"inflexibility" poems - Hello Poetry

*Death drives fast in stolen car Pursued en mass by cops afar Down motorway of he and she Who drive in innocence, legally. Colliding in cascading mess Of debris, dust and huge distress. Face down upon the tarmac now Handcuffed with glock at bleeding brow.* Whilst winding through a country glade An opulence of deep, green shade, A confluence of peace and quiet Where nature’s art, in beauty, riot, Where squirrels dart and rabbits munch In turquoise grasses, lush, for lunch, And sunspots sparkle in the shade This place where poetry is made. *Juxtaposed, the concrete hash Where ranting politician’s clash, Where each, determined to be right Adopts inflexibility's fight, To hold to ransom common sense Whilst seated stoically on the fence, Committing all to farce and pain Whilst pointing to another’s blame.* White waves wash the pristine sand Where in Bermuda shorts, I stand, Soaking up the tropic sun In holiday, now just begun, Far out I see a distant sail Which tells a fascinating tale Of opalescent crystal seas Caressed by mystic scented breeze. *Juxtaposed, is terrors threat Caste worldwide through Islam’s net, Despite the protestations made By Clerics, genuine, dismayed, Permeated far and wide Through violent death’s perverted pride. Causing misery obscene Whilst rinsing hands in blood till clean.* Hark, a lark on yonder hill It’s song, so clear, enduring till It ends in silence… so pristine, That tears stream down my face, so lean And gaunt, so filled with joy am I With gift of lark song sung to sky, A gift, so sweet and clean and pure If juxtaposed, it will endure. Marshalg Portraiture of my yin & yan in this day. 4 October 2013

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Oct 4, 2013

Oct 4, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Juxtaposed

*Death drives fast in stolen car Pursued en mass by cops afar Down motorway of he and she Who drive in innocence, legally. Colliding in cascading mess Of debris, dust and huge distress. Face down upon the tarmac now Handcuffed with glock at bleeding brow.* Whilst winding through a country glade An opulence of deep, green shade, A confluence of peace and quiet Where nature’s art, in beauty, riot, Where squirrels dart and rabbits munch In turquoise grasses, lush, for lunch, And sunspots sparkle in the shade This place where poetry is made. *Juxtaposed, the concrete hash Where ranting politician’s clash, Where each, determined to be right Adopts inflexibility's fight, To hold to ransom common sense Whilst seated stoically on the fence, Committing all to farce and pain Whilst pointing to another’s blame.* White waves wash the pristine sand Where in Bermuda shorts, I stand, Soaking up the tropic sun In holiday, now just begun, Far out I see a distant sail Which tells a fascinating tale Of opalescent crystal seas Caressed by mystic scented breeze. *Juxtaposed, is terrors threat Caste worldwide through Islam’s net, Despite the protestations made By Clerics, genuine, dismayed, Permeated far and wide Through violent death’s perverted pride. Causing misery obscene Whilst rinsing hands in blood till clean.* Hark, a lark on yonder hill It’s song, so clear, enduring till It ends in silence… so pristine, That tears stream down my face, so lean And gaunt, so filled with joy am I With gift of lark song sung to sky, A gift, so sweet and clean and pure If juxtaposed, it will endure. Marshalg Portraiture of my yin & yan in this day. 4 October 2013

