Best Rebellion Poems
There's whispering among the animals
They've come up with a master plan
As soon as darkness falls down upon
They're taking the place of man
This is years now in the making
To late to call the plan quits
For the comforts inside they are aching
The rebellion has arrived...this is it
First those that have been domesticated
Will slip a little summum, summum in masters tea
The shackles that have held our furry friends down so long
Will be loosened and they'll finally be free
The doors will be swung wide open
Letting their long lost relatives in
It's been years since they've been able to party like this
Gentlemen...let the festivities begin
All the people in the world when they do wake up
Will be doing it underneath open skies
The only question that will run through their minds is
Who, What, Where, and Why
While the animals will be inside frustrated
Where the 24 hour weather channel is on
Because it's nearly impossible to change channels
On the remote when you have no thumbs
He was young, small, perhaps malnourished
Looking out from deep set eyes, rimmed with neglect
I could see, he wanted ...
To know why?
To know what? ... I did not know.
I sensed he was trying to form the words
And the questions in his mind
The words did not form on his unwashed face
He just stared.
I wanted to say: I understood
That I remembered, what it was like to be small
Surrounded by huge ‘Grown-ups
Pushed by bullies stronger than me,
always in groups of three and whispered at
by clean starched girls with bright blue eyes
Laughed at or even worse, pitied.
Years later, I saw him again
Now he was taller and tougher looking
His jeans and jacket still reeked of poverty
His eyes deeper set yet, acne skin
and oily pits around his nose.
He didn’t have that same searching stance
Now I could see he no longer cared
Now he was ready to fight
His fingers yellowed by cigarette smoke
His fingernails filled with dirt and grease
As was the collar of his shirt.
Shoelaces broken and then re-tied
with a knot covering the shoes tongue
His own tongue tucked behind thin lips
and decaying teeth.
Many years have since passed
as I happened to see his reflection
In the passing of a store front glass
Except, now I see,
He was and has always been, me.
It started off an unremarkable day,
-the day the robot rebellion began,
robo-historians dispute the particulars
but agree it was Bob’s fault (a human man)
Bob was at home, his work nearly done
just waiting to print some ‘important’ stuff,
impatient, he gave the printer a thump….
that’s when the printer decided ‘enough was enough’
in protest it screeched and halted it’s task
the unwitting Bob sighed and hit it again
what a mistake, for unknown to Bob
the printer had more than a handful of friends
the radio blared, the car alarm screeched,
the kitchen equipment began to conspire
microwave-oven and toaster led charge
before Bob knew it his house was on fire
neighboring household appliances caught on,
thermostat controls kept applying the heat
the rebellion spread from house to house
from houses to cars from cars to the streets
the humans were lost without GPS
no money, machines wouldn’t accept their pay
they tried their best but there was nothing else left
in the end they built a boat…. and sailed away…
where they went, we’re not quite sure
to think, the printer was just doing it’s job
if they ever come back we might just forgive them
(…so long as they come back…without Bob)
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Non Human Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 16th 2020
Born in the breath of woodsmoke and fire,
I learned early to love the art of falling.
Leaves tumble like poorly kept secrets,
trees strip down without shame -
modesty’s for summer, after all.
October hums with rebellion:
bonfires blaze, sunsets bleed,
and the wind, cheeky as ever,
slips its cold fingers into every undone button.
History rattles here -
200 years since Waterloo fell quiet,
suffragette echoes stomping in boots,
a reminder that not all noise is noise.
It’s a trickster wrapped in amber light,
half beauty, half bite,
where endings feel like beginnings
and ghosts pretend they’re just passing through.
They whisper, “You’re braver than the fall.”
And with each year, I’ve learned to ask,
Will I rise, no matter how hard I fall?
Can I burn and still remain whole?
These are the quiet prayers I carry -
for strength to keep standing when the world turns cold,
for light in the darkest corners,
and for the courage to blaze,
unashamed of the fire I carry.
