Best Disobey Poems
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
Why it hasn't rained for ages now,
So many failed crops, and fields you must plough.
Your dirty clothes are all so glum.
You're just a little dirty bum
You deserve no pity, my son.
Go up and clean yourself, get done,
There'll be no food for you tonight,
And don't dare cry you messy mite.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing out at dawn?
You dared disobey me again,
Bastard idiot and a pain.
Look at your clothes, all wet with dew,
Torn without a valid reason, too.
Do you think that I can afford
Money needed, is all we hoard?
I'll show you what attire you'll fray.
I swear I'll tear your hideaway.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Did I not send you to get twigs,
Why do you behave like poor pigs?
What are those stains around your face?
Eating berries? Did you say grace?
There, how's that for a bloody punch?
Now your face looks best like a crunch,
Can't even take his correction.
Wipe that juice, you misconception.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were you smooching with silly ****,
That goody goody, y mutt?
Go find a hooker, try to learn
What true pleasures women can burn.
You'll never learn from that hussy,
Good for nothing bit of lassie.
If I see you again with her,
Why I'll castrate you forever.
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John,
What were you doing alone at dawn?
Were not your father there with you?
Why is your face so red and blue?
Why haven't you returned together?
Eating berries in this weather?
Why is your new shirt so blood-stained?
Don't you know he will have you chained!
Oh John, my John, you'll never learn
Your father will kill you, he's stern.
What's that smile on your face, my John?
What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son,
What were you doing?
placed 1
In the beginning it was not so. Adam and Eve were perfect when God’s created them. Their interaction with each other reflected the perfection of the relationship between Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
They, like us were created with freedom of choice and could choose whether to follow God’s plan for their lives, or go their own way. When tempted by Satan, they chose to follow his suggestion and disobey God.
That act of disobedience fractured their relationship with God and with each other, and resulted in the brokenness that we experience today.
Adam and Eve hid from God after their disobedience. This is the first evidence of Brokenness. We hide or try to hide our wrongdoing because we are Broken.
Confronted with his disobedience, Adam and Eve resorted to blame. He blamed God, she blamed the serpent. Ever wondered why we are inclined to blame others for our mistakes. It’s because we are Broken.
Many children are abandoned by one or sometimes both parents, who themselves were abandoned by one or both of their parents. The result is brokenness.
Divorce, substance abuse, prostitution, sexual promiscuity, lesbianism, homosexuality, bisexuality, low self-esteem, pleasure-seeking, lying, cheating, stealing, killing, and a myriad other dysfunctions are symptoms of humanity’s Brokenness.
Where do we find help for our Brokenness? It begins with a choice. We know from experience that to keep our cars running well we need to follow the instructions in the Owner’s Manual.
Follow the instructions and your car runs well and you get to enjoy it for a long time. Ignore the instructions and your car will finally break down and leave you stranded. The choice is yours.
After this Brokenness invaded God’s plans for a perfect life for his creatures, he devised a plan to combat our Brokenness and finally effect humanity’s healing and restoration.
Like cars, we have a Maker and he has provided us with an Owner’s Manual, called the Bible. Read it and become familiar with God’s plan for our healing and restoration.
By following his instructions, we can mitigate the effects of our Brokenness. When we ignore his instructions, we experience break down in one or many areas of life. The choice is ours. Healing and Restoration or Brokenness.
HIS GRACE IS RELENTLESS
You called me from a million
but what did I do Father God?
You gave me eyes yet I chose to be blind
You gave me ears yet I chose to be deaf
You gave me mouth yet I chose to be mute
You gave me hands yet I chose to not share
You gave me feet yet I chose to turn my back
To Your call,
I said No
I did not stop
I run away
I opted to disobey You
So stubborn, I refused
doing only what I want
what I like...
Left to right roads with trees,
cemented, rocky, sandy,
so many roads I walk through
believing I can without You Father God
but I was wrong... terribly wrong!
I gain the golds, the diamonds
I was happy then for I have lots of friends
Day and night,
I taste the best meat
I drink the finest wine
I drive the newest limousine
I dress in signature clothes
I walk in branded shoes
I can sleep even in a bed of bills
but why?