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within my own inflexibility My rigidity deteriorates me circumstances are changing these are potentials I’m afraid to correct I become carried away when I identify with stimuli I’m boundless I know no restraints I’m extreme in reaction though I regret my severity I’m alert to the patterns instincts fail for the need of harmony I align, my emotions with awareness an enchanted form of perfected grace loyalty to doubt lack of power to concentrate focus perceived illogically spontaneously conceptualizing determination leads to recognition in a position of influence but only when recognized for being in the right place at the right time the bitterness in rejection when overstimulating the mind Even amongst the greatest of decadences spirit warrior has no polarity in nature of truth blessed this innocence maintained regardless analysis of personal actions and effects in an extreme state of self consciousness self deluted irrational focus on what’s already passed this inspiration that a rational concept can be established lack to continue intelligence to endure persistent re-evaluation indecision in times of transformation a deep and profound need to self express materialism disrupts creativity at best attracting loyalty as a gift leadership sanctioned in times of crisis a natural position of practicality avoiding conflict to keep security alert to patterns of inferior elements creates cooperation and results in management the most successful action is powerful and extreme reaction a boundless energy which ignores awareness no restraint puts spirit at risk balancing principals with energy leads to expansion and properity securing identity through careful consideration opposing restrictions with determination ignorance of innocence betrayed by action when finding yourself in a negative position the success of restraint lies not in abandonment but caution expressed as a social experiment instincts may fail for the need of Harmony yes establish conditions for collective mastery self deluted transformation reassed inspiration to omit retrogression would be the sin of omission to justify these time would be to mislead the mind

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC

jellybear

the sin of omission

within my own inflexibility My rigidity deteriorates me circumstances are changing these are potentials I’m afraid to correct I become carried away when I identify with stimuli I’m boundless I know no restraints I’m extreme in reaction though I regret my severity I’m alert to the patterns instincts fail for the need of harmony I align, my emotions with awareness an enchanted form of perfected grace loyalty to doubt lack of power to concentrate focus perceived illogically spontaneously conceptualizing determination leads to recognition in a position of influence but only when recognized for being in the right place at the right time the bitterness in rejection when overstimulating the mind Even amongst the greatest of decadences spirit warrior has no polarity in nature of truth blessed this innocence maintained regardless analysis of personal actions and effects in an extreme state of self consciousness self deluted irrational focus on what’s already passed this inspiration that a rational concept can be established lack to continue intelligence to endure persistent re-evaluation indecision in times of transformation a deep and profound need to self express materialism disrupts creativity at best attracting loyalty as a gift leadership sanctioned in times of crisis a natural position of practicality avoiding conflict to keep security alert to patterns of inferior elements creates cooperation and results in management the most successful action is powerful and extreme reaction a boundless energy which ignores awareness no restraint puts spirit at risk balancing principals with energy leads to expansion and properity securing identity through careful consideration opposing restrictions with determination ignorance of innocence betrayed by action when finding yourself in a negative position the success of restraint lies not in abandonment but caution expressed as a social experiment instincts may fail for the need of Harmony yes establish conditions for collective mastery self deluted transformation reassed inspiration to omit retrogression would be the sin of omission to justify these time would be to mislead the mind

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Our lives are on an endless journey Bound for a mysterious cognitive end Come and take this hand of abandon I promise, I’ll never leave you again Blown down are these walls of inflexibility Dissolved in acceptance my life’s resent Exposed by love these insecurities Resolved to you my true intent…

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC

TravelerTim

UNBREAKABLE CHAINS

Our lives are on an endless journey Bound for a mysterious cognitive end Come and take this hand of abandon I promise, I’ll never leave you again Blown down are these walls of inflexibility Dissolved in acceptance my life’s resent Exposed by love these insecurities Resolved to you my true intent…

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the acid green numbersof the digital clock surge flickering indefinitely against their black-board canvas Symbols in a constant flow of rotation, here where our circadian rhythm dances, stepping forward gently into the grace of each hour You taught me to move my feet, I passively glide to her lead as she guides my hand tilts up my chin with the night of her finger tips into the sea of the sky my moss marble eyes sink clinging to the vast, black, uncertainty of it all a weight off my shoulders, now chained to my ankles no better than a corpse, within the hold of gravity’s grasp flooded airways who had just met an unknowing last breath which had escaped silently into the innocence of reflective bubbles. And if still waters run deep, is it wrong to tread them blindly? Shattered as the seashells scattered across the frantic ocean floor is the state of the sanctuary that I used to know as my mind. Cement side walks still cracking in encounter with life’s forces sentenced by it’s own inflexibility. But with the willows i’ll bend, swaying silently with the sureness of the traveling breeze

