Short Dissuaded Poems
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she had a goal, attached to her one-track mind
Could not be dissuaded, our Clementine
She put a fishing rod and reel together
And went out to fish in Christmas weather
Why is she using a star for bait?
This was asked by our good friend Nate.
She’s fishing for an angel for the Christmas tree
What do you suggest her bait should be?
Energetic and enthusiastic
She is fifteen
Joy oozes out of her
He is seventeen
Set in his ways,
Glued to his chair In a subliminal fog of nothingness
Her quick wit and sudden movements
Make him feel tired and depressed
He does what he can to discourage her
She cannot be dissuaded
Her tittering laughter and positivity astounds him
He does his best to not smile.
Because I am a girl,
I'm dissuaded from learning about science,
dismissed, ridiculed, shot down.
Because I am a girl,
my mother had to teach me how to wield my keys as a weapon
in a world of men she doesn't trust.
Because I am a girl,
I will have opportunities denied me.
I will be scorned when I speak up in conversation.
I will be thought of as less, and why?
Because I am a girl.
She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.
She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit.
There is in you
a schizophrenic flicker,
pucker-lipped,
ready to kiss or to blow itself out,
a hermit flame still with a ration of passion,
but dissuaded by bruised recollection.
Allow me to try, then,
to wring out your reserve of tears,
until your skin is paper,
flammable.
And let me try, if I may,
to put my arms around you,
cup my hands around your core,
and feed your anorexic fire.
Would you take this Gamble?
Perhaps you have, unbeknownst,
Lured by the Aces and the chance.
Dealt a bag of nails,
Impossible to bluff,
A hard life awaits you now.
You could be a king, a living God,
Love may even find you.
Not dissuaded by a sufferer’s fate,
You roll these heavy dice.
And how did they land?
Luckily most get another chance,
Once they have seen their hand,
But only if they know they are playing.
Tunnel Vision
I’m not aging, I’m evolving
Despite less time to brave the earth
Nessitates a vision path
To overcome and seek anew
My path is straight explicitly
The sides deterred by blurried mists
My concentration set in place
The vision is no longer vague
My destination clear in mind
fixated on a single goal
and not dissuaded by the norm
I’ve reached the apex of my soul
Tunnel Vision Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
April 24, 2018
Tunnel Vision
I’m not aging, I’m evolving
Despite less time to brave the earth
Nessitates a vision path
To overcome and seek anew
My path is straight explicitly
The sides deterred by blurried mists
My concrentration set in place
The vision is no longer vague
My destination clear in mind
fixated on a single goal
and not dissuaded by the norm
I’ve reached the apex of my soul
Tunnel Vision Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
April 24, 2018
plain peahens step aside as the peacocks strut into the barnyard
they do a little mating dance, preening, showing off, being male
if I had those beautiful feathers, I would be jazzier than any of them!
The other peahens laugh at little brown, the youngest peahen.
We all talked like that at one time, an older peahen told her.
I used to beg father sky for some pretty feathers, but I did not get them.
Little Brown was not dissuaded,
she thought they had not tried hard enough.
not easily dissuaded
but recently persuaded
to oscillate in ways
living my lingering days
all bets are off
often I have scoffed
demeaning my demise
postponing I trivialize
I have a list to ask
prioritized by task
listings I'll conceive
or perhaps believe
would homelessness set me free
reality does not deceive
or should I ponder yonder
while continuing to wander
the bucket I shall kick it
for my Savior is the ticket
it’s become clear to me
it's Glory I need to see