Four men in a boat,
afloat in the ocean.
The winds are still,
the sails have no motion.
The Optimist waits for the winds
with great anticipation.
The Pessimist shakes his head
and curses in quite desperation.
The Fatalist begins to cry
and screams, "We're going to die!
The Realist lets out a Rebel Yell,
takes a drink of whiskey
and calmly adjusts the sails!
Black and blue memories turn to sunset;
All of the craziness that we’ve survived,
it’s like I’ve been branded by our secret;
So many roller coasters we just thrived,
as long as we rode down them together;
The tumultuous my heart has archived;
We aren’t exactly birds of a feather,
but two sets of wings still fly parallel;
Painting the sky in all types of weather;
My body reflects that rock solid spell,
those faded colors now a rebel yell.
Fashion do you well
Take me out
Dress me up
Dress me down
Fashion do you well
Together in this town
Chatting ourselves for hours
Feels like we are forever
You are my favorite spell
You wear us well
Fashion do you well
Yeah let’s follow our hearts
You’re my rebel yell
My favorite spell
I used to think I had writers block
because I don't write like I used to
but I think back what was my reason for poetry?
I felt so misunderstood and
I just wanted people to get to know the real me
back then I was a devout Christian
and in between of attempting
to live the holy & clean life
I still felt dirty…it was rough
a hopeless romantic who was a victim of his circumstances but also his choices
I wrote to tell tales like
I was with a woman I heard spirits speak to
I guess we can chalk that up to white noise
I guess I had a story to tell feeling trapped
as a young teen and poetry was my rebel yell
I hear the bells ringing, in the church where I was raised.
Mama took us faithfully, praying we'd be saved.
After years of wandering, I'm going back today.
Six carrying my pine box to the field where I shall lay.
I left our farm two years ago, just barely twenty-one.
I rode away with rebel pride, some water and my gun.
I marched against the yankee troops never backing down.
Now here I'll lay forever more underneath this hallowed ground.
We marched into battle as the enemy lay in wait.
I saw a distant plume of smoke as the bullet sealed my fate.
A ball of lead has pierced my chest and lodged against my heart.
My soul has left my body and from this world departs.
As I am laid in the ground please do not cry for me.
March onward into battle and claim the victory.
I gave my life for Dixie, for the South I fought and killed.
I left this world with a Rebel yell as I fell upon that hill.
They forgot the cause for the falling ash
The disaster aftermath of the great collapse
Decrees to stay away from the grey afterthoughts of the past
To live for the story we tell; our legacy to last
Chaos and fatigue englulf this meeting of souls
Kindred minds intertwined in the future we stole
We arm ourselves with shields, and weapons of mass destruction
These trigger fingers engaging in our rebel-yell seduction
The war wages on with tears replacing sounds
The drummer’s playing now with hope instead of sound
We’re always finding painful ways to eacape the fear of silence
So calmity please, beget these scenes of crushing violence
This is the path We fell into by chance
No one left to blame but fate and circumstance
As the emerald fields fade away to shades of grey
The battle rages on, while forgotten
Youth plays today
Here in your arms; I slowly drift into you and I
But I can’t leave you here while your green eyes swell with pride
To hold back the tears; the scars ever present here
I hope that one day we will hang up our shields and simply dissapear
So many interstates have I endured
South of the Mason-Dixon
Where cotton fields and swamps and Jesus saves
Upon my eyes wind up fixing.
Towns feel so familiar,
Yet I've never taken their exit.
Cities equal more time spent
Escaping the ugly edifice.
As a child, dreams filled the ride
As we made off for our destination.
Now, familiar music tags along
As I criss-cross this great nation.
In forty years, we've come a long way.
The rebel yell begins to fade,
But my destination will remain
Southward where I'll be sipping tea in the shade.
Resonation
no-one at first heard the tumult
the question to the arts,
take that
scythe rip that canvas crack that bronze
bust that marble
shatter it to shards
I heard the howl of a suffering soul
most recent in the line of bards…
no-one at first heard the cries
or played those tarot cards…
the prophecy was grim
gate-keepers of the holy shroud
did not acknowledge him
critics dismissed
professors critiqued
but she's' burst forth from the psyche and that collective conscience we all have though not ready for her resonated the soul
turning topsy turvy upside down blasted from with in
you old masters--
keepers of the kingdom blasted by a rebel yell
most foul
the Howl she barks a new tune with with syntax and symbols unacceptable
to all but a loon
we know it now we look out the horizon from the rim
She's here she's born
he bellowed the boon
And she anew will return again
I heard it once the howl of the suffering soul…
By Kevin Robey
August 8, 2014
If I could just live for one day
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
If I could spend all that time
Just making it count
Just callin it mine
I wouldn't be so obtuse
I would make it ok
I'd untie my noose
If you could simply understand me
Forget how I look
Cut through what you see
This wouldn't be so sad
If you knew what I was
And how it's cost all I've ever had
If you could know how it felt
To lie every day
To feel my skin melt
Maybe you wouldn't be so unfair
When you stare at my nails
When you laugh at my hair
How do you think you would feel
If I told you who you were?
