Best Insubordinate Poems
In the past during many a generation,
a horse has been used for transportation.
Usually obedient animals not needing a goad,
they are quite strong, and can pull a heavy load.
Horseback riding is a past time many know.
On a country trail, it’s the way to go.
Sometimes, horses are animals with a mind of their own.
If they don’t like a rider, that person can be thrown.
Horses can be insubordinate and very fickle.
If you fall off a horse, it doesn’t tickle.
These creatures can be a very faithful friend.
However, they can cause injury that may be hard to mend.
Categories:
insubordinate, animals,
Form:
Rhyme
Soundless words gather in the mist of your ever-changing stature
Contorting banter smothers the landscape of your toil
Your soul is defined through pillage of thought and pleasure
Whispers and taunts explode without truth
Circling the antics of foolish affairs
Your respect stains below wicked feet
Gnawing the attentive to reap consideration of being great
Your masquerade was open to me
Groping the passive nature from within
Accepting the ignorance of others
Clutching the fight for happiness
Insubordinate dupe your talent is lacked
Gather your forces I am not coming back
Categories:
insubordinate, happiness,
Form:
Blank verse
A ventured stroll away from talk
taking in all superfluous detail
allowing it to fill my corrupted senses
an escape from the tedium
it invites me to escape from the routine.
To open new ways of perceiving
at what has been seen before
yet never revealed afore.
Rarely a moment goes by
when the same view cannot take on a new hue
for the view is alive
pumping subtle life
into each crook and cranny
so that every microcosmic detail
the tiniest of other earthly intelligence
are also offered the opportunity
the same that we are given
to flourish
of making a worthy society.
Beneath our very feet
subtle signs are there
for us to perceive if only
our eyes are able to notice.
Cracks and fissures around
infrastructures hardened textures
allow glimpses of those forces
not insubordinate
just seeking a share of living space
to echo their colourful vibrations
on our un-perceiving attentions.
An eye so keen to accept such notices
might be tempted to see
such sacred messages for us to feel or heed.
Madness may even encroach
to accept the design of such a divine creation
is at work edging around our corrosive borders.
Behind the corporal language
a communication so deep and so fine
no human sense could fully comprehend.
Unless we learned to abandon
our fleshy bony vehicles for a simpler primordial state
surrender complete intimacy with all of creation.
Hearing unutterable whispers of shining comfort
through the cracks and fissures along
the pavement, striding, roaming
surging up through gutters and drains.
The unsuspecting borders between nature
and our singular self-enhancing interactions.
Life is surging,
urging us to manifest,
in joining in feeding on its royal bosom
sharing in the feast of creation
so we, in turn, will return
to nourish the elementary message
of our purest love.
Categories:
insubordinate, city, creation, environment, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Silent sturdy nothing ringing through my desolate unforgiving ears
A pin drops, a heart stops, a cry, a scream, still nothing phases my hearing of silence
My mind is so noisy sometimes but makes no difference to the outside
A love for sound that I will never know of, for I will always have to endure
Silence
A nuisance only I can suffer from in my own insubordinate thoughts
Although I can listen to you in the end it only means silence to all I have ever come to known
A sad end to a beginning that never reverses its true meaning
Never hides only seeks for its next victim to make bleed in a figure of speech
Or just a reality busting out of its seems
Something that a needle and thread cant just make into a new better form of you
No its forever who you are and all you will ever know
But even though you scream and cry or rationalize in ludacris ways or laugh or smile
Silence will eventually catch up to you retarding all you know
And finally all you know will go leaving to a better place that silence is of no importance to all
your ways
Live life
Love hard
Dream away
For one day the silence you feel will be swept away
Feeling and hearing all the sounds once again that use to keep you grounded
Silence is inevitable but can be obliterated by sweet sound
Categories:
insubordinate, life
Form:
Free verse
I wish I had the balls of Bukowski,
I wish I had the genius of the Gonzo HST.
If I had the style of Gotti mixed
With the drive of Capone, left alone
To simmer with Lanskey, I'd be
The newest of new in the melting pot.
You either got it or not.
Mafia prose mixed with noble booze
And a refuse to lose, matched by who?
Nobody knows. Uncontested, irreverent,
Insignificant, insubordinate, yet,
Undeniably the truth, and proof that
No matter what the day and age,
No one can ever be the slave
If they pick up the definer of men...
...The Violent Pen.
Categories:
insubordinate, art, dedication,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Land of Milk & Honey.
The president has banned the verb “work,” there are no job seekers
or unemployed people, but those who administrate the state are on
duty. Since all is mechanized, digitalized and robotozied there is little
need for citizens to do anything, but receive a monthly card to spend
on food, clothes and other things, and they will be well enumerated.
At last the masses have been set free from the toil of labour.
They can sleep as long as they want, walk in the park or pursue sport,
meet in the evening and read poetry, with the understanding “work”
is not mentioned, ‘cause the state know some poets are insubordinate
and will try to sneak in “work” by calling it something else. If the state
censor find out the writer will be banned from all public gatherings and
not being able to buy yogurt till he repents and writes nice things about
the beautiful colour of plastic flowers, made by a robot called Rose.
It has taken mankind thousands of years to reach this stage of maturity,
and they will look up to the clear blue sky and say: “Truly this is Utopia.”
Categories:
insubordinate, political, satire,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Untamed unruly
Insubordinate strands coiled into a restrictive pose
Chemical warfare and arson to my scalp to straighten you out
For a while you complied but you always get tangled up in a mess
Arrested for disorderly conduct
Failing to yield to a comb
Robbing me of my sanity
This delinquency I can’t tolerate
So I had to lock you up
Categories:
insubordinate, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Watch out black child you
Know you've taken this tour before
You needn't become
A tourist in your own life
Black child full of strife
Fragileness and fearless species
Fatalities of police brutalities,
Factual positions of self defense
Makes no difference, scarcity of
Wellness and wealth is what we
Are up against.
