Short Resists Poems
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the chill of tombstone
resists the fall of jade lawn
cross entrusted perch
eagle guardian spirit
haunt the field of past mourning
In the storm of love
conflicting emotions rage.
Soft sensual touch.
My body resists.
No sanctuary in you.
Spouse of another.
21/07/2017
Jesus is my precious gift that no one can resists.
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There is words,
nothing at all,
just a whisper of a dirty whore,
claiming your her victim sill,
demanding to be heard,
but the mind resists to let reality go,
even though the whore persists
she is the one to go
Form:
Light
illuminating
life as a tree
with wrinkled
trunks of
character and
prickly ends
of sap,
pulling and
pushing it
back to earth.
Life resists
and retracts
to what is
right which
is Earth’s
natural light.
recalcitrant nut
will not yield its hidden heart
resists invasion
patience gone where is hammer?
walnut obliterated.
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The Spirit writes of true life..The temporal world resists
In its lines of strife.' Yet the victory is before you and very
Clear trust in nothing of the world never fear.' Trust in God
Through Jesus name, find in heaven your home and all gain.'
There's strength in being bent, askew,
for in nature nothing is straight on cue.
Trees lean the way the wind blows.
Streams carve the path where water flows.
Bending to flex and bow is not compliance,
For resilience resists, reworks defiance.
The heart knows
When it's time to let go;
But that's when it resists
The most.
It will wail and cry and
Put up it's most courageous
Fight just to be taught
The hardest lessons in life
Love is the one thing we
Can't recover once it's been denied.
bright azure blue sky
cold, crisp air circulating
snow lies crustily
winter resists death struggle
no stopping boys sleigh riding
written January 23, 2022
entered "Bite Size No. 33" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
as awareness
enabling form
we notice it resists
strobes of light
innate to Self
artificial intelligence
of body apparatus
wishes to dream
delusions of grandeur
will it be rude
to jar ego
out of slumber
love employs
no use of force
we rest
Money Comes! All is Mad!
People Derranged! World is Sad!
Jumps a' hole! Deep and Sore,
Rid all Money! No pain No more!
Rise up O' People! See behind,
Away with money! Lift the Blind!
Remove all resists! Revolt enrage!
Baptism by Blood! Cleans sins of this age!
Superior energy in UFO's
Paranormal informal, Friends or Foes?
Flying dam well where they please
Having humans on their knees
No power resists the Nano Unos
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For tomorrows sacred dawn
The world awaits her birth reborn
Mankind resists the turn of tides
Where answers to the Lie's reside
I stand sometimes on moral ground
Ashamed by humanity's failings found
Yet in my heart and strong belief
I cast off the black and refuse to grieve!
life is in motion but our core is still
where presence dwells detached, drenched in bliss mists
as we sip soma nectar to heart’s fill
and since there is no ego that resists
in truth we have erased our to-do lists
but yet receive bountiful boons of grace
as steps toward God we slowly retrace
Along the long, silent halls they drift,
thoughts curling tight like thorned tendrils.
Calm resists.
Walls lean close, sighing with quiet cracks.
A tremor passes through you.
Whispers press in like tidewater.
Yet your roots hold in secret.
You break and the light drifts past,
soft and silent.
We search for God and He too so searches
for Himself in each heart, veiled by thought mists,
yet in silence, the bird of truth perches
on love’s moonbeam when we shed to-do lists,
spawned by the ego that always resists.
Such dear souls, is the divine paradox,
resolved the day when we choose to detox.
Darkness lingers
morning's night
Pillow beckons
sandman's sleight
Unearthly chill
blanket-trapped
Enveloping softness
ambition snapped
Demonic dreams
fears unlocked
Escape's pathways
sealed up, blocked
Eyes peeled open
slumber resists
Night surrenders
Necessity persists
moonlight pools in the hollowed trees,
and sorrow shimmers through the quiet air
one trembling leaf resists the dusk
its fragile brightness holding back the dark
the sky breaks open into gold
as grief becomes a lantern in the wind
stillness gathers beneath the boughs
and lifts the ache until it starts to glow
from jugular notch, all the way down
from root of spine, all the way up
the energy loop vertically splits form
and yet holds it together in embrace
the blossoming flower assigns no meaning
to the slow motion opening of its petals
the caterpillar resists not its transformation
as in time it turns into a beautiful butterfly
Violet Kiss of Dawn
Welcoming
the breaking breath
of dawn
weak as a new born
fawn
Spirits of the past
lingering
in the violet
morning mist
Dew drops
reflecting
dream’s early
mornings kiss
bequeathing
now the hauntings
for the day
to be dismissed
while my spirit
resists.
© Debra Squyres 2015
On the still, cool twilight, falling,
Like softest feathers, gentle snow.
in the skies, rising high stars glow.
While the moon resists night’s calling.
On this frosty thought, my mind stirs,
Shy as the moment when death comes.
Will winter’s smile bare fear that numbs?
Or will love flow free as she purrs?
Hell hath no fury like a MAN scorned! The poet
Oblivious she seems to me
in spite of all my manly charm.
How she resists, I just can't see.
Oblivious she seems to me.
Now more persistent I will be.
Rejection causes great alarm!
Oblivious she seems to me
in spite of all my manly charm.
Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
The time has come to start a season,
To heal a mad-dash Autumn's lesions.
The sun-spent earth resists the flakes
Insistent notes like music makes
The thirsty ground a pillowcase.
Sharp winds elicit needed sighs
As inch by inch the Autumn dies--
Replaced by comfort mountains high.
The sleeping earth will gather strength
As nature waits for Springtime's pranks.