Long Mutiny Poems
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Live life your way and not their’s
Meaning is found in the air
People put me under so much scrutiny, always screwing me with mutiny.
I ask them to help me but they never reply so I just reapply with a new mask
They just force me to ask again and again but never listen.
I’ll just add it to my list then.
Of people who got two faces
They cheap for me but can afford two masks
Betray a brother for material it don’t make sense.
Virtue matters more than a lot of cents.
I know what others think but they don’t think.
Understanding a fool makes you wise
But it is foolish to think you are wise
Chase what others don’t see
Don’t put an anchor on your dream.
Don’t put any anger on your team.
Who cares If your boat floats
If it’s not even moving
The essence of sails is essential.
Exploring the oceans of perspectives takes you far.
Keep a steel mind but leave the trap open.
Just make sure they can’t steal your mind.
To stay clean you need clean eyes without the L.
The only losses that matter are the ones in your head.
Defeat is only mental until you're dead.
Look at sex through a magnifying glass and you’ll see what is missin’ is the circumcision
Seeing d-vision makes division of people who trade relationships for lust.
They lost sight of God's vision.
So you’ll trade your soul for pleasure.
Please don’t trade your soul even if you sure
Pleas of material only drift you away from the shore
Appease no one don’t put on a show
A peace treaty is never peaceful unless the maker says so.
Hate the system not the people
If everyone’s skin was clear there would still be racism
Ain’t it clear?
We fight each other instead of big brother
You need to see through it but stay consistent
Hypocrites choose what they see through.
You don’t need glasses you need bifocals
No eyes is better than one I
Don’t judge a book by its cover
Don’t judge a book by its inside
Judge a book by its spine
Trees that stay green all year even in winter
Call them Spine trees
That is my favorite type of tree
Throwing rocks in a glass house never smart
But throwing rocks with glass spines will crush your heart
On the sunset porch, I spatter my breath.
Return the favor so that can fulfill my task.
I'm merely observing people passing through.
Continue speaking with sleazeball lips.
Remnants of alive memories.
Sing to amply demonstrate the dedication.
Thusly, overcome with the eager desire to sob.
I cleave to the pieces of dead maps you are grasping.
On the grounds that I entered the hole to steep it.
As well, mutiny spread in all banausic ways.
I'm crouching beneath the wishing arbor, as you can view.
My most fervent hopes are being warped in odd angles.
To the wondrous strains of a mournful tune.
My heart expresses a desire for raw skin.
In the folds of the reach, light candles of wonder.
My mind is brimming with gloomy shades.
Arrange for the upheaval of gray memory strands.
I applaud my post-injury morality.
And I recall this to the best of my cognitive ability.
That is all in a proper sense.
On saddle cushions, I slept properly.
I buried you on your own holy patch of land.
Nobody grasps me in this squandering.
Nobody compares to my image in mirrors.
Written: February 16, 2022
11/8/21
Such things could not easily be duplicated
Let the truth be illuminated
Too sedated
Super faded
At times I hallucinated
And often ruminated
Woke up the next day feeling terrible or rejuvenated
And recuperated
Ready to do it all again a true statement
Another eye got enucleated
The moon going through lunar phases
In the background the music faded
Another thing seen predictably or a mystery soon awaited
Meanwhile always those who hated
And continue making comments and stupid faces
You don't know the half
Yet you're so quick to judge and laugh
It's still the same old typical crap
In the light of day or when it's pitch black
Still drunk and so high
Paying all this B.S. no mind
During high and low tide
Close and far from road signs
For now it's go time
All along the coast line
As the wind blows by
Done lucidly
Speaking truthfully
Usually
I would partake in the foolery
Faced a lot of scrutiny
Folks caught up on being a pillar of the community
Others in a state of lunacy
Another step closer to a eulogy
In a world full of cruelty
Much of it carried out brutally
The rest of it done dutifully
And beautifully
For a long time I stood neutrally
It's all no longer of use to me
There's soon to be a mutiny
For ill will or equal opportunity
I was a Tomboy to the core,
Went to Kindergarten – hoping for more
Than merely dolls and tea sets but some things
Like cars and trucks, airplanes with wings
All the things that make a boy’s heart sing
Also brought me to dreaming of every good thing
Despite the tomboy who lives inside this lass,
When I entered the kindergarten class
I was met with a doll, Raggedy Ann - while
This new teacher, with her kindest smile
Offered me Ms. Raggedy – I accepted her
Despite the thoughts that came in such a blur
This is mutiny, revolution… this could create
A uprising in my soul, but patient, I’d wait…
Ms. Raggedy, once I’d secreted her beneath
My desk - I realized that, once lost, I’d bequeath
Her to my friend – since then, I’ve decided to become
A poem writer – writing about the lost doll who would overcome
The tomboy who had won her as a trading tool
This lost doll who she’d market became the best in school!
