Head down, stone-like will,
Paths diverge, but none are seen,
Lonely road ahead.
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Going through headwind
My tenacious fills the sail
A trip to unwind.
Like the identical twins, I was confusing.
Like the strong lion in a jungle, I was scaring.
Like the hunger at night, I was disturbing.
Like a big debt, I made them have sleepless nights.
Like the Holy spirit and apostles, I made them to speak many languages
Why would I do all that nonsense?
Am totally disappointed in my own self.
Why made my parents regret of producing me?
I don't know what to do to make them forget my childish!
For sure I did alot of fake wonders.
I usually wonder! What they would be thinking about me those times?
Giving me school fees that I would enjoy with my friends!
Introducing to them different girlfriends everyday!
Ever standing on my rule of tit for tat for the bad!
And tat for tit in the right situation!
Alot of thoughts are disturbing my mind.
When I remember I'll also have my own children!
Who may adopt my genes and characteristics!
Already planning either to be a sad or happy parent.
But all in all, children are a gift from God
That shows our reproductive capability.
I am the girl that plays with fire
got burned so many times ,
got burned so many times .
But there is nothing more satisfying
Than feeling them flames
slowly advance from eyes to heart .
At first is just a cozy warmth
that fills your lungs with happy gas
and all you can do is laugh.
But then slowly the flames take charge,
inside your lips around your arms
between your legs
and all becomes so stalled and hot .
And the sensation lasts until the pain starts
the skin is broken, the flesh dissolves,
the bones become gray ash .
Fourth degree burns is what I have
-I told you not to play with wicked fire ,
Says my mom.
-The restoration will take a while ,
but not to worry ,that in these cases
the bone and skin always grow back .
And I start again :
- I am the girl that plays with fire ,
my name is Phoenix and I get burned all the time .
One day …
I offered you a compromise,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
I offered you a get-out clause,
But you went riding by,
Upon your high, high horse,
With your nose up in the sky.
One day …
You will have to stop and listen
And that is when of course,
Reality will force you to
Get off your high, high horse.
I can watch the neighbors from my front porch
My favorite is a child of barely three
With curls gracing her head in a shining glow of red
Today I see her bang through her door, hands on her hips
Defiance in her face that you simply can’t ignore
Her mama comes to beg her to return
In her waywardness she pouts with lips hard pressed
And stands stubbornly upon her rocky ground
At mama’s reasoning voice to her intransigence
She sniffs quite loudly in childish disdain
Mama smiles, making cookies appear as if by magic
And a squinting of her eyes reveals her interest
Then a slow shuffling walk up the path to the house
Mama's hug melts the last of her resistance
Written: 7-17-2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest 3rd place
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Stupid fool look at yourself what has your knowledge gained!
No forward motion or healthy growth,
Just some poor intellect pouring out of a grumpy man.
What perseverance do you follow upon your stagnated road?
Or do you push from opposite sides until your viewpoints lost!
Your grimness stirs my sanity and boils my blood in clumps,
I cannot take one look at you and please my mind with peace.
Just for once would you stop and listen, to another’s way of thinking,
And leave your rigidity at the door because I am tired of your two cents worth.
This intransigence you cloak your words with, pierce every soul you meet,
You bleed the life out of every thought and every encountered dialogue.
The utter pigheadedness of your verbal contributions,
Bring nothing but stalemate,
And one day soon or perhaps it won’t, be the death of your legacy!
Date of Poem: 15 July 2019
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
unruly stubbornness
invades common sense
in times of weakness
during periods of mind
wondering
mind wondering episodes
lead back around to you
must remind myself to
cut this kind of thinking
of at the pass before it has
a chance to spread throughout
the mind once again
difficult at time in which
the emotional guards have
left their post a top of the
internally built up wall of
defense from emotional attack
A wall says, “You can’t pass through here.”
A man says, “I’d like to visit a beautiful green grass field.”
The wall says again, “You can’t pass through here,” as if the wall is not listening to the man.
The man touches the wall and says,
“I’d like to walk on a hot summer shore.”
The wall says again, “You can’t pass through here.”
The wall is cold and hard.
The man looks at his hands where the coldness from the wall is still remaining on, and says in his heart,
“I am useless, I am nothing.”
The man begs the wall and says,
“Nothing I can do except existing here. I will die soon. Please let me go, at least, let me die in a beautiful grass field or on a hot summer shore.”
The man keeps begging to the wall and eventually his time comes.
The wall is still repeating, “You can’t pass through here,” even the man is dead.
The truth is, the wall is only 100 m wide, anyone can easily walk over the wall from one of the edges.
lunatic's lunacy's not stubborn, stubbornness causes lunacy
It was spirit of the time.
The lethal trade of-
missiles, someone was sending free.
You collect the cachet
of bleak weather. The
roses were in bloom.
Trying to conceive the
buttercups in the blue-
frame of melancholia.
I err, and find myself
in sleep after the contact.
A genetic gratitude overwhelms.
You catch the stings
blindly. The other sin will
take care of itself in blood.
Satish Verma
I do it my way
Stubbornness inherited
I rarely give in
Russell Sivey
standing apart
in the golden sunset
healing words unspoken
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