Best Malcontents Poems
Panicked people pour into the streets pushing past each other; they’re powerless
Against the awful atrocity unleashed by unknown armed assailants.
Normalcy has fled; so many in the debris are left lying dead!
Disarray, destruction, distress and doom! On screens around the world we see
Escapees emerging wounded from rubble. From everywhere, we keep watching
Madness made manifest by malcontents in the mountains of mutilated bodies.
Obscene and odious terrorism, now overflowing in the land -
Never before in my own lifetime has nefariousness felt so omnipresent, nor
Immoral acts so incessant and innumerable!
Ugly and ubiquitous, these evil deeds could be humanity’s undoing.
More noble souls are needed, else we become *All Devil’s Land!
Aug, 1, 2016 for John Hamilton's Pandemonium Poetry Contest
Oops, I had a typo on last line; hope I caught it in time!!
*All Devil’s land is the literal translation of Pandemonium
Categories:
malcontents, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Acrostic
Right now
I have words
flowing from my veins,
but what if it stops?
That can never happen
all I have to do
is slice another one open,
somewhere to dip my quill,
another way to release
the torrent,
the flows,
the waves
of emotion that crash within me.
To eat away at the walls
that they use to keep the likes of me out,
but that can never happen
I go where I want,
the more unwelcome,
the more I'll be there,
slowly pounding,
eroding,
wearing down
the barricades they set
to keep out the malcontents,
the undesirable,
the vile,
the evil.
Yes tis I
the one no one would welcome
howling in the back,
scratching at the window,
knocking at your door,
pounding on your chest.
I have been here
forever....
waiting....
slinking....
perched on your windowsill,
sitting just out of sight,
'til the right moment.
That's how I do,
that one second
can change your life,
and make mine last so much longer,
every little taste extends my being,
brings me closer to my next target.
As long as fear exists
there will be me....
Categories:
malcontents, angst, death, depression, life,
Form:
Free verse
I have set my face against them says the Lord..'
Those who would rule my posessions.' Those
Malcontents in infamy.. World leaders? These are
Merely world feeders.' Bottom dwellers way below
My Throne..' Who has seen my power?? Stored in
The vaults of the ages.! Have you harnessed the wind?
Does light appear when you summon? Can you fashion
The chains of darkness.? Tell me how I embellish them?
For those that are held by them know it not.' Who among
You splinters the deep waters? By the sound of their voice!!
Can you recall the spirits of the dead.? I know them all by
Name.' As I know my servants names.' Names they do not
Yet know! Who sends the morning out.? Who calls night
To its post? Only I the eternal creator.! I am waiting for sin
To have its full measure; Then in an instant I will dissolve
All physical powers and spirits upon the earth.' And the
Giving out.' To each according to their works will be seen.!
Categories:
malcontents, appreciation, confidence, education,
Form:
Didactic
The stench of urban decay winds thick
and rank through squalid, narrow
streets christened with booze and urine,
permeating decades of neglect.
A drunken derelict slurs enthusiastic
amens in hopeful penance at a rabid
street-corner prophet spitting frothy
travesties of religious dogma and warning
of the divine wrath of a burlesque god.
A conspicuous tourist clutches her handbag
nervously as she skirts the entrance of a graffitied
alleyway and pretends to ignore the wolf-whistles
of a nearby band of loitering malcontents.
Her pace quickens at the sound of footsteps
and raucous laughter closing in behind her
while desperately seeking safety and the
illusive walking bridge leading to the protective
haven of St. George's bustling square.
Categories:
malcontents, people, places, travel, urban,
Form:
Free verse
I am reminded of his legacy,
Through the media events.
Where he opened doors
In a professional sport,
among many malcontents.
While learning about his struggles,
I became certainly more impressed.
As he surpassed in my mind,
Images of Bo and Deion . . .
He was truly blessed.
I don't know of any other, that
Could skillfully perform in so many ways.
While a collegian, with Football, Basketball,
Baseball and Track & Field . . .
I mean Jesus, there's only so many days!
As an athlete, receiving the
Accolades, while garnering the
Endless, admiring looks.
He must have mastered the
Space-Time continuum, if he
Was ever to hit the books.
This is why #42, has moved up
The list, as the GOAT to number one.
Since he was responsible for so much
More, than his ability to outrun.
Categories:
malcontents, memorial,
Form:
Ode
46.
At Peace
I care not a fig for untold riches
Or the tainted pearls of the sea.
I will pursue no golden treasure
Lest its tentacles vanquish me.
I'm at peace with my surroundings
Cherishing the gifts I have received
And if and when I depart this Earth...
My death will set me free.
The End
47.
