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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Elder Darwin swims in ethology.
He rolls in his deep grave ecology.
He itches and scratches his dissonance
that survival of most fitted and dense
implies manifest destiny for those YangStrong
while Darwin's Cross and his own eyes
clearly disguised
camouflaged ectosymbiotic thrival 
of deepest flexible fit-in-edness.

Fullerian synergy,
both within and between polycultured...

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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...

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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...

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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th, 
     deux thousand eighteen).

Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
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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...

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Twenty First Century Civilization Gone Askew...?

Methinks perchance man
     kind always vain
n'er did appertain
moral hike polar opposite
     from human being:
uncivil, unethical, unsocial, et cetera
     minimally app proxy
     mating, neither didst

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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...

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—– 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,...

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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,...

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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...

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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
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You can keep your deformity and defamation...population desensitized
In your advertised agony and defeat...secrete...

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