"intransigent" poems
I have a message
For you haters
You're the wreckage
Your words like razors
No longer shall I keel
To your decimating attitude
I have an intransigent zeal
Of undeniable magnitude
Your reign of terror
Now a speck in the past
Your puppet strings I sever
Now free I feel, at last
I dare you, I dare you
Try to cut me down
But be warned, I will strew
Your face all over the ground
No longer am i afraid.
All the hated, it's time to stand
All the haters, it's time to be repaid
No more worries, just grains of sand
The tides now change
Deny them their satisfaction
Their power has no range
Haters, this is your termination
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
Wanted: her words!
Her inspired, breathless,
Sighing words
Needed for motivation
Desired for an elixir
Of broken hearts and corrupt minds
Wanted: her words!
Her mellifluous panacea
Breathing life into the inanimate
Defining the undefinable
And finding felicity in the fugacious
Wanted: her words!
Her intransigent, sagacious,
And judicious lyrics
Publicly educating and passionate
Privately life's denouement
Her words are wanted
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
I've abandoned a withered state, fumbling
Toward your ecstasy - opening windows to
A brave new world: What a scene to behold!
My heart has calmed consuming life’s tonic -
I'm filled with attraction, alike an alchemist
disposition to discover their personal legend
How far, do thoughts travel? Become aware,
we’ve covered only but a few hours of sleep
The vicissitudes of motion - by faith we move
At luminal speed, ’til visions dawn and we’re
Before a sky clearing moon
Shall we recline in that loft above?
While it be suspended in the fetal position?
Or tarry until morn’ when reflections are reborn
From spurts of spontaneity, to cycles of growth
Apprehending blessings so as to appreciate the
distance of our obstacles
For camaraderie's had since severed –
And authenticity perfidiously pilfered –
And liars became prosecutors of liars
Pregnant with delusions of grandeur
Freedom is the temporal prison for
Revolutionaries wails of conditions
Psalms of sentimentalism provoke
An emotional tug of war, conscripting
another soldier of love – wearing a fig
Leaf of inhibition and foul remains of
passed transgressions...
Where to turn to when you’re cold?
Intransigent echoes give no warmth
I’ve fallen into the (d)earth of sanity
Erstwhile
Fumbling
Toward
Ecstasy
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
Sweltering insurgencies of electric power chords
Tribal reverberations of skin-stretched drum boards
Rolling and filling; syncopating the noise
Of the tit-less toys
The dick-less boys
Enraptured in the music
The anthem
Of invidious phantoms
My eyes hurt inside and
I want to pull them out and
Scrape out the gunk and rust
that’s behind my self-indulgent perseverance
so I can cry
for the first time in years…
Wrapping my hands around his slender torso
Licking away the paint, the dripping ooze; more so
Than hastening my ****** and mordant urges
To bite what emerges
And my mouth purges
The obelisk from underneath
The iron-pierced jester
The voracious molester
My hand tightens as I grip
his throat tighter and
I want to squeeze until his eyes pop
from his sockets and
laugh until I puke against the walls,
watching the ****** fluids mix
like an execrable marinara sauce…
I turned thirty while still being sixteen
The vivid beauty of the world was only in dreams
But none of mine, none that I can recall
Many years have passed since I took the oral fall
Where no one saw
Intransigent need to live
For the snake in my veins hungered for more
So many had their way
until I was limp and sore.