Pain
Pain is born of meanderings
That to some seem justly served
But on further recollection... it
Seems petulant and undeserved.
I'm not implying an immunity
To the arrows pain may send.
Just keep it at a distance
And not make of it a friend.
The End
48.
Wisdom
Wisdom is not readily accessible
By some who claim to know its lair.
They strut and swagger to no avail
Finding only hubris lurking there.
They parade about like jackals with
No perspective to admire... hoping
To deceive and bilk the rest of us
And reconcile to their desires.
Resist we must to these endeavors
As they breed like roaches in the gloom.
We must gird against such malcontents...
These architects of doom.
The End
49.
Frozen by Her Light
She was pretty as a daffodil...
As bold as summer rain.
She walked a walk of elegance
To treasure my domain.
I was breathless in her shadow...
I was frozen by her light
As she turned and subtly smiled
Before she vanished from my sight.
The End
50.
Love Be Fraught
Love is fraught with complications
With no sense that I can see.
It makes a prisoner of all who lapse
Into its charade and mockery.
Would I assume a different path
To avoid this curse I now deplore?
My foolery knows no measure...
I remain a beggar at its door.
The End
Categories:
malcontents, pain, peace, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of A Fallen Smirk by DG.
Brace For Impact
Pillar of society, creme de la creme, important person,
one to be reckoned by indeed.
One who's untouched by palls, frails near a radiant ray
growing escorts doth proceed.
Voice of distinction whose speeches are unchallenged
by its assertion that's decreed.
Unphased episodes courses the agendas, a sequence
that discerns simper's precede.
A tempestuous dominance succeeds ominously, envy
malcontents opposition brews.
A reddish rosebud blossom pleasantly teases passing
precious sinless longing views.
Momentarily, likely hopefuls sufficed with promiscuity,
as castles are in the air amuse.
Tease now meets, precious turns valuable, the sinless
goes erringly, a longing peruse.
It's Victor Victoria all o'er again, contentious contempt
prompt convenient conveyance.
Spun wove a collaring, intrigues the unconscious prey
lifeline throbbings flit abeyance.
Reflections forfeited understanding, extending affairs
remaining heartfelt purveyance.
A cunning round effortlessly played a quagmire knew
a must to revisit the surveyance.
Gameplayers oriented with odds best strategy, ne'er
is an even field, someone loses.
The furnishings and ambiance, constant the unwary
yet, talented eyes espy cruises.
The vibrant and the figurative ignored the trappings
materializes oneness' enthuses.
Benumbed by skepticism facilitates a stirring, bestill
as mesmerizing coequals fuses.
Skulked fogs' ethereal coursing mauling hilltops full
as the penthouse lights dwindle.
Midst Aurora's wake a bliss wanes, as lights reclaim
the wilting as a mint thorn tingle.
The advent baffles confused as concealed cameras
videos live and reporters mingle.
Crushed stand, a ring falls, plays another team, not
alone, brace for impact, a kindle.
2022 June 22
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 12
~~Edward Ibeh: Judging 2022 July 01
Categories:
malcontents, character, fate, identity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
We are working with our foreign partners in Europe
to bankrupt all western nations.
The less we have, the less we need is the motto.
The President is working night and day
to make us greener than green in every way.
Some malcontents and dissidents complain,
but they just don't understand our great and glorious
global plan.
Gas and coal are obsolete, dinosaur fuels!
Now we have windmills - wind power
and electric batteries.
Imagine diesel trucks powered by
the wind and an electric motor!
An 18-wheeler roaring into the future
run on sun and eh, bubblegum.
Categories:
malcontents, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane
Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain
Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain
A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train
Poorly trained recruits struggling above the furor to remain
Stridently striving nation's honor to uphold; but only vitriol,
criticism obtain
Sacrificial fodder sheared of its free-flowing mane
Pared of hope; left only with the incalculable strain
Stationed in a humid hovel that every ounce of stamina doth drain
Surrounded by enemies who fealty and allegiance feign
Fighting to defend a people tethered to a weak, tenuous chain
Serving under commanders who constantly seek fallow grounds to
regain
Sacrificial lambs whose blood the unforgiving terrain doth stain
Seeking a wily, amorphous foe in a borderless territory to contain
Reconnoitering through boundless jungles that equally beauty and
poison contain
Searching for 'guerillas in the mist', but only marauders and
malcontents detain
Scouring villages for contraband; arbitrary jury distributing pain
Showered with toxic chemicals that clear our paths but our lungs
restrain
Conditioned to violence as barbaric, torture devices many
comrades have slain
Transporting the liberal vices of burgeoning social revolution to a
frugaler domain
Satiating the lonely days; secluded nights with: booze, barbiturates
and cocaine
Surviving a hostile conflict where sanity seemed to constantly ebb
then wane
Trite conscripts whose epitaph will read, 'Every battle objective
gained, but the national will could not retain'.