If I told you what was real?
How could you even understand?
What this all means to me
The empty past i see
All I want is to have a place
Where you love me for me
Where you forget about my face
So if you have to criticize
I don't want your hand
I don't want your advice
And if you want a guide
I'll show you my soul
I'll take you inside
And if you really wanna know
What this all means
I'll just take it slow
Cause I want you to know
I want you to know...
“There is…another…Skywalker”
Though she’s not a Jedi Knight
The force is strong in her
She fights darkness with the light
A woman unafraid of danger
Princess Leia is her name
The kingdom is at stake
She’s out to win this game
She has wit, charm and beauty
A treat for Jabba the Hut
She kills that slimy sick beast
Will not sink down into smut
She wins the heart of Solo
Handsome rebel on the run
He brings to life her feelings
For his smile rivals the sun
She fears her evil father
But her brother knows how to save
For he is a Jedi knight
The force in him makes him brave
Star Wars is NOT a movie
That you view on some grand screen
It is not merely fiction
Thought up in someone’s daydream
There IS a mighty battle
That is fought out every day
The good tries to win the fight
The bad tries to have full sway
The “FORCE” is ever present
To give strength to overcome
Sure victory is in sight
Won by the only true SON
We all can be Skywalkers
Every day we can decide
To join forces with the good
And to shun the evil side
So, be brave and strong of heart
The saber is yours today
Go in with a rebel yell
FIGHT in the galactic play!
For Star Wars Contest
By Poet Destroyer
August 20, 2013
He rode the wind on mighty steed
He drove it fast to gain more speed
To win maiden in noble deed
As he galloped in the night…
He found his damsel in distress
With dragon claws clutching her dress
Disheveled hair and heart astress
As he galloped within sight…
One swift leap and he came aground
His rebel yell a mighty sound
Courage to fight in her he found
As he strode into her plight…
She gazed at eyes of azure blue
A depth of love she never knew
For handsome knight so brave and true
As she held on with her might…
He sunk he sword in to the hilt
Dragon heart blood to ground was spilt
Caught the damsel about to wilt
As his valor set things right…
In his strong arms she found her place
She gazed into his angel face
Between their bodies not a space
As the night was tinged with light…
He bowed his head to plant a kiss
A song of love, no dragon hiss
Her world now filled with utter bliss
As to heaven they took flight….
For Isaiah Zerbest Medaeval contest
August 3, 2013
You can move on
You can see the light of day
But you've left me behind
Behind in this endless night
You can be strong
Invincible
Indomitable
A cherished hero
Unaffected….
But you've left me defenseless
Weak
Paralyzed by fear
You can go about
Your daily life
Taking the whole world in your stride
Yet you’ve left me in my room
A prisoner in these four walls
Afraid of a world
I can’t understand
Unable to reach out
You can bind up your wounds
Stanch the flow
And continue with the fight for life
Undeterred
The taste of victory in your mouth
Your rebel yell
Sounding a warning
A swashbuckling warrior
And I lie in the trenches
Watching the flow
Of my life
Ebbing away
Waiting to be rescued
Wondering if I will make it
To another day
You and Me
Two different people
From two different worlds
Yet part of the human race
In need of grace
Remember me….
When you turn your face to the sun
And feel the breeze on your face
Remember me...
Alone in my room
Closed in by the gloom
Tears drenching me
Hurts haunting me
Remember me….
And say a prayer…
Say a prayer
For me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In the sunken hollow a gray mass
addles
A silhouette of swaying muskets
shadows
Braying horses the silent vigil
rattles
A curdling breeze across feted
expanse prattles
The stilled pageant concludes with
the order, "charge"
From sheltering tree line, a
disheveled mass doth barge
A shrieking, cacophonous chorus
christens the onslaught
Menacing octave wafts;
Union, tidal waves to
distraught
This is getting crazy
Fire burning everywhere
All because of Late
We fight for our right
Don’t be held down
Let’s riot!
Be you, no one else
Fight for your right
The fight will burn into the night
Let’s rebel, let’s riot!
Anarchy is our rebel yell
We’ve been turned down
Pushed around
Stared at
Let’s burn this mother down
The Rejects will rule now
Screw your rules
Let’s start a Revolution
Glass shatters
Put up your fists
RIOT!
Fight for your right to be you!
To Yankees now forgotten
A terrible noise
Quake
and
Run !
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