Defamatory fingers of mire and strife
Probing and stretching
My insides
And devilishly comforting
With limpid ambrosia
That’s infected by bilious worms and maggots covered in icing
And fruit
Amatory gauntlets fastened and secured over
Handless limbs that retract under matriculated frictions
That fracture, crack, morph, distort
Emphasize, marginalize
Rationalize, desensitize
Acts of *********** evasion, moral drainage;
Pieces, bits, chunks, sections, portions, servings;
Arms, legs, eyes, tongues, fingers, toes,
Love, lust, infatuation
Adoration
Boys, girls, women, men,
Angels, demons, monsters, humans
Creators, gods, titans, divas
All extended and limited from the minds that worship
Sanctify, mesmerize, glorify, rectify
While humans eat more, love more, **** more
Than the angels, demons, monsters, and titans
We ponder and cherish
Nevermore, for me
Ever lore, for all
Crows surround
And chaos found.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
the criminal element is lost
have you fought with your boss
each day is fraught with challenges
but that's what makes you stronger
all along the water's edge
the waves break and connect
like threads of poetry
lines of beauty
curving at the moon
luminous intrusions
before we are fallen
dreams seethe
with colorful landscapes
and i am a blade of grass
threads of astral fire
aspire for the sun
my magic is beyond recognition
it ignites the silence
and burns bright as day
words are living
breathing entities
families of sounds
consonants and vowels
are relatively harmless
unless you dare
to speak them out loud
control your tone
and let aspiration resonate
this assonance is rather transient
so lets embrace our scansion
mansions of impermanence
lands of intransigent transients
its tragic really
how the lead of vehemence
can spread so rapidly
sentient powers stake their claim
in soil that remains dutiful
despite your shame
have we gone insane
its quite likely
or are we still the same
that remains to be questioned
better to drop this game
and keep up your crazy vision quest
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
Indian mother, small daughter, dowry troubles
kerosene poured drenching them
soaked rage, soaked rags
match struck, flames then death
wrenching
Two crumbs amongst these intransigent
slices of village culture
lost, burnt alive
never even at the table
A slice of life lost in a furnace
fueled by ignorance
American daughter, guilt filled
flees the home that loves her
drug fueled journey, on a treadmill of fear
for the running never ends
needle slices, a lonely son away from his mother
****** coursing the blood vessels
A slice of life, a slice of madness
English man sitting, ruminates on his slices
some with honey, some with not
pens a few lines
reality served up, tough to swallow
late in life, at least he’s realized
he’s the breadwinner and the bread maker
each slice cut, just the way he likes it
a sliced of life, a slice of love
each one chewed to perfection.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
I asked you not to phone
I asked you to forget
grievous to hear a voice so beset
by lamenting longing for me
The pills don't really help much
melancholy as intransigent as the scorching sun
They call it therapy resistant
a homeostasis of neurotic persistence
I wish I could be like you
I really do
so normal, so gay, so ebullient
so eager, so joyful, so light,
so God-awful ready to meet each new day
I can only harm myself dear
that's why we're apart
I asked you not to phone
I asked you to forget
the suffering of seriousness
realism of immutable truths
the pinching pliers of precision
pathos of colliding decisions
I asked you to forget
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
heavy concentration in time's
essence, foiled by delights,
intransigent by the world.
lost in paternal void
to fulfill some design
of desire, desolate.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
She diligent
and indigenous
here palladium
sought rally
call nigh
defiant shore
and untested
water with
her only
real rationale
foreseen with
motive and
her intransigent
caper that
her heart
beholden belligerent
with peace.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
An oppressive and bearded dictator
has expired, and we sing "see ya later".
The intransigent pride
on the Communist side
makes Miami Cubanos' joy greater.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
In the glow of an intransigent moon,
she looked up at dull stars with a twinkling bitterness.
All she wanted was the sun.
She wanted endless yellows and reds.
Blues.
Greens.
Light to be shed upon her world.
But she was stuck under a film of grey.
And the night would not relent.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
The ineffaceable stain
Allegorical refrain
Dictates the wily antidotes for a newfound sane
They hector from a distance
Muted but militant resistance
magical hobgoblins the lifeblood of their persistence
Heterodoxy enters the stage
Cognizant of ignominy, a potent repressed rage
Succor sought, corporate media bought
A pyrrhic limelight is certainly not what was sought
I defer to dignified exemplars
I confer with callous company at vapid bars
Concluding thereby the inverse proportionality of authenticity to success
The articulations of divinity imply rigidity
sweltering soul burgeoning with light sweating an evanescent humidity
If blind before, partial and total sight reconstitute the core
omnipresent paparazzi deplores
Past pities insuperable even with pithy witty
Future pieties irrelevant to ineradicable ignominy and purported dignity
Cupid and cupidity must be related
because gold-diggers alerted to my fair share would be elated
Begrudged at every tick, tantalized by a slow torture lurid flit
I cast my ambitions into the fathomless depths
I amass provisions for a restive hibernation, enduring schlep
Redemptive powers yet articulated
Should ease the prospects of being matriculated
But is cloistered suffering an inexcusable plight
When the deep coffers derelict a modest gesture of making grievous inequities once again right?
Must I swim to distant shores
Past the barnacles beneath and the urchins on submerged sand, very sore
Landmines at the beach, pantomimes and their garbled preach
Past scattershot invective fortified by intransigent misers of conscience, the balmy resort out of reach.
Bleak bleats, meek feats, good eats
I think it is about time for a tyrannical psychology to let me off the incapacitating leash, letting me focus on actions rather than on incomprehensible speech
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
I am a pawn on my own distraught
chessboard. The juxtaposed avenues of
landscape instill a craving for regression.
No desire to advance thanks to
the looming gift of sacrifice. Lateral steps are cherished,
nourished for too many seasons.
An austere spring is beginning to cascade and crumble
under the weight of the
intransigent summer. The board
begins to emit a cool sizzle
from its pores. Pawns relish
in their lack of duties but are
never graced with the option of lateral steps.