Captain Moran never gave up hope.
We were being tossed like washrags.
Many pirates of our crew were brutally ill.
The waters of the Caribbean were dangerously dark.
Some of the rest of us wanted him to turn back to the cape.
Captain Moran kept the clipper steady as he could.
Holding the wheel in the most adverse of circumstances.
It was so dark in the evening, we thought devils were afoot.
Many discussed a mutiny.
I was not one, but I was close.
On the eighth day the sky opened up right in the middle.
The sun showed herself, grinning and kicking with glee.
Right above where the Captain was holding the wheel.
Captain Moran acted like it was usual.
We all knew it was anything but.
He is blessed, our captain, by special angels.
"Sraboner Dharar Moto Poruk" is a Rabindra Sangeet composed by the legendary Rabindranath Tagore, set to the Bihag raga and Dadra tal. It was first composed in 1914 at Santiniketan and is often associated with the Bengali film Alo (2025), where it was sung by Arundhati Holme Chowdhury.
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye
A fading croon and even angels ask with then with them on my clan, on my chime to thyme
A childlike serene trickling downpour a pair of interstellar solar pail, a refrain to brim a hoopoe
dear dark nay to know not more than that, even though to intertwine, a cosmos a birdfeeder sow
mundane a lifetime this life a frontage a facade a premise in my low, in my high
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye
There's a vision we hold,
It's value in what has been told,
The reason so many souls are sold,
Working life away to acquire gold,
Molding their existence.
What is it's significance,
The difference from any other stone?
You're only shown you needed some,
Just a little crumb is all you need,
To feed a family in need.
That shimmering greed,
Now poisoning Earth's seeds,
Dirty deeds making enemies,
Turning beauty into pennies.
Keeping people from getting any,
Only creating scrutiny,
Mutiny in reverse.
As the curse is lifted,
Only the gifted can see,
The truth behind money,
I think you'll find it funny.
The value that is assigned,
Is defined within the mind,
Signed by the soul.
Gold stole the power you hold,
Devouring the life you were told,
Was just about growing old,
And watching it all unfold.
Have you sold your life to gold,
What is the value you hold?
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
Mutiny Of The Mind
Did You Eva Stop to Think
What about tomorrow
What is really on the other-side of today?
Should I force myself to go along
When my insides tell me, things are wrong.?
Did You Eva Stop to Think
Could my life had gone a different way,
If I’d chosen a different route?
I think I could have took another stance
Against injustices and Brutality.
One day I thought, and realized
My thoughts were never really my own
That day I vowed to think my thoughts
Speak my words, in my own tone;
Stop and think while being alone.
I will Listen to that still small voice;
That will guide me to that perfect light.
If I Ignore my deep-down gut
My inner-voice, will yank my heart
I really had to stop and
think - What about eternity.
did you ever stop to think,
what about forever.?
Not religion nor popular opinions
Nor culture or traditions
Neither the number of votes,
Nor the amount temptations wealth.
Can ever again make me feel right
About doubting myself.
Did you ever stop to think;
That people who cause mind mutiny;
Mind your business well.
As if they have you under scrutiny,
And want you beneath their spell.
Did you ever stop to think?
Your life requires your participation.
Without participating in your own life
Where then will your soul go.?
Flesh rots: Hearts keep records,
Bones slowly decay and sink.
Before the soul flies away...
A hue-man can always change his ways;
Man, must secure himself against negativity.
Before he reaches the brink.
If only, he meditates awhile and
Seriously stops and thinks.!
© Vicki Acquah,
Love in a mutiny
It was the May of 1857
There was a great clash in the north
Here two souls were loving each
by forgetting everything around them
He was Vadivel a soldier and
She was Muthammai in a teen of beauty
They were the lovable souls of their village
which was near to Historical fort of Vellore
Perumugai was their village
Which made Vadivel as a brave and strong
Their love made that village as beauty but
fate smiled loudly there as a villain
Clarins was the commander of Vadivel
wanted to exclude him from Muthamma
H e sent him to a remote from her as his orfer
to get rid off from his nearness
On the same night by eleven
He went and raped that beauty
She felt ashamed and got her peace in death
Vadivel retuned from his task and
heard that thunder shock news
To take a revenge on Clarins
He shot his commander at the same fort and
smashed that cruels face and body
In the place of her death
He stabbed himself to die
Both souls were traveling in the air
to say their love in the world
It may be the first spark
to the graet Historical Vellore Sipoy mutiny
Still their grave yards are there
as a silent evidence of their love