The rebel
Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
Strongly I feel, I am longing for “A” one;
Justly I be intense desire;
Personal how be it drawn;
I fight against authority;
I am hierarchy;
Best be believe in me;
Repugnance, to do paired said desire;
Masting said, FIRE,
feelings of dislike, repugnance bio;
Unwillingness to do something see,
One thing paired with a desire to turn away
Subject matter dismantled, swayed
Such a soul dissident, I am a maverick;
Under baptism totally involved in an activity,
or subjects matters;
Deeply I am focus;
Midst the Hocus-Pokus;
Hymnos be still my Song of Praise;
Earth and Heaven raise my name;
Purpose of adoration, I be of royal deity;
I am the Him in Hymn, really!
worship someone or something through song;
Not conceited, I’m exceeded
A Revolutionary nonconformist just an Insurgent
Never am I ever flaw, nor wrong;
I am grateful for my ancestors….
all those who have sailed before me down life’s stream…
and I hope from where they’re watching…
I have exceeded their wildest dreams…
And I gladly take my place among them
as I sail down life’s stream…
as I watch my own children and grandchildren
exceed my wildest dreams.
Surface living;
Delving with thought
Shallow inclined; no further
A beetle's truth-quester
One inch, mould-wrought!
The infinite
And what, behind
Its night-hung veil, bespangled
For souls of men have wrangled
Light's, dark's winged grind
A mystery
Left. With relief!
Which strain, high, deep prying mind's
But exceeded by those finds;
Mail's o'ercharged grief!
Would it be open for fluid intake?
I pushed on the door and yes, it yielded.
What would we order for our thirst to slake?
The welcome was friendly, our hopes were exceeded.
Across from the bar with beer in our hands
relieved to be seated we soon felt restored.
With a mile to go we no longer had pangs
as we gathered ourselves and set out toward
the car. Outward we'd clambered four miles
It was an extra mile returning, though
it took at least an hour less and the trials
were less risky – just damn midges as foe.
Reckless
when imbibing
He lost his right
to drive
For those infractions
time proscribed
A Poets
D.U.I.
He far
exceeded limits
His influences
blamed
Now doomed to ride
as passenger
In literary
— shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Let's Begin War Measure In Global Scales Of Hague
Rules of Loss
Had I not to intervene
Global power folds opposition in overatures
Canceling breaches speech
Geneva offers Diplomacy
The white house has been justifiably melted before
The Irish intervene
What your exceeded rank does not
[email protected]
Effort for the child writes her notes
In hidden holocaust peacefully first
Then bread thoughts and smiles
Our Beloved Constitution
Our Constitution is a work of brilliance!
It shines as an example for all nations.
Two hundred years have proven its resilience!
Our country has exceeded expectations.
The Bill of Rights guarantees our Liberties!
And helps ensure domestic tranquilities.
Equal justice for all enshrined in our law!
Our Constitution should be held in such awe.
Despicable Party Politics
Party politics the scourge of our nation!
Putting party over people and the truth.
So clear to see with each Administration!
Policy flip flops and privilege abuse.
Resulting in loss of faith and squandered trust!
Party politics are less boom and more bust.
Bad legislation and sordid backroom deals!
No wonder this is how America feels.
Thanks Bob
I Exceeded Maturity
At A VERY Young Age
And There Ain't No Way
I'll EVER
Get It Back.
-Gray Squirrel
05-25-2025
I never liked loud noise.
As a child I would run inside
terrified by the sound
of an aeroplane flying overhead,
cower under the wrap
of my grandmother's thick coat
on the rumbling roar
of a passing truck.
There was always menace
in sounds that exceeded
a threshold which for me
was barely above that
of the spoken voice. Even then,
crowded spaces chorused
in talk would smother
and send me into panic.
I liked soft sounds
that came gentle to the ear.
Rainwater whispering in gutters,
leaves rustling in a light wind,
noises distilled to a murmur
when filtered by distance.
I liked the volume
of being alone.