Stalked by the truer ivory pieces of enbalment,
pushed by their slave driving synapses
to chase the horizon for Bimini and longevity.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Although I must go
There's a part of me that wants to stay
Inspite of all the allegations and blames
You put on my name
It isn't that I don't love me
Or I don't respect myself
But there's a driving force
That makes me want to hold you back
I would incessantly admit
Loving you was an exquisite form of self destruction
It was like drowning in the ocean
Despite knowing how to swim
You were my terraquous zone
The world I'd call my own
How much ever it hurts to let go
It's time to walk away, I know
A part of me will always love you
Waiting for you to change
And come back to me
Albeit it seems difficult
There's still a lil ray of hope and belief
In us; in you and me
But right now it's time to take a call
I want you to know that I love you madly
And I hope you realize it
Before I guard myself again
Before i bring them up,
The much stronger and intransigent walls
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Sleep comes to those who wait
slumbers of nothings
and dreams of melodies
caress the inevitable fate
Expression laid like a place setting
table cloth pulled and dishes wobbling
waiting, leaning, and feigning
for an answer to start believing
But I wait, patient and still
Vermouth, spilled *****
and whiskey, tacky kills
Another sunrise
two more setting
surprise me in the morning
unrested and humming
A glass of water
filled with ice
balancing
next to a butter knife
Sliced smooth
intransigence
coupled delight
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 2:56 AM UTC
throw me pain
give me scars
let 'em choke on me
my throat full of glass
i am burning
burning with vindictive
soar to the sky
insolent feeling
leave me devastated
i am intransigent
to prove
I can stand still
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
STANDING ALONE
Standing alone is the only way
to gain a gathering. That’s the
paradox no one seems to under-
stand. If one wishes to be true to
all others, one must first be able
to stand alone. All great leaders
know this instinctively. One must
embrace one’s truth, then those
who are keen enough will sense
it ineluctably, and the many will
become one. Earth urgently needs
one to come forward with truth
so that billions of others can join
and all can become one. The courage
one needs is first to be able to stand
alone, not an easy thing to do, but
necessary. Be brave, be intransigent,
be yourself.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
I will look with unglazed eyes
onto this nebulous existence
and I won’t hesitate to cut it
with a knife, unsympathetic to those
who would hinder or impede me.
They are not my life, I am my life.
I cannot imagine not turning over
every last effulgent piece of
this Earth, and so I will
not leave one drink undrunk,
one feeling unfelt, one sigh
unsighed. I will take what this world has
by force; I am here but once, so do not
stop me, block me, weather me in,
it will fail. I am an intransigent
being, uncompromising in my need,
unforgiving in my ways, strident in
my demands. Like a preservative,
feral mother I won’t let the one
I love become victim to famishment,
and I am my child today.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
good health
i have had a comfortable life
with middle class privilege
but i have known and seen
bullies in my class
making me stand against it always
they are leading the country now
and are demonstrably showing
brutal intransigent power
over those without citizen identity
because we had wars
in their countries
so they have done nothing more
than seek a better life
who wouldn’t have?
and now they can’t go back
so many people compromised
by oil greed and power avarice
rendered without country
without wealth
without identity
without dignity
these people are no different
in human need
yet
i have place
i have citizen identity
i have freedom
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
je ne te céderai pas, jamais plus,
toi, le monstre, parti pour un carnage,
voulant montrer tes crocs, mais hélas, tu oublies
que je suis aveugle, et que toi, tu m'appartiens.
j'oublierai le goût de ses lèvres
et l'odeur de son cou,
et le toucher de son pull, oui,
j'oublierai tout.
je serai sans pitié vis-à-vis des mémoires
qu'elles aillent craintives se recroqueviller
dans un coin sombre de ma pensée
intransigeante. sans concessions. une statue
de marbre sur la joue de laquelle
coule une larme.
*i won't give it to you, never again,
you, the monster, off in a rampage,
wanting to bear your fangs, but alas, you forget
that i am blind, and you, you are part of me.
i'll forget the taste of his lips
and the smell of his neck
and the touch of his sweater, yes,
i'll forget everything, without exception.
i'll be ruthless regarding the memories
i hope they go cower, fearful,
in a dark corner of my mind.
intransigent. without concession. a marble
statue on whose cheek
falls a tear.*
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
i see him straightening the
ruffle of his native clothing,
putting words of truth
inside the empty parentheses
of mendacities -
it is through his leonine eyes
that i see the pointlessness
of men. through the
TV's hoarse static i can hear
his voice occupy the space
of obligation without swerving
to paths made available for ease
without clear trudge.
sir, you make it painless
to conceive these cutting truths -
death trembles in these taut attestations. in half-lighted periphery i can see the shadows
threatening to cast us into damnation, and it is in the bright ray of your speech that i have started to uncover the beasts
and their diminutive language.
