A French connoisseuse, a blast, a hit,
Her hair twinkles in the night.
She loudly likes parks and
Rolling her feet in long halls
Of art museums.
As she approaches the glass,
Her hands are only as small as
Matisse’s ballerina’s shoe.
How blissfully she glances
Around the room, with a daisy in her hair.
But then she gets bored,
And hungry and says she
Wants to go to the park, near the sea.
She says she likes the view
Above the little white church.
How perfectly envious
Of her youthful innocence.
In each rendition of her being, she is better than I.
But I know by eighteen, she’ll
Rebelliously blast Mazzy Star and recite Sonnet 155.
I notice the perky newfoundness
Of her hair, short yet frizzly;
Her laugh, a little brighter than mine;
And her figure, destined to grow a breath taller.
Sometimes she plays guitar – something I never could.
And yet, in every vision, every daydream I see,
No matter how far or how close
Her image of myself might be,
One thing remains:
My daughter always has the eyes of you, not me.
Categories:
rebelliously, daughter, future, i love
Form: Free verse
They were in disagreement about the basketball foul line.
Soon yelling and screaming, boys numbering eight or nine.
Some of them ran off, but two became rebelliously loud.
Sportsmanship tested, said their fathers, feeling proud.
Categories:
rebelliously, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Amidst battered clouds drawn east
from gray heavens imbalance,
joyful kites loop mindlessly never
obstructing picturesque quietness.
Rebelliously swooping through unhappy
visitors who xenodochially yield zest.
Categories:
rebelliously, happy,
Form: ABC
There was an old dear
She is no longer here
As one day she fancied a bath
Her son said, she was too old for all that
To shower instead and don’t be so daft
A cantankerous old biddy
And ignoring his pleas
She began to feel giddy
And sunk to her knees
The pain it was awful
She could not get out
Tears welled in her eyes
As she started to shout
But no one was there to hear her pleas
As she tried to kneel on her knobbly knees
And the poor old dear
She is no longer here
She was finally found
In her bath - she had drowned
So after the age of seventy
Try not to act too rebelliously
Do not cause a furore
See the moral of this story
If you don’t want to drown in your bath
Leaving others with the aftermath
To die in your bath is not a pretty sight
As when you are found you will look such a fright
All wrinkled and red, as you will be dead
So listen when told if you want to grow old
No bathing for you, try a shower instead
30th September 2018
EARLY POEM CONTEST
Sponsor Brian Strand
Categories:
rebelliously, death, humorous, self, silly,
Form: Rhyme
This is a poem about loss -
The sun and songbirds rose,
to see the snowshell soften,
to see the light less low,
to see the tropics-green
crocus leaf
spear! rebelliously!
through the thick and the heavy
white.
Green, all but forgot these last months.
Life, all but without faith these last months.
The sun and songbirds and greens rose,
this day.
Categories:
rebelliously, beauty, birth, death,
Form: Free verse
Withering wandering waves of a wasted will
The Nomad stands in solace within the silent still
Universal laws that lock and securely seal
Metaphorical minds that soon rebelliously reveal
Lachrymal light years that have gallantly gone
Pensive prisons meticulously molding a mortal pawn
Methodical madness mocking a soulless vessel
Where the deceived desiccated lie numbly nestled
A spirit stimulated by satiated slings and arrows
Barely escaping the narcotized narcissistic narrows
Vigilant valorous voids pleasingly passing through
To help distill the poisoned biotic bacterial brew
In the realms of the Nomadic turbulent tribes
Stands one alone with votive vibrational vibes.
June.08.2016
For Contest...
DISTANT THINGS...By John Lawless
Categories:
rebelliously, analogy, conflict, emotions, identity,
Form: Sonnet
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
Categories:
rebelliously, life, on writing and
Form: Personification
Felt as if I were a stranger amongst family.
A mere shadow puppet on the wall.
The whispers that enraged me deeply.
From all the distasteful, shameful,
ungrateful words that had been spoken.
Utter silence drifting away,
the darkness starts to reign.
Sincerity's all so superficial beauty shines brightly,
blinding us from the true light burning within.
Rebelliously our selfish motives,
and lustful attitudes,
ruthlessly are felt thru out the land.
Emotionless thoughts,a lack of wisdom,
Aimlessly wandering about,
consuming everything in it's path.
Leaving "heart aches" as distraactions,
felt dining the war within the chains of bondage.
Keeping us slaves of death.
Our "seeds of faith" never failing,
surrendering to our human nature.
Repenting with our bankrupted souls.
His grace,given with forgiveness
and love.
Jennifer Hedrick-Finch
Categories:
rebelliously, life
Form: I do not know?
The tax bill came;
They could not pay.
Their bank foreclosed
That very same day.
They dejectedly walked away!
Another child;
One too many to feed.
The abortion clinic
"Took care" of their need
They callously walked away!
Young evangelist preaching;
On the corner of the street,
Desired that the people
And their Saviour should meet.
They rebelliously walked away!
They left this existence,
Very far behind.
Their names, in the Book of Life,
God was unable to find.
They sadly walked away!
Charlie Pelota
Categories:
rebelliously, introspection, loss
Form: Rhyme
S trangely Secretive, Social, Sensitive, Strong, and Sensual,
C autiously Courteous, Charismatically Critical, and Caringly Compassionate,
O bservant, Obstinate, and Obsessive,
R ational, Rebelliously Resentful, and Resilient,
P articularly Perceptive, Profoundly Passionate, Powerful, and a Procrastinator.
I mmensely Intense, Imaginatively Intuitive, Individualized, and Inspiringly Inspecting.
O utspoken and Opinionative,
Categories:
rebelliously, people
Form: Acrostic
Thought I had the ugliest hair
in the whole neighborhood;
rebelliously stiff and coarse, hard-headedly
thick and crude;
long or short, gel and comb it fought
like it was made of wood,
like a furious porcupine bristling at you
if you're rude;
but then at our high school reunion
it made me feel good;
though unkempt 'twas the object
of salivating envy
of those who paid dearly
for a hair transplant or a toupee;
so now about my hair I have a happier
point of view:
just comb it slow,make it glow, so it won't
abandon you!
Categories:
rebelliously, funny, life, people, hair,
Form: Rhyme
looking up into an after breakfast blue morning sky
at a rapidly fading wind brushed skeletal sailfish
floating as high as I'd like to be
Half cup of cooling coffee beside me on the patio table
Beside the freshly opened green stained pool
That robot Guido is pulse eagerly cleaning in
One trapped corner. While rebelliously ignoring
The greenest section of the shallow end.
Such fixated repetitive robotic persistence once conquered the known world
Hence the name Guido.
The sun beats heat into my seated back
As all the colours of early summer
Stubbornly resist their urges to pastel
Flowers have waited through many cold wet days
To colour this morning in brightness
Even Breeze pauses in rapt admiration
This still life masterpiece is broken by the sound
of filtered falling water and of course the songs of birds
I drain my late beloved mother in law's favorite cup, now mine,
And reluctantly leave these momentous reflections
Categories:
rebelliously, life, nature, morning,
Form: Bio