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...

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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...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes hold a hidden dark truth.

In polished parades of curated lies
soulless...

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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...

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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...

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They want to control
Force me to live by their rules
They can't see my heart....

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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'...

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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...

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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...

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yell, shout, just burn-out
threaten that new dimension
And give it your all...

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if you never risk
brisk snap of willow's propulsion
how will you know...

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'''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...

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In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.

Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we have harnessed Hephaestus’ fire
yet grasped not his wisdom.

Verne's visions chart...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches,
and the calloused hands of a carpenter,
where ink stains fight oil slicks,
where the soft susurrations of...

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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...

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