dark as dark these ploys could be,
now that they are whiter than
ever with their transparencies,
you have handed these people
flames to torch effigies
and use their glare to light
the intransigent paths
to this nation's true calling!
spare us from the debaucher
of this once sacred land, the contortionists of these ill fates.
and preserve our just tillage
over these archipelagos!
save us from the vertigo of these
mangled, twisting roads!
give our speech obdurate
magnitude so we can hammer down
the lies thrown at us and cast them away together with their wretched demagogues!
let us once more, be brave
to withstand the eye of storms
and emerge wizened like
trees in the summer of
our old, resplendent memories
where everything is
and nothing
is speaking loosely
of something far from our hands
to hold, like
prosperity,
or effulgence - altogether!
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
'Quit!'-- the most powerful word
I know
one that
I'll never let go-
sounds grandiosely onomatopoeic
( a word that never fails to stick)
it shakes
the existing foundation
and order of things
it compels
listening and reckoning-
the establishment
is held aghast and asks:
'Is this a sting
to everything
we hold sacred and dear?'
( why should the present masters fear
if of their own stand they stand sure?)
'Quit!'
a word
so final
affirmative
decisive
prophetic
as though
the bulwarks of the old
must give way to the new
(and what's that 'new' happening?--
those who are threatened are asking)
' Quit!'
how glorious the word!
audacious
pugnacious
cantankerous
unrelenting
uncompromising
non-conforming
unflinching
unyielding
irreverent
intransigent
belligerent
most triumphant !
unashamed
contemptuous
of the current state of being
virtuous
as it would not prostrate
before what it deems to demean
human morality or decency
it would not cow
to suppression or tyranny--
' Quit! if you want to be free!'
How often
in my youthful days
' Quit!' swamped my mind
before those who controlled and bullied me
as I was poor and weak
with no recourse
to any safety nor sanctuary-
how they took delight to see
me at their mercy--
my misery made them happy
' My time shall come'
myself I did promise
through sweat and tears
I laboured waiting for the dawn
when I would shake off the yoke
of my unhappy years-
' Patience, patience, patience'
to myself a thousand times I said
' The time has not come, you must still wait
in more patience, yet more, more and more' --even in the dead
of night the word returns to haunt
weeks followed days, months followed weeks
years followed months, decades followed years
my struggle took three decades-
the price of freedom didn't come cheap
then came the crowning moment
and before the inquisitors I threw my gauntlet
looked into their fearful and perplexed eyes
and exclaimed : ' I QUIT!'
(the most senior of them fell from his seat!).
Quitters of the world
unite!
you have nothing to lose
but your chains!
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
I'll be a broken record;
I'll be a pesky fly
And keep asking questions--
Keep asking, "WHY?"
WHY, after thousands of shootings,
Are we still having fights
Interpreting our nebulous
Second Amendment rights?
WHY are we constantly told
That there's simply no way
To loosen the very tight grip
Of the intransigent NRA?
WHY do some believe
That fewer will be harmed
Or killed by a violent miscreant
If MORE Americans are armed?
WHY don't gun owners find
That fine-tuning the laws
To protect ALL Americans
Is a worthy cause?
WHY does it fall on deaf ears
Whenever the public demands
Ways to keep our guns
Out of the wrong hands?
WHY does it seem to be only
In America that we find
This love affair with guns--
Where guns are so enshrined?
Until we see some changes
And answers to questions WHY,
I'll be a broken record;
I'll be a pesky fly.
- by Bob B
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
For You!
You are a shadow of your former self,
Intransigent intrinsically,
Distressed,
Depressed by love herself,
Lifting love to heaven,
Encased in feather-down,
In violet ultra violent storms denial,
Out of anger,
Rage erupted,
Stripped,
Lain bare,
Care apparent from heir apparent,
Inherent,
For my Lord of Poetry,
From Loving Lady Poetry!
COPYRIGHT Livvi Kent 05/06/2013.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
To err on the side of caution here is not to try at all
Fold, unfold and refold to stare at clipped wings
With the icy squalls and treacherous winds
Perhaps not to fly is a blessing after all
Tarry not, come whispers from lonesome depths
Subterfuge is no sin for a weary heart
To receive and not give and not come apart
Only the lucky and the naive dare take the plunge
Down the crimson stained ravines in which the fallen still lie fresh
Dashed on jagged edges of lovers' valleys steep
Embitterment on their tongues as the rocks on jellied flesh
Plagued with numbness by day and nightmares in sleep
Lock, unlock and relock this sepulchre of emotion then
Let me out of here and perish with these thoughts
Tread forbidden paths all over their souls
They crisscross like passions and tangle in knots
Unscathed forevermore, immortal be the insouciant
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC