Refuses Poems

Where Light Refuses to Bow

We never asked to be different.
We only wanted to walk
without folding our souls into apology.

To laugh
without someone measuring the pitch of our voices
and deciding if it was a boy or a girl.

To hold a hand
without scanning the street
like love was a dealer, and we, the addicted.

Some greet your heart like a stray:
smiling,
until it dares too

In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts

In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts,
there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden,
when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams,
and I don't mean places where the escape is towards stardust scattered in

Flesh That Refuses Form

no sound
in a cascade of nerves

submerged
amid a myriad of silences

a serpentine fold
slices through the viscera

and a breath
of phosphor
burns
in the chest’s hollow

a crawling rhythm
of an aborted name
shapeless

a lunar longing
locks into the bones
among the remnants
of a collapsed nebula

I do not heal
I do not return
I am
flesh that refuses form

The sea refuses no rivers

The sea refuses no river,
Even if it could, it never 
Showed resentment
I learned how to hide my feelings,
The emotional game became a contest,
I start with a genuine smile,
My pearly whites, my body postures,
I have given my oppressor over the years
Inner satisfaction, they thought that they had won
Because the counting was yet done
 We have learned

In folds of silence, I delve deep, losing myself in the shadow of a day that refuses dusk

In folds of silence, I delve deep, losing myself in the shadow of a day that refuses dusk,  
Where halves find no place, and words are gold coins,  
Heavy and whole, without concealment, without shadows slipping between truths.  

When I choose to be silent, my silence becomes a boundless ocean,  
A

A Granny Refuses to Age

Life is plainly, totally, undeniably, unfair!
Looking in the mirror I screamed, “who stole most of my hair?”
I was never Rapunzel, a svelte heroine, locked in a tower,
But who dare turned me into Quasimoto’s twin, short and dower?

How can I go dancing with my silver amour, Sir Harry Walker?
Ghastly obscene ….they would heartily laugh and be

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what it is

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what it is,
An immortal soul trapped in mortal flesh, a dreamer wandering through unknown realms,
Searching for hidden treasures and uncharted miracles under the starry sky of its destiny.
He bears the burden of consciousness like a heavy mantle of stars,
Each step on this earth an unspoken question,

A Heart Refuses To Heal

A heart refuses to heal...

What can I do?
I have tried for years.
How to get through?
So many tears.

A heart refuses to heal...

I have pleaded my case.
Hoping to move on.
Too long in one place.
I should already be gone.

A heart refuses to heal...

My soul, seeking to help me.
Supporting my endeavor.
The result, how could it be?
My heart echoed never.

A

Dracula Refuses My Blood

Your blood is ninety percent water
My blood is ninety percent sugar
I am glad I am me
And you are you

My blood cannot be taken
The transfusion would wake up the dead
Even Dracula has refused it
I gloat.

What You Done

What You Done

If it were you;
the thought of you refuses to leave.
Your thinking stains me; 
there's more here than you believe?

You have created something unique;
but so cruel at times, too!

I have to say that I believe,
admiring your leadership,
what you do to provide! 

You're worthy by the thoughts
that have trapped themselves in my soul.
My first belief

Python Refuses To Share Lunch

little coil
shiver and shake
tiny squeeze
squeak
tah dah tah dah

anaconda arrives
need any help? she asks
python hisses a warning
constricting a bit tighter

louder squeak, then silence
dinner’s eyes pop out

python smiles
not about to
share her
lunch
anaconda 
slithers away

Window

I stare out the window and see that there is no longer rain
But the dark black clouds have not gone anywhere, they remain
I wonder why I still look out the window; it just brings me to tears
I should accept that it is over because it has been two years
But something in my heart just refuses

Trump Refuses To Contribute

Trump Refuses To Contribute Horn Limerick

Trump is stingy and refuses to contribute
Single dime and lacks having an attribute;
Psychotic for sure;
Is no known cure;
His body and brain belong in an institute.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

The Rose Refuses To Discharge Its Scent This Year

Petals closed,
Pale colour,
Bending leaves,
Bound roots,
This season is not like others,
The drought, the cracking earth,
The war, the calamity,
Had all contributed to its sadness,
Others are even worse,
Pele-mêle,
Here and there,
Lying on the ground,
As though they had aggressively been,
De-rooted, cut off from their earthly warmth,
And suddenly an unexpected storm,
Poured from the sky, lightning,
A bolt of thunder and,
Torrent of rains,
Then

Even If the Sun Refuses To Shine

Verse 1:
What’s the point of promises if they end up broken?
My heart is racing over the fact that you’re gone away
Can someone show me how to shake away the tension?
I don’t want to keep on walking away from this dismay
This dismay that grows endlessly like weeds
Even if the sun refuses to shine,
There’s always a light

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