Rebels Poems

Defying Predictability

With hair ablaze
a jester unconfined.
I scoffed at the mundane 
its life declined.
My wardrobe 
a riot
a rhapsody bold.
Mismatched socks my standard 
stories untold.

In classrooms of tedium 
rules I'd defy
Grasping forbidden knowledge 
'neath watchful sky.
Craving for wisdom in 
esoteric wells.
Chased squirrels with saws 
casting fanciful spells!

Detentions for antics 
the school's icy stare
Derided in classrooms 
a spirit too

Rebel Chicks In Leather

The chicks around here are really
Tough and mean
So mean they'd spit in your eye
Steal a babbies ice cream
And make them cry

Dressed in leathers
Riding their noisy roaring motorcycles
At speed
Terrorising the neighbourhood
With their wicked deeds

Their birds of a feather
Rebels without a cause
That stick together

Lock all your windows
And lock all your doors
People run for their lives
The outlaws frighten

POWERFUL SILENT SPEECH

Where is humanity? 
as Congolese players,
stuffs and fanatics 
were about to sing
their national anthem 
at Afcon tournament,
they put their right hands 
on their mouths
to express the silence 
of the international community 
into the problems of DRCongo.
they pointed  their left hands like guns 
on their heads to express different atrocities
which continue taking place 
in Eastern  of

Rise Again

Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies 

Burn oor birches aside the lough, 

Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, 

Dictating oor days tae come, 

No from the pint o a gun, 

Fae laws an promises  broken. 

Lees an lees spout forth like watter 

Lives expended as if they dinnae matter, 

Feel the Jacobite spirit again,

Kids

Kids are creative, made in God's image;
we parents are just coaches on this earth.
God has prepared for them lines of scrimmage;
kids are creative. 

Kids demonstrate a great challenge at birth.
We take pride; their "great"ness we envisage
forgetting their Creator grants them girth. 

We focus on our lines of lineage 
and give God small credit for their

The King of the Rebels

He is the king of the rebels
Keeps things stirred up and unruly
Disruptive, arrogant, an insurrectionist
Other people follow his lead and are jailed.
He is protected by a political party that wants to win
Trading integrity, honor, and the greater good for possible seat
Disgusting, rebellious, pompous revolutionary.

The Silk of Rebels

They often cascade from a creator's mind
those shooting stars in a black shawl night.

Some are light years afar, others frightfully close
some are dullened - forever scarred.
Others sashay through life as sequined ghosts.

Some are connected-in mental constellation.
Some are vagabond pebbles in space and time
Some kiss the mouths of packs of devils
Some dwell alone in black thought

My Nineteen-Seventies

I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.

I was not attracted to those scholastic or athletic,
but to those lacking labels and considered rebels.
Moving yearly filled my army-brat life with sad good-byes
that swerved my teenage years thru countless, deep cries.
When the decade first began, I

Concrete Among the Rebels

Caught in a thicket, concrete among the rebels
Hit with hard metal and then showered with shrapnel
Shots fired. Get on the ground
But I'm brick dry and the ground is my foundation
So I am in no position to be taking such action
I'm grounded. Man, I feel surrounded
Disarmed and hung out to dry, a sitting duck

Caught in a

Rebels Wait

Celebrated is the freedom of youth,  
But paralyzed I was by every move,
In my young mind I agonized,
Is this what my peers will approve? 

In a suit and tie I was persistent,    
By a taste of success made confident, 
Yet hardly any doubt there was, 
Blending in still paid a high

- 'Rebels' Was Their Name - 7

"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME

Judge not, that ye be not judged.
 Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face  
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance, 
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent 
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace. 
Before those  same  red  cheeks  were  flags  of

Rebels In a Riot

I tell you innocence is stolen
a crime that's not reported but
i'll ask for it's return and paste
up home made flyers.
These drugs,money and power
collapse apon the tower
killing most ambitions
and there never seen again.
 
 
Temptations rose a plan
that rode on broken honors
that harassed all our fathers
and pushed them to an end.
The papers and the giants
those kings

The Y2k Rebels

The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the new crazed sensation. Symbolic doses, hit the millennial air, as

Summer Rebels

When
           raindrops
               fall
              upon
            unwary
  

Rebels of Fate

All we are is our broken past
 Threw everything we weren’t supposed to last
 Our hearts like broken glass
 Proof that our souls died very fast
  
 Cold metal, our best friends
 With these blades we will meet our ends
  
 Self hate is the song we sing
 The fallen angels take wing

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