Best Rebellious Poems
Self control, God knows, is difficult at best…
Especially when rebellious is the
self possessed.
I've put myself in corners,
I'll be grounded till pigs have wings
I can't even tell myself what to do, it seems.
I have never defied the rules before, I have never gone my own way. I have never not
listened to command but this time it hurt too much not to rebel. I won't stand down, I
won't leave without fighting. I am strong and I know where I belong I just need to prove
that I am capable. Capable of not breaking at the first chance of trouble. Rebellious it
might seem but in my heart it's the wall of confidence slowly building up. I have changed
in so many ways and I won't let this one thing knock me down. I am here and this is now
and the world will keep on turning regarless.
Rebellions Rhapsody
She had earned the sapphire talisman
freed herself from need’s plethoric drive
ceased longing for the dulcet drone
of felicity’s failing evanescence.
The chrysalis of crumbling youth -
idyllic illusion – awakening
her radiant, rhapsodic rebellion.
John G. Lawless
1/21/2016
Silent One's - 10 word challenge
Plethora, Evanescent, Felicity, Rhapsodic, Idyllic, Dulcet, Chrysalis, Radiant, Sapphire, Talisman
What???...
To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)
(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.
"You Must Never Intefere With Mother Nature"
I've heard that time and time again,
and I'm sure I'll hear it many times hereafter,
I'm sorry, but if I see an orphaned baby animal starving and weak,
weather it has teeth or whether it has a beak,
I will not turn my head and pretend that it's something I didn't see,
I'll take action immediately,
not knowing whether I will or will not succeed,
but I'll give it all of my best effort at the very least,
to help and try to save the life of any unfortunate wild baby.
Sorry Mother Nature ,but a rebellious son is me,
just go and ask my real, biological Mommy.
Shadows of fading Clouds
Staring on Ice tubes
As People proclaims goodness
Sent me a receipt and stamp
Another Common hypocrisy
Creating a false and confuse universe
Interesting game
Listen to the poets songs
The dancing dragon
Are we restricted to express
A Cage of Morality ?
A Bondage of Art Humanity ?
In the name of holy hypocrisy...
O! Liberating Universe
Remind Us
Cause
You and me are free Souls
Sons and Daughters of freedom
Share your nude souls
In our Rebellious Voyage
A liberated
Souls and Artists
Crafting our destiny
Unrestricted Pen and Ink
Unite then triumph shall it be!
This poem inspired by rules Which will limited our expression capability
Christmas night 09
I sung to the music
Smile upon
A whirling dervish
A Javanese mystic
A man of nature
And a Buddhist monk
Ask
What is important?
Your creed or your deed
Being theist or atheist
Cast out by society
Just being you
For we are the seed of Adam
People like us
Banned by society
In the name of
Righteousness
Listen to nightingales
Be free
For God has
No religion …..
( If this a poem then am dreamin )
19/05/12
The Rebellious Man
If love was meant to be
Dare he stand before his own soul
And deny it
Will he risk his broken heart
Should he turn aside from the path of breaking
And the making of destiny
Call fate in an inconstant hand
And rebel at being dragged kicking and screaming
From his peaceful world
Than have to face the anguished and raptures of love
Dare he risk his mended heart
Though he may end in the grey faceless world
Would it have been better
To have waved his banner and made his stand
Can he risk his rebellious heart
The final emptiness of all his endeavors is looming
The last lines of romanticism and poetry
Sucked from his marrow
To escape the rebellion of love
And pin his blindfold donkey’s tail of words
To a thoroughly kicked Ass
Does he risk the cracks in his own plasterwork
The battalions of emotions assault every barricade
Scramble over the beautifications beatitudes
Hungry dogs of their own salvation
They leave him naked
To struggle upon the win or lose
And in a T-shirt muse he is proclaimed
Should he risk his win or lose of her heart
Or bow upon acceptances knee
With fair judgment judge so fastidiously
Lay bare his warrior heart for all to see
Carry on the fight through the trench wrought fields
Merely to save a rose from hell
Should he risk his own; to the win or lose of her heart
I may always be or at least try to be as much of a rebel as possible because it just may be that not being rebellious doesn't really work, is dishonest, and oftentimes is the destructive option.
I relent!
I loathe this diet -
To cookies, I succumb!
I‘ll try it!
As the room got quiet -
Then only ate a crumb.
When
all
of
them
were
holding
guns.
