Short Recalcitrance Poems

Show him the path for the onus is yours 
Observe to know his indulgence 
Never mind his recalcitrance only be persistent...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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
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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...

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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...

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