Why amidst all these I am not happy?
I feel lost,
there is no peace, no contentment.
I am like the empty hole of a doughnut.
It is as if I am in a dark tunneled labyrinth.
I am calling the name of my mama, my papa
the friends whom I shared my golds
but what I heard in an echo
is my own voice....
I fell and dream.
I captain my life's ship
so wanting to sail,
swim on the ocean blues
watched over by sunny skies
and if tired
rest awhile in silky white sands
but along my sail,
the breezy air begin to blow
the quiet sea begin to wave..
Lots of wind blows they hit my ship
I thought only seagulls I will see
but again am wrong,
waves became tides
shaking and disturbing my ride...
I woke-up, asking myself...
If only I have chosen,
responding to Your call Father God
where could You have lead be?
I start my search,
uttering my cries,
repenting for my disobedience
weeping for Your grace and compassion
to kindly rescue me...
Always loving,
Always faithful,
Always merciful,
Father God answered me.
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Copyright © 2015
11:00 am, September 06, 2015
The scent of lavender and Rosemary
In the hedgerows as I walk
The fox disappearing so quickly
Into the hollow caves of chalk.
Within the old oak acre
The trees reach up to meet the sky
A humming bird providing magic for
A little boys enquiring eye .
Then I see her wild raven hair
and those gleaming emerald eyes
She beckons me with her finger
To disobey would be unwise .
Though she may be elderly
I know she'll bring me luck
So I carry her crockery
To wash in the friars brook
Then I fetch her water
and I do not spill a drop
I turn to leave as I was taught to
She insists I stop .
She takes my hand in her hand
In silence she reads my palm
I don't know how but I understand
This lady means me no harm .
Then she made a big mistake
Her story did not make sense
What does a child know of heartbreak
Or its dreadful consequence .
I was to remain faithful to my conviction
and true love would find me
I must not be swayed by contradiction
The colour of lavender held my destiny .
At home my grandma told me
Gypsies were fantastic at reading sign
That dear old lady Rosie
Had just predicted mine .
I have had so many heartaches
As into a man I grew
but forever love make no mistake
I still believe in you.
My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.
He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He was there to break a wild colt,
Three brothers there to yell.
Our youngest brother, four years old
Yelled, “I’ll tell Ma on you
Unless you take me up there
And give me a ride too.”
In his eagerness to hush him,
His big brother agreed
And lifted him to the bare back
Of that big, trembling steed.
Our father came in nick of time
To salvage little brother,
Then watched as his son rode that colt.
No one told our mother.
This poem is based on Mythology
She sits above all her domain
an affaire is her delight.
Her love of life you understand:
to keep the reins in tight.
She rules her realm, all fairy land.
Dark man dotes on his queen,
to fetch her tea, or raise his hand
merely to help her preen.
A strong black steed he often rides
into the land of man;
to bring the one of her desire
to her in fairy land.
He rides in haste with one intent
with just one thought in mind;
to get to where he wants to go,
find who he wants to find.
He never speaks, yet in command
no one can disobey.
The one intended mounts behind,
they soon are on their way.
Dark man explains, the man can’t tell
secrets exposed to him.
Or boast of powers he may gain,
not now, or future dim.
For should he fail and break his word,
Dark Man will make him beg.
Will take his eye with fairy sight
or wither arm or leg.
The fairy queen, no gossip wants.
Discretion is her key.
To guard her puritan “delight”
what has to be will be.
© Oct 13, 2011 Charles Henderson
For Deb’s Creepy Irish Creatures contest
placed 2nd in the contest
Nightly, I wander in shadows of a recurring dream
and find myself wading through a shallow stream.
The Ancient of Oaks calls from beyond the thickets,
its gentle whispers mingling with chirping crickets.
I cannot guide my steps in the direction of choice,
for if I disobey, his leaves rustle in grumbling voice,
"Enter the forest, child, without fear of what I ask.
Moon and I will guide you with each virtuous task."
In the forest of my dreams, my path alters each night.
Sometimes I run to follow a nightingale in lofty flight.
There are times when I must free myself from a maze,
or suckle from mother fox, a kit waiting for her praise.
