Long Renegade Poems
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hairy creepy
crimson leaves
lively jumpers
jubilant squirrels
squeaky barndoor
blatant rooster
renegade trees
tremendous crackles
crazy autumn
quintessential sticks
starling flutters
flamboyant colors
compassionate shadows
shifting noises
nearby deer
darling fawn
freckled newborn
purple thorns
thoroughly harsh
hearing robin
rustic log
leaning trunk
tree twisted
twirling leaf
lengthwise walk
wayward direction
gray sky
skirmish underbrush
understanding snake
sneaking past
poisonous maybe
mouse skitters
skimming foot
forever memory
meandering home
Home at last
and in one piece!
(A gangster rap)
Yo, on the corner, where the street meets fate,
Unsupervised stop sign, tempting fate,
In the hood's wild west, where rules bend,
That stop sign stands alone, a silent trend.
No law, no authority, it's a lawless land,
But that sign, it's a symbol, taking a stand,
In the chaos of the streets, it holds its ground,
A rebel, a silent voice, all around.
Cars zoomin' by, ignorance in the air,
But that stop sign's there, it doesn't care,
Red octagon, a warning ignored,
In the streets of rebellion, it's adored.
It's like me, in this life of sin,
Breakin' the rules, but I aim to win,
Unsupervised, yet standin' tall,
Against the odds, I'm destined to brawl.
That stop sign's a metaphor, a symbol of might,
In a world so dark, it shines a light,
Unnoticed, unguarded, but it persists,
Like a gangster's resilience, it exists.
I roll through the streets, like a renegade,
With the spirit of that stop sign, never afraid,
In this concrete jungle, where chaos thrives,
I'm the unsupervised rebel, on the rise.
press ganged or poetry
head on collision with the truth
beheaded by ignorance’s sword
full steam towards censorship
synchronized fabrication
redacted news to follow
blank lines on the page …
medium holds forth a renegade séance
gives head to fine crystal ball bearings
heeds the apt call for intuitive positions
the media retort ‘naïve foolish emotions
we lead up from the front behind centres
of power preserve the necessary status quo’
and yet the joker holds all the cards
seeds subversion rebels reconciles
reason emotion and figurative speech
‘my heart and essence are wide open books
it is not over before a rotund epilogue sings
spines are meant to stand tall and proclaim’
justice’s chant liberation and honesty
realignment of wheels out of control
chorus of critique of outdated lies
rhapsody instead of guillotine
symphonic joy or firing squad
advancement or apathetic arrest
beware of the trap door and deep pitfalls
before you decide which way to proceed
chopped heads or tale ends’ beginnings
... a no brainer unless you vote for demise
Give me a trowel, seeds, a straw hat, and a boat load of dirt.
Dump it into a fierce pile, and I will throw myself onto it.
Hugging it like a California hippie hugs her trees.
Hire me a tiller and let me make friends with the earth worms.
I will plant potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce, peas, carrots and beans,
daffodils, cone flowers, roses, lilacs, crepe myrtle, and marigolds.
Spending six to eight glorious hours outside, being a gardener.
Renegade plants will admire me and push up through the soil.
I will have violets, red mushrooms, and Queen Anne’s Lace.
There might be a giant sunflower, and my apple tree will blossom.
Give me a plant, a bush, a tree, or a seed and stand back.
We might grow Jack’s beanstalk because my thumb is this green!
The heavens rupture in a scream of gold,
As Michael’s legions face the dark of old.
Once Lucifer, the brightest morning star,
Now leads the renegade brigade of war.
The Light-Bringer ignites a cosmic flame,
To strike the throne from which his glory came.
Then Satan strikes, the adversary grim,
With million-winged horrors following him.
Great cherubim with burning, spinning wheels
Crash into mountains as the galaxy reels.
The Prince of Darkness swings a blade of night,
To slice the feathers of the sons of light.
Beneath the thunder of the holy shield,
Destructive Abaddon divides the field.
Apollyon unleashes plagues of fire,
To turn the silver towers to a pyre.
While Gabriel’s silver trumpet sounds the charge,
Against the shadow growing fierce and large.
Old Beelzebub, the bitter Lord of Flies,
Pits swarm against the lightning of the skies.
And worthless Belial, with lawless spears,
Pierces the music of the celestial spheres.
The ancient Dragon thrashes in the cloud,
Wrapping the sun inside a bloody shroud.
The Prince of Lies morphs into holy forms,
To trick the angels mid-assault in storms.
But righteous blades of judgment cut him through,
Exposing the decay beneath the view.
The Tempter twists, but steel of truth prevails,
Against the heavy armor of his scales.
Cruel Mephistopheles seeks out the weak,
Where wounded seraphs can no longer speak.