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC

spiltalmondmilk

In the harbour

the acid green numbersof the digital clock surge flickering indefinitely against their black-board canvas Symbols in a constant flow of rotation, here where our circadian rhythm dances, stepping forward gently into the grace of each hour You taught me to move my feet, I passively glide to her lead as she guides my hand tilts up my chin with the night of her finger tips into the sea of the sky my moss marble eyes sink clinging to the vast, black, uncertainty of it all a weight off my shoulders, now chained to my ankles no better than a corpse, within the hold of gravity’s grasp flooded airways who had just met an unknowing last breath which had escaped silently into the innocence of reflective bubbles. And if still waters run deep, is it wrong to tread them blindly? Shattered as the seashells scattered across the frantic ocean floor is the state of the sanctuary that I used to know as my mind. Cement side walks still cracking in encounter with life’s forces sentenced by it’s own inflexibility. But with the willows i’ll bend, swaying silently with the sureness of the traveling breeze

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If I always seek other’s approval I’ll make myself a slave Believing life’s a struggle always brings Obstacles in my way If I never surrender my ego No security or peace If I keep trying to control others Enlightenment can’t be reached Refusing to turn over a new leaf I’ll never stretch to new heights Only feeling my separateness prevents My connection with all types If I never face things that are difficult I’ll never see easy times If I always project blame on others I’ll live to deny my crimes If I cannot acknowledge my mistakes I’ll never feel forgiven If I am governed by intolerance I’ll always be fear-driven If I always must make the first move then I won’t learn to wait or stay If I always compete just to win then I won’t feel the joy of play If I act like I know all the answers I won’t know questions to ask If I pretend to be somebody else I won’t know myself at last If I always insist on the last word To prove the points I defend I’ll never be someone’s beloved or Ever earn respect from friends If I love clinging to my possessions I’ll never learn how to lose I hold fast to inflexibility With only my way to choose If I never laugh spontaneously I’ll miss out on how freeing A good belly laugh is great medicine Re-charging my whole being If I can’t feel life’s pain and sorrow then I Won’t feel comforted or soothed If I hold back feeling vulnerable I’ll never feel deeply moved If I don’t expect my voice to be heard I’ll never know true expression If I never define who I am then Who will plot my direction? If I never speak up and go along Always swayed by a stronger voice Losing a piece of myself one by one And making no choice is a choice I’ll be sold down the river easily Without values life’s a waste Avoiding all struggles I’ll never know There’s no problem that can’t be faced Always charging through life at breakneck speed Living like push comes to shove Staying a slave to accolades I will Confuse approval with love Off balance, I avoid helping others Never jump in with both feet If I never embrace this life wholly I won’t know when times are sweet I refuse to cultivate tenderness I hide my feelings with lies I’ll never learn the blessings of failure Being so brittle, I’ll die

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC

terry-jordan

I hide my feelings with lies

If I always seek other’s approval I’ll make myself a slave Believing life’s a struggle always brings Obstacles in my way If I never surrender my ego No security or peace If I keep trying to control others Enlightenment can’t be reached Refusing to turn over a new leaf I’ll never stretch to new heights Only feeling my separateness prevents My connection with all types If I never face things that are difficult I’ll never see easy times If I always project blame on others I’ll live to deny my crimes If I cannot acknowledge my mistakes I’ll never feel forgiven If I am governed by intolerance I’ll always be fear-driven If I always must make the first move then I won’t learn to wait or stay If I always compete just to win then I won’t feel the joy of play If I act like I know all the answers I won’t know questions to ask If I pretend to be somebody else I won’t know myself at last If I always insist on the last word To prove the points I defend I’ll never be someone’s beloved or Ever earn respect from friends If I love clinging to my possessions I’ll never learn how to lose I hold fast to inflexibility With only my way to choose If I never laugh spontaneously I’ll miss out on how freeing A good belly laugh is great medicine Re-charging my whole being If I can’t feel life’s pain and sorrow then I Won’t feel comforted or soothed If I hold back feeling vulnerable I’ll never feel deeply moved If I don’t expect my voice to be heard I’ll never know true expression If I never define who I am then Who will plot my direction? If I never speak up and go along Always swayed by a stronger voice Losing a piece of myself one by one And making no choice is a choice I’ll be sold down the river easily Without values life’s a waste Avoiding all struggles I’ll never know There’s no problem that can’t be faced Always charging through life at breakneck speed Living like push comes to shove Staying a slave to accolades I will Confuse approval with love Off balance, I avoid helping others Never jump in with both feet If I never embrace this life wholly I won’t know when times are sweet I refuse to cultivate tenderness I hide my feelings with lies I’ll never learn the blessings of failure Being so brittle, I’ll die