One starless night, I stumbled on a gnarled tree root
whose existence moments before, I dare not dispute,
for the Ancient One is very aware of every step I take.
Forest fauna watch over me 'til first light of daybreak.
I am puzzled why a forest sylph, I was chosen to be.
Ancient One said I would understand all the mystery
when after the last of my journeys comes to an end,
and I'd comprehend that my dreams were a Godsend.
So I do not question when his branches point me East
to right a wrong committed, turning famine into feast.
Or travel North and South, tending a nation that bleeds,
with a message to forests to provide for hunger's needs.
Each morning I awake with the memory of my dream,
my feet wet from wading through a shallow stream.
Some day soon, I hope to learn the reason for my quest.
Tonight I'll be in the forest when the sun sets in the West.
April 17, 2021
In the Forest of My Dreams Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
we stimulate our minds for our intellect to grow
becoming more technical
remaining spiritually slow
so we face trials and tribulation
crisis and complications
praising God, while serving Satan
expecting love when spewing hatred
our faith is dissipating
until its totally forsaken
for miracles we pray
yet and still we disobey
missed lessons
means blocked blessings
wrong paths are chosen
cursed to glimpse the promised land but never enter like Moses
it's hard to humble ourselves cause we've got pride
so we find a hard head leaves a soft backside
when stressed i ride
reclined, inside
sounds booming
trying hard to decipher the message in our music
Pac said keep your head up
Treach said guard your grill
Wu sang protect your neck
Cube said to kill at will
Eazy said easy does it
Run said hard times
Jigga ask can I live
but Big ready to die
50 cent said get rich ore die trying
K.R.S made stop the violence, and listen to my nine
these are questionable times
that leave young impressionable minds
hoping to find success pushing dope on the grind
thinking all the pain would end if they became rich
but the harder they hustle the more pain and anguish
if we could understand the hustle
we would over stand the struggle
instead we constantly land back in trouble
on frivolous pursuits
searching for forbidden fruits
living lies until they collide with the moment of truth
I been there and done that
played with fire and got burned as soon as my hand healed I'd run back
so young and misguided
mama said don’t do it I tried it
it's by God's grace I survived it
flash back to my youth I was so naive and timid
wondering if that path I walked on is the one the Lord intended
tired of getting beat by bullies so I learned to prevent it
but I found my self in front of the judge as a defendant
five times aquited of crimes that I committed
but the one time I was innocent is when I got convicted
justice may be blind, but she so vindictive
so I struggle with it
trying to make since out of the senseless
You could give a look to slay
those that choose to disobey.
You could choose sticks and stones
and warn your enemy with crossbones.
You could trick, trip and roll your eyes,
bid the traitor to a duel, say your goodbyes.
Still, when you are not in one accord -
The pen is mightier than the sword.
It draws a line in the sand, with ink,
into the mire of words your enemy will sink,
and not alone, but with his or her treasury of friends
as they view themselves through your vocabulary lens.
Like a volcano, earthquake or cyclonic spout
your nemesis can’t help but hear your shout.
3/22/2023
In the midst of the morn;
In the newness of the dawn;
He loves you God loves you, don't run off;
Don't just walk away;
In these troubling times;
you might find;
Heartaches, pains;
Just remember this one thing;
God loves you don't just walk away;
you are bound by your decision;
Wasn't the right reason;
So now you must stand and bear the sacrifice;
Do not be delusioned;
God's not gonna infuse you with your sin;
He's gonna set you free;
So
Stand still and receive the promise;
Be still and reap the mercies;
Be clear in your mind
You'll save a whole lot of time;
If you just be still and don't just walk away;
God said, I love you now just don't walk away;
For it was I who created you;
And made you marvelous this way, (this day)
Don't just go and walk away;
Now fall voluntarily on your knees;
For this is just but have one way to please, me;
Lets worship and pray/praise together;
The least it should be is less and not never;
Stand still and receive the promise;
Be still and reap the harvest;
Be clear in your mind;
You'll save a whole lot of time;
If you just be still and don't just walk away;
God loves you don't just walk away;
When the woman came to me;
She said part take with me;
Of this fruit, it was right then where it began sin nature;
Came into the world;
God says I love you why did you disobey me;
Who told you were naked?