Yet the supreme Evil One is forced to yield,
As holy lightning sweeps across the field.
Cast down, the rebel host begins to drown,
Leaving the scorched and broken heavenly crown.
Epilogue: The Aftermath
The smoking skies fall silent, cold and gray,
As ash and broken feathers drift away.
The scarred horizons heal with quiet grace,
But shadows now infect the cosmic space.
Deep in the dark, the fallen nurse their scars,
Plotting vengeance underneath the stars.
Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As in gnashing and grinding of canine
As rain, like beads of sweat, acne and goose pimples
Break out on my forehead and entire body,
Sprouting like yam tendrils from the earth;
meandering as water in rain gutter
From a million hair follicles,
Teasing my entire body
And finally docking by hook or crook
Like a boat at it's embedded tributary
Between my negritude toes
I google in consternation, bewilderment
At your obstinate attempt
As pestle on bits of grain in motar
To pound a defiant, renegade earth
Back against the wall in rope-a-dope
To submission and surrender
Powerful strokes of koboko whips
Descending from heaven
As plague upon pharaoh and his kinsmen,
Drumming endlessly on thatch roofs
And corrugated iron roofs alike
Concocting rhythms more intoxicating
And damning than heavy metal music
Images of African women
Resiliently scurrying, shuffling,
Between thatch huts and drooling rain;
Scuttling to retrieve rain water in pails
And ebony children
Drenched in rain like weather beaten bats
Savoring every drop from the whinning sky
Rain,
I yearn for your spirit
But dread your fiery, fury,
Flash and flood
Come rain, soak me in your mist;
Drape me in your dew and moisture
Rain,
Your ghost evokes succor and misery!
The Fact is, we're stranded here.
With an ever-ungrateful, godless population.
Resources are far beyond strained.
The selfish leadership perched upon nuclear-oriented brains...
In a race to see if we can outrun the dark side of ourselves.
Into the safety mirage of our stained-glass spaces.
We move like banana slugs trying to escape the flames.
From a renegade campfire of our own making.
We've been ordained, the fragile species.
Swept away by the gentlest of tides.
Suffocated by a slight dip in oxygen.
Our mason jar spacecraft with microscopic cracks.
Searching for fresh drinking water in the seams of heaven...
Although we've skunked our own Eden.
We're alone in the universe by divine design.
Stranded by colossal egos and tiny cane toad brains...
Who'll be the alpha cannibal?
Sitting around the omega campfire.
Taunted by the sirens of the stars.
Haunted by the gray wing of a nuclear rain.
My garden has bellflowers, globe flowers and cornflowers too
I spend many hours weeding the rows, making it look new
Sometimes a pretty renegade violet sneaks in, what can I do?
I leave her unviolated, she adds a gorgeous splash of blue.
My neighbor old Cyrus brought me some bulbs of iris today.
I will plant them in fall; it is not time for them to make their way.
He said, “Your marigolds are so beautiful, ruffled and gay!”
Uplifted my mood, showing Cyrus my flower garden today.
Your bleeding heart is so gorgeous! He said. What is your trick?
He is right; she is the quintessential flower, fluffy and thick.
She was a start from my great Grandmother, Molly McNick.
She was an Irish wizard, who could grow a flower in brick.
You have inherited her green thumb, Old Cyrus told me.
Your Queen Anne’s lace and daisies are a pleasure to see.
I felt happy that he did nothing to disturb my busy bumble bee.
Many winged creatures aid in my garden of ecstasy
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Posie Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
As I look into your eyes,
I recall the last time I saw you face to face.
My heartache has not vanished, as my soul dries up and cries.
There are memories of you I refuse to erase.
Tell me what went wrong between us in the end.
My endless companion, lover, no longer my intimate friend.
Sorrow has its on demons, isolation is a choice---
I can no longer rejoice.
To this day I reminisce about the past.
For in the end it was not meant to last.
Flashbacks coming back and forth inside my head.
Remembering the connection we both had.
I no longer believe in fairytales, for it is unknown what lies ahead.
Yes, certainly, it is sad.
I previously believed that you were all I had, until you broke my trust.
Nobody had ever cared so much for me before, and here we go again, another bites the dust.
Guess what? I was fooled, all along.
As I sit here and wonder what went wrong.
There are more questions than answers left for me, after your deceit, an escapade.
Treacherous stories intertwined, given and sealed with a kiss.
Discovering the truth beneath you, my kryptonite, my renegade.
Today I say goodbye to you forever.
For what a blessing it is, that we are no longer together.
This is in fact my last letter, because your absence will make me better.
I am stronger than yesterday.
No matter what you say, things have ended my way.
And I will not ask you to stay---
So take your lies, and walk away.
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!