Best Rogue Poems
In this uncertain life you work hard everyday,
step in the hamster wheel you have mounting bills to pay,
careful not to resort to temptation you crave,
you think of the Que Sera Sera song sung by Doris Day,
You watch the news people are filled with rage,
hoping agains't hope that humanity will turn a different page,
feeling like that solitary hamster stuck in his cage,
people who have no problems resist you like the plague,
Things seem to go pretty smoothly then you have a rogue wave,
major health and financial problems out of the blue like a slap in the face,
you hang in there and keep swimming for your life trying to be brave,
just keep hanging ten on your surfboard knowing that Jesus saves,
Another day of waves of anxiety is the price we pay,
worrying about our country's future and our children's fate,
sometimes you feel like time is short and your just devil's play,
anxiety is the devils priority until were in our graves.
2-23-17
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Just before Dawn, you hear the “Hooo”
The mating call Incessant : “ STOP!! “
Infects the mind, infecting : “ YOU “
My Black Soul travels Everywhere
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
My Dreams : I am a Rogue Black Bear
“Hooo” “Hooo” “Hooo” ; I too, can not “STOP!! “
Hallucinogens : “ Quite a Crop “
Growing along the Forest floor
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Eating Weeds off the Forest floor
Insanity, Reality
Imagination : “Do not “STOP””
Wandering Through “ Eternity “
The Black Bears roam the mountain top
Author's Note : I Ask my POETRYSOUP Family To Critque this Quatern
Thank-YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...HG
Dedicated to my "Sister Spirt" -- "Lynette Charchere" with LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER
Rogue Market
Rogue market
hidden in plain sight
tilted sign
a crooked arrow irony
childhood’s
bittersweet
Lemonade.
©4/8/2018
submitted to – A Hidden Market – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
You Rogue
You rogue, “you made a mess of me.”
First you held me like a flower,
which made me think that I would be
safe in your ivory tower.
But “we were built to fall apart.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
I thought you’d never hurt my heart.
Betrayal I did not foresee.
You gave me my own castle key
and made me think our world was bright.
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
“My castle crumbled overnight.”
You made me learn that’s how love goes.
Before you leave, look hard and see
the “love thorns all over this rose.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
Verse 1 line from Taylor Swift's "Hits Different"
Verse 2 line from Taylor Swift's "The Very First Night"
Verse 3 line from Taylor Swift's "Call It What You Want"
Verse 4 line from Taylor Swift's "****" (Soup disallows the title, but it means a loose woman and begins with S)
A first love gone rogue
A passion extinguished
A true heart crucified
Writhing and wrenching,
Under deception’s spikes
On infidelities twisted cross.
A secret kept, a truth untold
A new chapter unfolds
A young man’s search
For identities answer
Awakens a hurtful memory
Of a first love gone rogue
Will the destroyer of hearts
From one man’s distant past
Steal a victim from the present?
A simple test will put the question to rest
Will the truth sought be the one found?
Or will this be the lie most profound?
To love and to loath
A first love gone rogue.
There was a girl who spent too much shoppin’
The mean hubby said she best be stoppin’
So she started to mourn
But Rogue Rhymer was born
And now her checks are no longer hoppin’
Livid I was when that nincompoop
stained that page of my book
with tomato sauce, while eating
oh! How horrible! How horrible!
It was just a little dot but still;
definitely not easy to tolerate,
since I am a bibliophile,
enamoured with poetry and essays,
being my idols William Topaz McGonagall
and the Irish-speaker Robert Wilson Lynd!
Oh! It was just a little stain which
blurred no text, made nothing illegible,
but still! My anger ceases not
and I call that man a true clown!
At three in a night
Heard a crackling of my gate
Rogue! Grey mongoose….
WHERE IS THE JUSTICE
OF A SOCIETY GONE ROGUE?
INFLATED PRICES, ECONOMIC BUBBLES,
AND UNSUSTAINABLE ECONOMIES
ALL LEAD TO GREED.
I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU,
THE GREEDY POLITICIAN,
SAYING ONE THING AND DOING ANOTHER.
SELLING AMERICA OUT TO THE TOP BIDDER.
YES, IT ALL STARTED MANY DECADES AGO,
WITH THE CREATION OF THE FEDERAL RESERVE IN 1913 AND
NAFTA IN THE 1990's.
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CONSCIOUS MIND ANYMORE?
DOES IT REALLY MATTER HOW AWARE WE ARE?
ONE CAN KEEP UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS OR
WATCH, DANCING WITH THE STARS.
WE ARE PLENTY ENTERTAINED, BUT NOT REALLY INFORMED!
