Inside your dreams
Never let the refusals
Cancel out the invitations
Never let tomorrow
 —destroy today

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)

Thrice Denied

Searching through the forest,
  chasing dreams your sleep abandoned

And losing yourself in the mindless 
  spatial distance 

You play two handed poker
  with the devil of the night

The Prince holding only one card,
  as you gamble it all…

Forever promising: 
 “This hand will be your ticket out”

He relays his wagered truth,
  with a baton of shattered tears

But time recovers,
  the present firing upon the night

Hitting it at last dead center,
  the debris now quicksand

Drowning the last excuse
  of your bloodless past refusals

Salvation now in full retreat,
  —all exits thrice denied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Female Logic

"FEMALE LOGIC"



last night 
I slept in her car, 
it wasn't because she kicked 
me out, it wasn't because I 
popped off at the mouth, it 
was because the security 
alarm was set. 
the morning 
came and with it, my expectancy 
to see her face. 
this wasn't 
the case. 
in a message to her, 
I expressed that she needed to 
drive me to the corner so I could 
avoid any imperial entanglements. 
this was at 9AM. 
after a few 
refusals, excuses and finally being 
ignored, I left. 
as I walk down 
the street, she pulls up.
"you need a ride?" 
I get inside. 
"you're confusing. 
I do what you ask and you get 
mad." she says.
the time was 11AM.



By: Chicano Eddie
9-28-2016

Ever Cradled Love

(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)

I am cradling the moment  
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my thumbs 
Two yellow earth moons rise …one and two over 
the western waves of my pointers and pinkies

They flirt and romance you in the moment ....with dabbling night lights
           
They curl around the earth 
…just like you and I 
always swirling around each other
twined vines…circling …rising  
growing strong in our gravities force
but denied full union by the pulls of any other source

our ever ...up rooted love
our twine...our vines …cut back as if by morning light
only to grow again in 52 fortnights

Come to me in moon dreams…my love
Let me cradle you

...this moment is kind and the night is blind to refusals
and our love is always rising upon the ever edge of the glass ceiling of reality

Return to me …with the incoming tides
made higher still by today's two moons

and this our gravity..... eternal

Oblivion

The world is a place of illusion,
An illusion which mortals would never comprehend
This is a place of vision, of submission
Of something they would never understand 

……………………………….

Life is drama, 
Without any rehearsals
Without any comma
Or any refusals 

………………………..

Love is another thing 
Incomprehensible 
Irreversible 
Unrepeatable
Unthinkable 
Another common fling

…………………………..

And deatth                    
 No words
It always pours 
Never rains….

Persistent Surge

Waves refuse to cease,
Kissing impassive shorelines:
Countless refusals.

The God of Fire

The God of fire
It took him twenty years
to write his novel.
Twenty refusals later 
he gave the manuscript 
to the fire which
greedily absorbed it. 
A phone call from nowhere,
send us another novel.
It took twenty more years 
to write a new book
and the god Agni 
burnt his hands. 
As a thank you.
Success at last he cried 
to a man with a yellow helmet
carrying an axe.

Free Cee Rejection Is Your Religion

REJECTION IS YOUR RELIGION

I hear tell about perfection
I choose to talk about rejection
as in I reject the notion of perfection
and rejection lately seems to be my selection

I select to reject the thought of your inconsideration
and constantly causing me nothing but aggravation
I see people holding hands as if they are one
while i'm in love with a loaded gun

I never know when that gun will fire
and the situation I find myself in is dire
i'm in love with someone who won't even give me a chance
and uses her words as a weapon such as a lance

she refuses to try to please me in any way
and doesn't care about a thing I say
all she cares about is her and her alone
while she remains stoic as a sedimentary stone

i've grown weary of her refusals and denials
and my deepest love she constantly defiles
her lack of compassion is beyond belief
while she's stolen my heart as speciously as any thief

well once stolen what's gone is gone and faded away
as she continues to contradict anything I say
she prefers rejection over perfection any day
and turns every blue sky in a saddening sky of gray
  © 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Beware of the Big Banks

Beware of the Big Banks

By Elton Camp

From big banks you must expect things like these:
Loan refusals, interest jumps and increasing fees

Apparently, it has become too much to expect
That banks for their customers show respect

“We encouraged you to take a variable rate loan
You should’ve refused & so your house is gone.”

“You now have thirty days in which to vacate
Or we will be taking an action that you’ll hate.”

“So you have money to invest in the bank CDs?
We will pay you just as little interest as we please.”

“You think your checking account should be free?
About such a ridiculous thought we will just see.”

While our debit card we encouraged you to take
We see not to charge a large fee was a mistake.”

“And for our bank’s most wonderful credit card
An annual charge shouldn’t be really all that hard.”

“You actually want to speak to a real human teller?
Then expect to pay us for your access to that feller.”

Community banks and credit unions are on the rise
To the greedy big banks that should be no surprise

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