In the grasses and trees God sought us out;
We had covered ourselves up;
I (we) were created one then made two;
Now what shall the fallen do;
We (I) was scared so we (I) hid;
Ashamed because of what We ( I did;
God loves you (me) don't just walk away;
Did you hear me, God loves you, me, us;
Don't just walk away;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. August 17 2007(c)
From "More Than an apple Tree" (c)2007
The tree of the knowledge of good and evil was a tree that was forbidden and both harmful and lethal. A basic command was given to Eve but she disobeyed God and was deceived. Adam came next with a temptation in mind. He ate the fruit and then his life was declined. Sin has entered into the world today and now we have caskets in which we lay. We could’ve had a perfect world with peace and harmony but now we have a world with grief and agony. Here is a lesson learned, when you disobey God you will be burned. Obey God in everything you do because living right is a life filled with truth. God Bless!
NO TO RACISM
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Either I'm black, or white
I'd like to say " NO TO RACISM "
It hurts me, what's going on the worldwide
Why don't everyone respect themselves at least ?
This is a problem of all mankind
From north to south, from west to east
Yeah, it's a matter of humanity
And whom agree with me
Switch on your pity
To stop this enemy
Why do we say "NIGGA" ? "*****" ????
We're coming from the same source, aren't we ??
What happened that day
In Missouri U.S.A
When a policeman, have killed a Blackman
In a horrible and ugly way
Without respect, with no shame
And what's happening in
A lot of European countries
Against Islam, why are they racists ?
Are Muslims terrorists ?
We all know
That terrorists have no home
No religion, they're unknown
They might not be shown
So, why do they attack
The world of Islam ?
It doesn't deserve that
If they really represent Islam
You say that it's a revolution
In a lot of nations
Listen to me carefully
We're able to disobey
Our wrongdoer president
But, by the way
We haven't to take
Something to be hidden
We mustn't veil
Are we terrorists ??
And now, don't you understand ?
Do not be racist
I shall defend
By my diamond pen
'cause obviously I'm an artist
I'm gonna fly
I wanna shine
For all mankind
Yeah, I'm that kind
Just open your mind
And think about what I used to write
It has been a century and a half since emancipation.
However, stubbornly persisting is racial discrimination.
Despite many anti-discrimination laws today,
people are still breaking and ignoring them anyway.
Racists from all over are continuing to disobey.
The situation is just too perplexing to me.
Why can't we ever learn to live in harmony?
inspired by another member's poem
The first guy who kissed me by my lips
Tickled me down to my fingertips
Careful to handle me with every grip
Selfless love without a director's script
You are my first ever boyfriend
Guarding me, every now and then
Always ready to mend and defend
''My ideal man'', you set the blend
Your strong arms have held me dear
My shield through raging storm of fears
Same wide open arms keep me on cheer
Every time there are thunder rolling tears
A gaze likened to a tiger's eye
Strict and firm with my cry
Yet, tender daring me with tries
Letting me free to soar and fly
Although now, I'm more than twenty
Father, your patience is so plenty
Providing me both love and penny
Even when things get so messy
Us, your family, is your sweetest cherry
With every ounce of life's' chevy
You remain ready and so sturdy
My love grows for you each day
Father... My ever dearest Papa.
Thank you for all love you display
I am sorry if by chance I disobey
Do know that I love you
More than those words (above) say...
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1:37 am, May 01, 2014
My fingers grip tightly as I
create inversions and wise archaic diction.
Eager to record more glorious expression
and "wright" more on the canvass of time.
The power of my pen
is my panache and panacea.
My pen is connected to my thought
and words fight for a place upfront.
With eyes closed,
I disobey the rules of grammer.
Ideas form more quickly.
My Pen will last forever.
The power of my pen
is one in a million.
It saw the best in me when everyone else
could only see the worse in me.
My pen gave me wings so I could fly.
All I want is all from you.
It gave me an ink to colour the sky.
All I have is all from you.
I was lost but you find me here
You put me close; end up being near.
Forgive me PEN when I'm weak and lost.
You've being my eyes when I could not see.
Hey!!! ye poets on earth!!!
Don't give up on your pen
cos your pen won't
give up on you.