WE ARE LOSING THE BATTLE OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
WE ARE LOSING THE BATTLE FOR THIS REPUBLIC,
CALLED THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
LET'S WAKE UP AND PROTEST THE INJUSTICE OF THIS SOCIETY TODAY!
IT IS A CALL TO ACTION AND A CALL TO REALLY BE AWARE.
THERE ARE NUMEROUS PROBLEMS OCCURRING IN THIS WORLD RIGHT NOW,
CHEM-TRAILS OR GEO-ENGINEERING IS ONE OF MANY PROBLEMS.
TURN OFF THE TV AND READ SOMETHING IMPORTANT TODAY.
A SIDE NOTE, MY RENT ROSE $100.00 DOLLARS TODAY, FOR NO GOOD REASON.
WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?
KEEP PUSHING FOR A MORE JUST SOCIETY, A FREE SOCIETY!
LET'S COME TOGETHER AND CREATE A BETTER CIVILIZATION.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
AUGUST 25, 2015
I was the child
that made you old,
I was also the girl
that couldn't be told
I was a rogue wave
and couldnt
see 'now,'
that was I
cherished
I'll never know how
when you went
away
without word or a
sigh,
I was forever bereft
we didn't get a
goodbye
over time I've
painted
my pictures in
words,
I cried out my heart
in the differing
verbs
I wish I could
harness
and saddle a star
and fly to your side
but your so very far
I dream
conversations
in the depths of
the night,
some seem so real
that we start to
fight
but as in the
wonder
that walked this
earth,
forgiveness was
quick
from the time of
my birth
on a stone tablet
that I've hung on
my heart
I etch in your name
each time it
crumbles apart
of the,
four thousand
eight hundred
and fifty three
days,
I cannot count
every tear
I've shed as I
swayed
now I celebrate the
life
you lived without
fear,
as I smooth out
this page
I feel a presense is
near
I am writing a
canto
that goes on for
miles
I wish you could
read it
its for you with a
smile
I write in your
name
life wasnt for
naught,
in mantles of
flames
your spirit is caught
burning through
history
your memory shall
shine,
I am the poetess
writing a shrine
for a mother who
never
ever, gave up on
me
I will bleed every
word
till my veins have
run free
I am the lion of the serengeti
the lion who circles the boma
listening for the yelp of the hyenna
watching the buzzards drop from the sky
I am the lion because the wild is my father
and nature is my mother and the instinctive killing nature runs in my blood
I am the eater of death the carrion carrier of the dead
I help the cycle of life complete its revolution
I am the lion because unity says I am
I am the lion the ghost and the darkness I cricle the villages listening for the faint cries of infants the smell of flesh excites my senses
I am the image projected through your nightmares
the fangs the claws the devilish piercing eyes reflecting back at you with no sense of mercy just a lust for hunger I am the lion because the law of the universe says i am
I am the great white shark who swims 50 feet per second no man can out swim me
I am the great white who can detect the faintest drop of blood miles away
whos eyes are darker than any abyss or the deepest point of any ocean
the emptiness of my eyes strike the universal fear into the hearts of all who encounter my presence.
I am the great white whos teeth out number the generations of your family
whos teeth are as sharp as a seraded edge knife who leave mangled body parts floating
as nothing more than mere debris in my domain.
the domain of my ancestor the leviathan
I am the great white who resides in my mothers womb forever
I am the great white who no man can tame for the law of the universe and the spirit of my ancestors will not allow man to cage me but to put forth fear into the hearts of men and cage and bind the imaginations of men
I am the great white a solitary creature of the deep to cross me is to pay the toll to the fairyman into the land of the dead
I am the great white because the law of the universe says i am
Rogue Wave
Rogue wave crushing its destination
3/27/2016
submitted to – In one line (monoku #10) write what you see or feel – poetry contest
sponsor – A Poet Destroyer
A rogue dentist called Frederick McCrouth
Brought misery to many a ones mouth
Caused his patients great pain
Done for profit and gain
Eventually their teeth all fell south.
Frederick's nickname was' dentist from hell'
Gold implants at a high price he would sell
He was caught in a trap
Is now up on a rap
Justice caught him and he's now in a cell.
Written on 9th January 2019
For limerick 11 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole
viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced
by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den
where doe eyed zen of thieves
occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,
which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21
from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction),
how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse,
the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness
toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me,
who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe,
who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations)
doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.
My dad was renown as a cad
Which made my love life rather sad
Would I know when I kissed her
That she was my sister?
If not, he would be a grand dad!