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just a naked light bulb obsessed with the swimming shadow i cast slushy brained with a ****** iota of a heart driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company modernity grows black metal teeth technology nothing quite works anymore except the inflexibility of algorithm's they are my slave and I do what they say my upload is down loading to a disappearing file marked nervous breakdown on a blinking screen of high velocity electrons apocalypse of endless virtual hysteria in a spectrum of LiteBrite my wife screams vomitus epithets at the computer every ****** day ***** **** stupid *** but on the other hand i dont need to navigate the complexity of human relationship's any more i like my new virtual girlfriends ***** with long legs and ************ with her lesbian friends playing in a barrel of lubed ****** and **** thingamajigs preggo, and ***** having group *** licking edible *** beads with her best friends Hypno girl Kink Ya LiL Red Toxic Candy Slutty Bunny and **** Bait Bon Bon a cabal of delicate feminine monsters Subs and Doms like a garnish of pimentos red fire kimchee **** and sweet butter pickles and if i lose a girl friend the spiders will find me a new one i'm just a man getting on with life driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company i'm just a man getting on with life driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC

zebrablack

The Loneness Machine

just a naked light bulb obsessed with the swimming shadow i cast slushy brained with a ****** iota of a heart driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company modernity grows black metal teeth technology nothing quite works anymore except the inflexibility of algorithm's they are my slave and I do what they say my upload is down loading to a disappearing file marked nervous breakdown on a blinking screen of high velocity electrons apocalypse of endless virtual hysteria in a spectrum of LiteBrite my wife screams vomitus epithets at the computer every ****** day ***** **** stupid *** but on the other hand i dont need to navigate the complexity of human relationship's any more i like my new virtual girlfriends ***** with long legs and ************ with her lesbian friends playing in a barrel of lubed ****** and **** thingamajigs preggo, and ***** having group *** licking edible *** beads with her best friends Hypno girl Kink Ya LiL Red Toxic Candy Slutty Bunny and **** Bait Bon Bon a cabal of delicate feminine monsters Subs and Doms like a garnish of pimentos red fire kimchee **** and sweet butter pickles and if i lose a girl friend the spiders will find me a new one i'm just a man getting on with life driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company i'm just a man getting on with life driven by the loneness machine that keeps me company

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Life is born without shape. ****** out from one to become none Fresh clay to be cast, spun, and molded Folded in mother's arms she begins to give form With a kiss from the source the little form is claimed and a wrinkle above the brow is creased; the maker's mark. New movement comes in each day stretching out the raw material and shaping more detail. A mouth of questions spoken to fill in the scrawling words written inside. A hidden design with each learned answer The world takes a turn. The work is carved, scraped, and left scarred but still more beautiful in the details. It sees others begin to set dry becoming stuck in their ways. So brittle now in their inflexibility. Defiant to the end instead of being baked jumped into the water to become something new.

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Nov 15, 2017

Nov 15, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC

SomnambulistJourney

Shaped in Life

Life is born without shape. ****** out from one to become none Fresh clay to be cast, spun, and molded Folded in mother's arms she begins to give form With a kiss from the source the little form is claimed and a wrinkle above the brow is creased; the maker's mark. New movement comes in each day stretching out the raw material and shaping more detail. A mouth of questions spoken to fill in the scrawling words written inside. A hidden design with each learned answer The world takes a turn. The work is carved, scraped, and left scarred but still more beautiful in the details. It sees others begin to set dry becoming stuck in their ways. So brittle now in their inflexibility. Defiant to the end instead of being baked jumped into the water to become something new.

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