Best Subversive Poems
Once I had a girlfriend and ex-wife.
Two ladies at the same time in life,
Mistake I made this day.
Not proud in anyway.
First mistake, second retake in strife,
Girlfriend I gave flowers for the day.
Ex-wife and I married, oui evay,
Messed up my life again,
Not knowing where I’d been.
Girlfriend forlorn, wrong card I did play.
Ex-wife left me, I got just deserts.
Got what I deserved for all my flirts.
Valentine’s Day, bad karma,
Cupid dealt me, my dharma,
Disengaging me of all subverts.
Written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name Valentine's Day Limerick
"Subversive"
That woman -
she isn’t me
she
(small s)
watches me
silently
with hatred
of what
light and darkness is
unknown of me
burns in her belly
bends her knees
To the world,
all seems aglow
She, prescient?
an anagram,
1 high above
1 buried below
she is neither one
nor the other
1 high above
1 buried below
Counting numbers
children
that are not hers
poems of me
she will never know
a child missing
the essential stronghold
tries to grow her own
garden path home, lost,
a long story
for short minds
unfolds
Business as usual,
sons like the father, or not,
The read by the writer
is swiftly cropped
Summers that come fast
well past swollen Spring
and here she is in Winter
casting another spider's web,
that other woman
over dreams dreamt
and wasted time spent
of who she thinks
she really is
On a hallowed path
another woman
she meets,
stronger
than other poems
she has ever read,
the you that is me,
she thinks
she has sung and bled
Another woman,
so much stronger
subversive
in Autumn
with silence
Met
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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2/8
Agnes Obel – Chord Left
https://youtu.be/bbU31JLtlug
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
"The True Mother"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_true_mother_1165956/center>
I met a woman fleeing from the triad.
Crossing on a ferry, far from her home
She told me of the life she once had.
In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on.
Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf.
Dreamed about the changes coming.
with a shy smile and freckles spark
the stigma the held began revealing.
That bravest of desire to gain freedom.
Where family dignity does not agree.
That would see her being disowned.
Left to live by myself as a divorcee.
Urbanize, families struggling to manage.
Change is coming by liberal ideas.
within the institution of marriage.
Even in the vast conservative places.
Have Petty old status blowing in the wind.
Freedom has a sense of empowerment.
Familiar friends are left behind.
By subversive acts crossing the continent.
I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
generous,
grateful,
graceful dancers of sound
rhythm
pattern
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.
Wildness
wilderness
relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
rivers
lakes
ponds
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.
Dance
moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
quiet
yet also loud tornadoes
hurricanes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.
Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.
Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.
Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
ocean
water and air
fire and Earth's Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.
I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth's cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.
It cannot really be too smart
even if it knows your last cart;
A.I’s subversive,
just write in cursive;
Computers won’t know where to start.
As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped from top to bottom
Hearing the calm call
Of gnosis singing with joy
Her soul remembered
She looked back with a quick glance
Before salty rain
Became rivers on her face
In an eye’s twinkling
She turned into a pillar
A pillar of salt
A tower of white rock salt
Through which her spirit
Climbed up the stairs of wisdom
All three thousand steps
And climbed above the heavens
And reached her first home
With all those spirits who rose
From the burning wrath
From Sodom and Gomorrah
Back below, her grave
Her grand pillar of our faith
Still stands as rock salt
To be used as seasoning
For the race of Seth
A seasoning of wisdom
To awaken all
By her noble sacrifice
Of love and gnosis
So that we all may join her
With all the angels
In the Pleroma’s banquet
Of dates and white grapes
As Philip the Apostle
Said to his students
“May our complete offering
Come with much sweet salt
For we name Sophia salt
Without her, no gift is sweet”
Aware of the sensitivity
Of the Lightworkers
And the Starseeds
They set out with a plan
"We must preach kindness
And the language of love"
...our cloak
The provision of a device
That could be held
Consulted at will
Allow the belief
"I am God of self
And there is none above"
...my command
Allow archaeology to reveal
A node deception
That will shake belief
To the core of existence
"Not even our God can
Save us from the ocean of lies"
...drown them
Finally, the ones who make it
Through the intense pressure
Of holding space for LOVE
To show up as savior and friend
"The sky is ripping open like a scroll
Just as the prophecies say"
...our arrival
You see, my powerful ones
Our little creations are unaware
Of galactic agreements made
Before their world came to be
"Wait....I see a pattern...a wheel
Not this time...smokeless fire"
...TRUTH STANDS
Liberation through PURE blood
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-11-2026