What's the matter?
Yearly prison influx
And prisons are fatter
Black child don't listen to chatter
Sometimes relentlessly defiant
Sometimes insubordinate
Sometimes CHALLENGING authority
Go with GOD, healthy dinners and
Unspent wealth
You are more than you think.
Find your worth
Do you know you are sacred
Act now black child
Save your cares for later years
Save your tears for lasting fears
Keep this knowledge, that the world
Is not always kind, not even most
Of the times not ever most of the crimes
Nine run, run
Guns drawn, shot down
In the prime
In the struggle
At the time
Black child leads the statistical
Jagged line, a sacred legend
To the race, velvet space
Good love black child walk with
Dignity those whose DNA doesn't
Always shine on their skin
Cherish your grace. Black child
Categories:
insubordinate, angst, blessing, child, faith,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Oh' to see the look on my mothers' face.
Can she see my dismay of disgrace?
Tell the world I'll be a new mother.
My only thought is how my family will suffer.
Young and alone,body still not fully grown.
Yet time,you insubordinate truth.
Lye the growth of fetus inside me.
''Mom, ''I'm Pregnant'' Contest
Statistic....More than 2/3 of all teens who have a baby
will not graduate from high school......
Categories:
insubordinate, teen
Form:
Narrative
—– My life at seventy-three, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether, with qualifiers. So, today, for me has been a quest, Japanese poem rules investigated, cross-referenced, and found abused. No expert am I, but I do seek the truth. No wish to disrespect, or be aloof, but, when there are rules it is for good reason. However, a thought just occurred reference Japanese to English syllable counts. Using the Japanese ‘on’ format, Nippon has four syllables, yet if used in an English haiku only two. So, if Nagasaki and Nippon were used in one line using the ‘on‘ format that would constitute 8 syllables, in English only 6. I have always been aware syllable counts varied between languages, my thought however, could be considered an insubordinate tongue in cheek account, read on.
—— Way back when, and as to how far back I don’t, or cant say, but what I can, is that over the eons of time, secrets have been transcribed, and passed between folk, ether conveying endearments, useful information, or as with senryu, cynical, or humorous comments on, ether ones own foibles, or those of others. Reference can be found that both tanka and haiku, (not 100% sure on the latter), were used secretly by lovers to confirm their love for each other, and the shorter the poem, the smaller, and more easily concealed was the parchment.
As to who came up with the restrictions, reference the syllable counts, and for what reasons I can only surmise, and that is smaller is better. Move over big guy.
me said nature
created the spoken word
transcribe it wisely
Categories:
insubordinate, poetry,
Form:
Haibun
My life at seventy-two, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether, with qualifiers. So, today, for me has been a quest, Japanese poem rules investigated, cross-referenced, and found abused. No expert am I, but I do seek the truth. No wish to disrespect, or be aloof, but, when there are rules it is for good reason. However, a thought just occurred reference Japanese to English syllable counts. Using the Japanese ‘on’ format, Nippon has four syllables, yet if used in an English haiku only two. So, if Nagasaki and Nippon were used in one line using the ‘on‘ format that would constitute 8 syllables, in English only 6. I have always been aware syllable counts varied between languages, my thought, however, could be considered an insubordinate tongue in cheek account, read on. Way back when, and as to how far back I don’t, or cant say, but what I can, is that over the eons of time, secrets have been transcribed, and passed between folk, ether conveying endearments, useful information, or as with senryu, cynical, or humorous comments on, ether ones own foibles or those of others. Reference can be found that both tanka and haiku, (not 100% sure on the latter), were used secretly by lovers to confirm their love for each other, and the shorter the poem, the smaller, and more easily concealed was the parchment.
As to who came up with the restrictions, reference the syllable counts, and for what reasons I can only surmise, and that is smaller is better. Move over, big guy.
me said nature
created the spoken word
transcribe it wisely
Categories:
insubordinate, poems, poverty, words,
Form:
Haibun
You can keep your suicidal suit wardrobe wars...drawers of destruction
In your consumption of insubordinate illusions...intrusions of insanity
~~~
You can keep your vanity and desired disease...appease the ego
In your tuxedo tailor-made by tyrants...compliance and conformity
~~~
You can keep your deformity and defamation...population desensitized
In your advertised agony and defeat...secrete societal sermons
~~~
You can keep your damaged demons & whores...centaur’s modern maze
In your tangled haze of hallucinations...limitations, and liabilities
~~~
You can keep your disabilities of discontent...disorient of discipline
In your simpleton slaved seduction...obstruction in obedience
March.31.2018
Societal Discontent
Sponsored by: Brendan J. Simons
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Categories:
insubordinate, conflict, corruption, society,
Form:
Free verse
Resolved
to be insubordinate
a reckless gait upon
the shores of the mundane
craving moments of fury
though triumph ranks among
the victims of probability
And yet across the confidence
of this samurai troubador
strikes the villainy of self
urging a faculty too elusive
to be called critical but by
function
In this way destiny revolves by
a natural law unencumbered
fantasy overrun despite
jealous objections clinging
like threads to the electric
of life
Resolved
to be Excellent
Categories:
insubordinate, adventure, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields
once the music died
from plane over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
sense and sensibility
without prejudice nor pride
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding
land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you Masons and Dixons)
cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Categories:
insubordinate, america, appreciation, celebration, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields once died
from over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle
proved myth regarding land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you masons) cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Categories:
insubordinate, america, appreciation, celebration, dream,
Form:
Elegy