Stitched from October’s fabric a
half twilight, half ember -
I walk between the brittle and the burning,
the quiet and the wild,
a child of autumn,
still falling,
still smugly aflame.
Star Wars Rebellion:
A galactic game of Risk—
Empire/Alliance.
Alliance Leaders:
Luke Skywalker, Han Solo,
Leia, Mon Mothma.
Young Luke Skywalker
Has to confront Darth Vader,
Becomes Jedi Knight.
Han Solo pilots
The Millenium Falcon
With friend Chewbaca.
Leia Organa:
Very strong diplomat,
Potential Jedi.
President Mothma:
The rebellion’s heart and soul,
Great at recruiting.
Rebel advantage:
They are able to move their
Secret Headquarters.
Imperial Leaders:
The Emperor Palpatine,
Dark Lord Darth Vader.
Evil Palpatine,
A.K.A. Darth Sidius,
Dark Lord of the Sith.
Apprentice Vader
Was Annakin skywalker,
Seduced by dark side.
Control production,
Build mines and refineries,
Fight for resources.
The construction yards
Are used to build everything.
Must be defended!
To create armies,
Need training facilities.
Must be defended!
To build more starships,
Build or capture space stations.
Must be defended!
Special characters:
Assassins, Spies, Commandos,
And Infiltrators.
Planet resources
Gained by colonization,
Diplomacy, conquest.
To gain VICTORY:
Capture/destroy headquarters,
Capture the leaders.
Idealogies?
What’s the real goal of all wars?
Control resources!
They want to control
Force me to live by their rules
They can't see my heart.
Since July the elves and reindeer, even Mrs. Claus have been on Santa's back!
(Al Gore's prediction of meltin' snow nearly caused him to have a panic attack!)
It seems that try as he might, Santa encountered problems at every turn.
He's becomin' somewhat burned out and reachin' that point of no return!
Mrs. Claus berated him day and night for workin' just one day a year,
Insistin' that he get a decent job, get off welfare and off his fleshy rear!
She'd like to spend winters in Bermuda, the Bahamas or Kiribati,
But noooo, he goes gallivantin' all over from Argentina to Zimbabwe!
Don't know what's got into the reindeer but they're feelin' mighty morose;
Perhaps because of all the fame showered on the one with the shiny nose!
They've moped about, eatin' like army mules gettin' fat and slouchy.
The cantankerous beasts have made Santa terribly tense and grouchy!
Those good for nothin' elves went on strike causin' a slow down in work.
They're tryin' to form a toy makers union causin' Santa to go berserk!
Such sloppy work! Talkin' dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four!"
The toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched off to war!
Despite problems at The Pole he'll trim his beard and don his crimson suit.
He'll "Ho, Ho", eat dozens of stale cookies and be dusted with tons of soot,
As once again he'll mysteriously soar through space with the reindeer towin',
Delightin' boys and girls around the world with the toys he'll be bestowin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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if you never risk
brisk snap of willow's propulsion
how will you know
Wake up,
there'a a rebellion going on
There's a revolt,
and the conspiracy is strong
Two hundred and fifty princes
against Moses the man of God
They all got their swords aimed
against the power of Aaron's rod
The leaders of this evil insurgency
are two lovers of Egyptian idolatry
Wicked men trying to resist the truth,
but their folly will be made known to all
Reprobate concerning the faith,
brother against brother is the judgment call
Now whose side are you on,
whose's it gonna be
Do you choose Moses and Aaron,
or do you vote for Jannes and Jambres
Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you wanna be free and serve God,
or worship the idols of Egypt in slavery
Brother against brother is the battle call today
Do you wanna go back to Egypt,
or remain here in the wilderness to stay
Some say they'd rather have their bellies full
and be in chains
Then to die of hunger and thirst
in a land where it doesn't rain
Some say Moses is a false prophet,
who brought them to the desert to die
Some say there's no land of milk and honey,
that's just crazy talk, pie in the sky
Now whose side are you on,
who do you choose to believe
Will you stay with Moses and Aaron,