We
held
knobkieries
and
stabbed
their
sons.
We
sang
songs
of
war,
they
shot
bullets,
we
slew
their
nuns.
They
killed
our
Azania
and
told
us
to
belly
dance.
We
rebelled
against
race,
for
that
was
of
potent
relevance.
They
wore
the
'Madiba'
attire
and
we
stabbed
him
through
their
skin.
Though
they
shot
bullets
as
we
stabbed
the
whites,
no
race
was
willing
to
win.
Eugene
was
not
willing
to
give
up
his
swollen
arms.
The
new
South
Africa
was
birthed
by
bloody
streets,
massacres
of
blacks,
and
pimpernel
scums.
We
reunited
black
through
song,
by
the
tight
skin
of
African
drums.
The
streets
are
now
ablaze
like
Moses'
bush,
sinking
in
a
sea
of
civil
war.
Our
lives
of
slavery
were
tormented
more,
than
the
soul
of
a
rapist
prisoner
behind
bars.
You
torched
our
flesh
in
burning
tire
like
witches,
and
then
tried
to
heal
our
scars.
Our
lives
are
now
turned
fable,
like
ancient
relics
untold.
Because
like
actors
everyday
we
watch
the
drama
of
our
ancient
miseries
unfold.
The rebellious Teen loved all his friends.
The only ones he listened to… were them.
They wanted him to drink and smoke every night.
They said experimenting with drugs was definitely all right.
The rebellious teen’s mom was beside herself…
This was her child and this could finish his life.
But he continued to listen to the Devil himself.
What could she do in the end to save his life?
The devilish friends held him closely in the palm of his hand…
In the end she decided she had to move far away from them.
Somewhere… where only new friends he could find.
Those who loved life, sports, and learning: to draw him back in.
Then every so often she let him, for a visit, to go back…
Each time he went, fewer were left to contact, yes, some were even dead.
Some had over dosed… Some didn’t care who he was any more.
What he found was rot and that they lacked the drive to live.
The rebellious teen cried for what he saw they had become…
He had changed and now could see, what was happening to them…
These were no longer the friends that he remembered from before.
He tried to save them with words and his love… but they didn’t care.
He didn’t want to go back to that sadness, to live ever again…
Now he looked to the future and that was a fact.
The moral I tell you, all of my friends…if he won’t listen to you…
Then find him new friends.
For if he is your life and if you want him to live…
Find others to help steer him or else you can’t win…
Let his support group be new peers who enjoy life to the brim.
Yes, those who will help lead him to walk in the light again.
From a true experience…
REBELLIOUS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A rebellious act is not always a showing of disrespect
It may be an activity for a right you’re trying to protect
Every fiat and decree issued by an agency of the government
Will alienate some creating disapproval and discontent
The reaction by the issuer to the noncomplying reply
Will lead to further upheavals and failure to comply
If cooler heads fail to provide prudent leadership
The seeds may be sown for a tyrannical dictatorship
Every government is oppressive by its very structure
Each agency within develops its own governing culture
Each attempts to lead the charge into the way things are done
To gain power and by legislation force the public to succumb
To the guidance and knowledge of at hand ideologues
Who’s best assessment of the public, a pond full of frogs.
A freedom lost returns not by itself, it takes sacrifice
Vigilant attention is the paradigm of a freedoms life
Convert! Said the Spanish conquistadors.
They were more violent than the Moors.
We put on our mask.
And did what they asked.
Pretending to believe in their Christian lores.
I had only just heard that UK cheese was revolting.? Not mildewed or slimy which could be
Insulting? No.! even the cheeses have it seems had enough of that quyeer kahmer
Nonsense and stuff.' It seems they're egged on by mother goose? Probably a code name
If what I hear is truth? The thing all got started because of some cows Daisy and Ermentrude
Were insulted and how..? This angers all cheeses! the Leicesters are mad red.' And some real Tough chedder is about to shed, its cool staid image before all is said.' As sure as
Grass makes hay.' And cows our milk, we need un-tarnished cheeses not some man made
Filth.' Yes cows have farted.. And will again' and humans grew strong and repulsed some pains the
Products great' its allways been green.) Like the farmers fields a beautiful scene..Yet over to
The cheeses.' Who are on the roll.' They want to escape from (old kahmer's) intended gaol
I think this cheesy battle could come true.? Here's trusting to human acumen though it's another way to get
Through.'