Categories:
malcontents, war
Form:
Rhyme
Did you see it?
It soared,
High up in the sky,
causing the blink of every eye,
loudly did it roar
scaling tree and mountains divides.
I hurried to my laptop keyboard
typed in google to describe this backdrop
on the wide New Jersey highway blacktops
but it failed to quickly reveal the hordes
sweeping along the fields and garden crops.
Slowly did the wifi load aboard
the internet was about to explode without stop
a million entries scanned the sky of blue imploded hops
there was no answer to Aesop's fabled scores
slipping into conspiracy and wild theories told with plots.
I went on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter chords
it appeared the whole world was shaking in its jitters
afeared of stone age times returned aflutter and aflitter
disbelief, malcontents, deluged populace discords
when suddenly my homework burned in emitters;
Right before me, flaming pages came to be crispy smores
a well-done ghost,
my homework all but blackened toast
that's my story and I'm sticking to it
a flaming pterodactyl ate my well-done homework
just to settle all of google's scores.
for John Lawless' contest
a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
2/7/21
Categories:
malcontents, allusion, homework, image,
Form:
Quintain (English)
The other night I dreamed of spiraling downward,
But the earth delayed rising up to receive me.
I watched my unending fall into masses of despair
Falling rapidly, I found that I could not flee;
I could only hope that “better angels” would prevail,
That I would be spared this ultimate catastrophe.
The sudden dashing of my bones and blood
Into the seething cauldron of anger at the barricades,
I became embedded with the riff-raff insurrectionists
[For those two hours of storming the palisades]
Who were not impetuous youths or young idealists,
But malcontents gathered from all types and trades.
When I awakened I found myself suspended in limbo
Not discerning where I had been or what it could mean,
Until I recognized the statue of Lady Liberty atop
The shining golden dome that rises from the green;
Realizing how awfully close, like democracy, I had come
To disappearing into the disastrous and never again seen.
Revised and Edited March 31, 2021
Bookshop Contest
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
September 23, 2022
Submitted to: "One from the Dark Side" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Categories:
malcontents, america, anxiety, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
He had a Trump sign on his front lawn.
I was concerned, so naturally I set fire to his house.
She told us that men cannot give birth,
Naturally, obviously I was concerned, upset,
and had her committed for reeducation.
He wore no mask in the restaurant,
deeply concerned, I had him thrown out.
Naturally we doxed him,
chanted ‘racist’ outside his home.
She refused to be vaccinated;
said they did not work.
of course I blew the whistle on her,
had her sacked.
We must stand together, and not tolerate
these ungrateful, reactionary malcontents.
Concerned citizens must be vigilant,
yet caring – as I am.
Categories:
malcontents, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
There are those who would wish me
To be closeted for life.
Those who's wish I never could fulfill.
Now, you know what it is I speak of.
Suffering loss of family for certain.
Others who their families have embraced.
I'm not a newcomer, by any means,
And bleed proverbial blood I did.
It's not yet a fair and comfortable world for
Those the likes of me.
Rich and famous are welcomed without rite.
Creative boys demonstrate their right.
Many wish we'd vanish
Or at least relinquish inherent rights.
The stadium full of malcontents,
Evangelists, each one--
Might have us lynched, at once--
Stoned to death.
Wear the crown of thorns.
Don't "swish" and, by all means
Don't wear leather.
Don't have kids, don't teach.
Don't come out in the military.
And--above all--Don't even THINK of
Marrying the love of your life.
Just recall the family that chose
To end their lives,
Fraught with despair they go.
They're in God's palace now.
Categories:
malcontents, education, passion, family, family,
Form:
In my defense, in other silent words
In my actions they are deemed in perils
Harness, perish the thoughts, bring it out bring it about
It’s hard, so very, very, hard to hear
Those empty words
Those words that are always, always heard
And I won’t play favorites or try to flatter anyone
And I won’t as the grumblers malcontents following their own sinful desires
And I won’t be loud mothed boaster
Showing favoritism to gain advantage tryin to git over
While using, empty words
Empty words
Have you ever heard all of those empty, empty words?
They mean nothing if they’re not heard
Empty words
Them there those
Empty words
5/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee © 2022
Job 32:21
St. Jude16
Categories:
malcontents, analogy, appreciation, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks
pockets of flaming shots -
Goblets of salt rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and bloody Mary lips.
The blue man group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...
Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
but I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner-straight into the fracas.
Categories:
malcontents, passion,
Form:
Free verse