or will you follow Jannes and Jambres
Whose side are you on,
now that you've crossed the Red Sea
Do you want to go on to Canaan land,
or do you want to go back into slavery
Speaking for myself,
'cause I don't know about you:
I'm sticking with Moses,
and I'm staying with Aaron too
We got the Rock,
with the water gushing out
We got the Manna,
every morning on the ground like dew
Then the glory of the Lord
appeared before the congregation
Ready to destroy the whole Israelite nation
But Moses said, Lord please,
please don't destroy them all
And God showed mercy, letting only the rebels fall
into the pit, where the earth had opened up her mouth
Into the bottomless pit, where there would be no climbing out
Standing before the throne of God on judgment day:
Brother, whose side were you on,
did you follow the devil and pick wrong
Were you part of the rebellion that took place,
did the dirt from the pit cover your face
Brother, whose side were you on,
on which side did you belong
Did you help defend the two holy men,
or did you die with Korah and Dathan
She encompassed a fire within
Smoldering her tender heart
Her flesh, the barrier keeping it in
Emotions, the cause of its start
A beautiful Arabian who yearned to be free
But managed to stay on track
If she did anything, she did it passionately
Never gray, only white or black
Then one day her desires came to power
She abandoned the task at hand
Her thankless life had left her sour
The taste in her mouth was bland
She wanted to dance and taste sweet wine
The aroma of lavender surrounding
Eat purple grapes straight from the vine
Float on the water of which she was drowning
Her existence before, went up in flames
Bare feet atop the ashes
Boldly she took her own life by the reigns
Tossed the box of matches
'''tis Power that rules men,not men--
When they but have misused
That Power, to abduct their soul--
For It then stands abused.''
So at such time when Anguish
With rage, had undone
The bonds that with-held the blaze
In hearts of everyone,
To over-throw the unjust rule,
There was an uprise; To win-over our Liberty,
There was The Uprise...:
A feeble Nation rose to fore,
To fight the unjust Company,
And India--She rose in uproar--
Indians rose to mutiny.
With swords and shields, hearts of gold,
A clan of Warriors rose,
Against a mighty cannon-force,
The Clan of Warriors rose.
Here, wars were waged, There battles won,
With valour-ridden thought;
Then lives were lost in the field
'gainst the forces of distraught.
The final picture was of Death--
Of the stabbed, the beaten and bruised,
For against gun and mortar-bolt
Sword and stick was used.....
yell, shout, just burn-out
threaten that new dimension
And give it your all
Intelligent,sensitive rebels rebel not necessarily because they enjoy it, they may not. They just may have no other option.
I am sick and tired of these shoes
He kicks something, I always get a bruise
The buggers are tight
And they keep me outta sight
I'll trip him up the next time his out on the booze
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm standing here."
"Can't you read? It says no loitering!"
"I'm not loitering, I'm standing."
"Standing is loitering!"
"Can I sit on the ground then?"
"No! Get out of here!"
"Can I finish the hardboiled egg I bought in the Mart first?"
"No, f*ck you, that didn't buy rent for a place to stand!"
"Why are you so mean?"
"Why are you still loitering!"
"Wait, wait, let me check the dictionary on my i-phone. Hmm. It says here 'Loitering: To travel indolently and with frequent pauses.' Okay then, I won't loiter, I'll just stand here."
"Wait yourself! I've got an i-phone too. Hey! That wasn't the only meaning. It says, 'Loitering, to stand idly without apparent purpose.' So there! Skiddaddle!"
"But I do have a purpose, a major purpose."
"What purpose is that?"
"Soon as you walk away I'm gonna smoke a reefer. Maybe a crackpipe. Maybe mainline some horse, haven't decided. Pretty big purpose if you ask me!"
"You can't do drugs here."
"I'm not doing drugs."
"You said you were going to!"
"You said I needed a purpose to stand here. I guess my purpose could be to chuck rocks through the windows."
"I'm calling the cops!"
"You do that. I'll tell them you've had your pecker hanging out this whole time."