Not much has changed.
The loud noises that manage
to penetrate an aged ear
still raise the heart rate.
Crowds still press their panic.
Now, at night, I like listening
to the stars and clouds nudged
by the wake of a passing moon.
Unlike so many years .before,
The word truth and it's meaning
Are being tossed about and treated
Differently. No longer is she set in stone
And fixated in absolutes. She is being served in
A tone that speaks of truth as "My truth; Your truth".
I respectfully beg to differ and think not that there is
a 'My truth and a Your truth'. There is only "The Truth".
Truth cannot be encased into my opinionated circle.
May Truth cease to be expressed in such terms.
The Judean King, Pilate, dared to ask Jesus,
""What is truth?" Somehow he knew even in
His era, that truth far exceeded our personal
Rendition and ownership.
.
Just what have I done with my life
A man put that question to me
I started to think and I gave him a wink
But my mind drew a blank, well, let’s see
I’ve not built a bridge made of steel
I’ve not a photographer’s eye
I’d not fit the bill of a fireman’s will
I’ve not flown a plane, no, not I
No land have I gardened or farmed
Machinery baffles my mind
Accountants are great, that wasn’t my fate
An autograph, never I’ve signed
Yet I knew I found what I sought
Without a degree and its pay
The bonds of the heart, right from the start
Yes, that’s what I wanted to say
And I’ve been the happiest man
I’ve done more than all else above
For all that I needed, I’ve surely exceeded
Quite simply put, I have known love
My brain is on holiday
Sure wish it would alert me
I'm cruising along having a ball
Then WHAM!!!
“Sorry, I'm on holiday”
Doesn't happen often to me
But when it does, I freak out
What if in my remaining years
I never write another poem
Yikes! What a calamity that would be
Still got lots to write about
I think I have... I know I have... I'm sure I have
But what happened???
Something is short circuiting my thought box
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Write the first line, then scrap it
Help!!! Someone please tell me what to do
Have the “thought police” intervened
Have I exceeded my yearly word count already
Please oh great overseer of verboseness
If I have exceeded my limit
Can I buy extra words for the year
I'll pay big dollars...
I heard it on the radio –
An early morning crash,
The driver’s fault and then her life
Was over in a flash.
It happened near my walking path
So when I headed out,
I knew I’d pass right by to see
What it was all about.
The F.D.R., six lanes across,
Had not a car in sight,
Except for police and clean-up crews
At work to make things right.
The car involved, a burned-out wreck,
Was waiting on the road
Until the inquiry was done
And then it would be towed.
Debris was scattered in the lanes
In both directions, plus,
The walking path had wreckage, too,
Which no one did discuss.
The car, a Tesla, slammed into
A barrier and flipped,
With flames caused by the battery
With which it was equipped.
The impact made the driver
And the passenger eject.
Though he survived, who knows the damage
That he can expect.
We may not ever learn just why
The driver hit those speeds,
Which well exceeded limits
That nobody ever heeds.
‘Twas the night before Christmas and we’re thrilled
That in our reunion we would be filled
With blessings of family-love and cheer
Midst fellowship around those we hold dear.
Caring warmth exceeded blazing bonfire
As no one among us would like to retire
While hearing testimonies of hope’s best
Exuding from hearts’ compassionate zest.
With carol’s reverberating delight
Our praises reigned toward heavenly flight
Feasting upon the treasures of God’s grace*
To share with others along goodness-brace.
Thrilled were we with remarks of gratitude
Propelled by faith and kindness’ fortitude
Indeed experienced always by our pets
Joining us in our glad video vignettes.
*Romans 3:24 Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.
December 10, 2024
3rd place, "The Night Before - 4" Christmas Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/21/2024
Why must disobedience always prevail
in our present days of perfection and self-greed?
Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell,
admire creation and discard false creed?
O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness
so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments:
when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul,
when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall!
Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing,
can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long;
can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing
to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king?
Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light?
Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ,
everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short:
I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!
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