Best Rebel(A) Poems

Absurdity, chaos, 
strife:
The poet chooses 
virtuous reality.

Sisyphus, a 
titanic wave of metamorphosis, waiting, salted nausea:
The thinker roughed by sand 
a solitary tree in a barren desert 
defies absurdity

by seeking meaning in the absurd.

Authenticity, 
vision, conformity, religion:
The rebel a roaring 
wildfire igniting change like:
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If we be spirit and this form a vessel,
affirming that we are boundless like vast space,
thus resting thought flow, in our heart we nestle
with pulsations of love, inpouring by grace.
A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd,
choosing to rest ego cravings untoward,
knowing that if...

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I am who I am

Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin

My autobiography is quickly shown in who I am will be in time
past present...

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Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus:
I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: 
he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters;
he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans,
exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche,
when they should have been thrown into...

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Timothy Hicks recently suggested
I write one called “Jack the Quack”
Who better than the quacker himself
Who's wheels have left the track

I've never professed to be poet
In the ilk of Browning and Keats
A rebel, a renegade, a enigma of sorts
Marching to a different beat

A bit of a...

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(A gangster rap)

Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate, 
Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate, 
In the hood's wild west, where rules bend, 
That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend.

No law, no authority, it's a lawless land, 
But that sign, it's a symbol,...

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I am a peacock preening feathers
So you might not notice
How slight I really am.

Maintain this sheen make it gleam
Lest it betray my fear
Of prying eyes
From fiendish spies.

So many layers built upon
For year after year after year
I don’t remember the colour
Of my own natural skin.

There are...

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far better, as a rebel, a nerd
than a blind follower, of the herd

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Alone we walk, the lonely pathless path,
feeling warm touch of magnetism within,
each moment of time, a holy sabbath,
as bliss ignition, in our heart begins,
flowing thus in heightened rapture virgin.
God is love, He resides...

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For too long we have been twirled about by mind
and we see now that we're still at the start line,
since thoughts orbit fears that grip us in their bind,
mirroring desire that let's us not align
with the pulse of innocence, joyful and kind,
being whispers of love...

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Far better to be a rebel, a nerd ~
Than a mere blind follower of the herd

03-July-2022...

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My heart takes a deep breath
Soul floats to the south.
I care not, I am in the dream zone.
Ideas waft in and out of my semi-consciousness

I am lying on my tummy on a fluffy white blanket
Smack dab in the middle of a bunch of dandelions.
A honey...

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Just make believe
And your dreams will set you free…
Actually, it’s your sleep
And blissful dreaming that sets you free
In a la-la land of make believe.

The real world doesn’t require belief
It requires action
Eat or be eaten, fight or flight.
But dreaming is much more fun
Especially when someone else...

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Snow is white
He was born in a rather narrow-minded town that had
strict rules for acceptable behaviour, no bars, no restaurant
serving alcohol and no public display of affection.
A Muslim scholar who came to this town by navigational 
error, left in a hush, claiming the city was...

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I'm succumbing to this numb feeling inside my dumb cranium
I've become someone else...a rebel...a worthless bread crumb
I will overcome these waves of emotion...drunk off of remorse's rum

I'm handsome in this pain of insanity and reign upon me happiness instead
The drums in the dead of night...

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1 The human condition

Since we’re mistaken we’re this body-mind,
we are driven by animal desire,
to the truth of our eternal light blind,
fanning flames of raging lust, till we tire.

In bondage to form, to attachments tied,
although we see clearly we’re doomed to die
and glimpses of God in...

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