Renegade Poems

renegade honeysuckle trees

Honeysuckles commandeered my yard
Ten in a row, watching this old bard
They grow renegade, their roots are super deep.
Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep.

Yearnings of a Renegade

The echo of a dreadful night cannot contain a valorous heart
The searing blood in a warrior's veins does not succumb to a vanquished heart
The clashing of swords, gory and raw do not sway the mighty "outlaw"
She charges deep into the dawning war with strands of darkness glistening under the waning star

Thoughts of her faith she finds futile
For who can make the brave abide
Her heart that streaks with mutiny and rebellion 
seeks only for a fellow Sneer

A renegade at birth, she wanders on
Finding peace she suspects will slip through her claws 
The brown of her parched skin glistens as the dark embraces her flaws 
She flourishes under the night's indifferent maze
and comes alive under the moon's sliver gaze 

She longs for an invitation to a land far-off
with water that soothes her war ridden heart
A traitor, rebel and a renegade to her own
she wishes to be a lover in a warrior's home town

To at last find the peace that her heart longs 
And satisfy the cravings of a heart that's been reeking of betrayal all along
She whispers her yearnings to the Full Moon
and hopes her prayer will come through soon.

Anaemia

Anaemia

Who cares for her once glorious dreams
Utopia is the new reality
Dopamine-starved citizens gaze forlornly
As blood feverishly flows out
From her gaping wounds

Siamese twins of hunger and anger
Starving her of peace and progress 
In a land of high Testosterone
Security gone AWOL
Citizens on their own
Slowly but steadily
Life ebbs out
Deprived of nutrients and water

Homeland turned fiefdom by renegades
Despising folks, they make foes
Pious laughter loosens frown 
of frail freedom
Blood-sapping East wind
Turns grasslands into deserts

Bruised and beaten by the day
Body and soul in dread of dawn
Conquer battlefields of the mind
With riots of laughter 

This Mephistophelian theatre
With broken social ligaments and
Ruptured moral tendons
Will one day get a transfusion of a new life
Or die slowly and solemnly 
of Anaemia

Sleeping Well

Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice
Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre 
Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price
Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approval


Nonetheless, pleasingly, I hail our lucky country 
Offers safety, anonymity, hovel unacknowledged 
No need to solidify alliances, desperately hungry
Primed pilferers for immediate advantage pillage


Supplementing streetscapes bolster unsold soles
Trove tumbledryer drums cook my new costume 
Accesses babyboomer tower, to fire escape stole
Secure deep sleep from moonless cement room





                   Adverse to version of 
               us who refuse to assimilate 


                 A new season  - Winter 
                       Begins today

Renegade Rhapsody

We finally made it to Phoenix Johnny's singing in the shower
We've been waiting for hours 
to take care of business.
Spitting out miles of chewed up road 
Contraband couriers of another load 
now our contact 
doesn't answer the phone
Another night in a cheap Motel
Here I am again lying to myself 
promised to quit this business 
But I had my fingers crossed 
No rain since Culiacan
And my mom 
is probably wonderin'
Where her son's off thunderin' to now
This work costs more than it pays
pissed away every dollar I made
And wore a hole 
in the pocket of my future.
Johnny's dressed just as the telephone rings 
The voice on the line says 
Gila Casino Queens Creek
One more last time we've beat the Devil                                     
It's because we cheat



JSB

Nevermore

Here lay the broken shards
Of a glass called bones,
With it are weeping hearts
As cold as a stone.

You know you left too soon
Pending is our journey,
Awaiting is gloom.

You set fire to our kingdom,
Built a castle with the ashes,
Kept the crown, holding the matches.

The story continues…
How you fought battles,
Ablaze was you heart
Like your burning castles.

Walls are degraded and torn are your portraits
Smirking and ‘O so vain!
There lay your broken bones,
Never-mending for evermore.

Your stone cold heart, beating for nevermore.

Renegade Grandma Tree

Renegade trees are suffocating the yard.
One became seven rather quickly.
When I discovered the mother tree,
I congratulated myself on a successful transplant years ago.
I had babied my little forest tree almost too much.
Never dreaming she was going to become the grandmother of the yard.
Going forth and multiplying.

Your Renegade Heart

Your renegade heart, so darkly pure
Once scarred by light found insecure

Our momentum of romanced waves converged
Drowning all foundations of reserve

But my faint mount failed to keep pace
Across your tangled steeplechase

When every question was a crime
Smug sneers met any need of mine

Callowness furled in fickle curls
How you despised the unrepentant world!

Yet, I thank you for this cruel clarity
For if you are the villain, the hero is me

So I flew on wings shed of regret
With a strength you'd like me to forget

Now, my second-hand heart, though incomplete
Even ragged, tattered and stitched - still beats.

8/05/20

Renegade

Endured a hapless energy renegade
Spiked for purple Kool-Aid
Sandbox toys with tortured minds
Bless-ed wink at my duress

Potato truck deposits you
While life is laughing back
Go ahead and crawl again
Walking fakes a man of you

Flipped like pancakes over done
Just you see there is no “fun”
Crash the fence inside your mind
No Picasso poet son

Renegade Daisies

renegade daisies 
crept through meadow
soon showing their worth

Lambs Ear Feels Like Velvet

Decidedly soft
Lambs ear feels like velvet
Uplifting my soul

The Renegade Who Got Away

I'm American, a Cherokee.
The white settlers slaughtered our families
on the Trail of Tears.
Our women escaped the white settlers
between the sheets.
We stumbled along the dusty roads,
dragging or carrying our dead on our backs.
Some of the white settlers kicked us.
As time passed our blood mingled,
but we were still Cherokee.
My great, great grandfather escaped the Civil War
by jumping on his pony, and clearing a 5 foot rail fence.
When they came to get him,
he said he wasn't mad at anyone,
and he wasn't going to fight their war.
As they fired their guns, and rifles at him,
they saw his cloud of dust emerge,
his pigtails flapping in the breeze.
He galloped away without a saddle or reins.
My people escaped by loving.
My people escaped by understanding.
I am white, but I am still Cherokee.
I won't lose this country again.
I'm not hiding out in the forest.
I'm shooting my bow and arrow in this city,
fighting back with words.
I'm the renegade who got away.

Janet Marie Bingham

The Globetrotting Renegade

He breathed his monotonous homely air
And felt it was not his time to be there,
And departed for world-famed distant shores
Where he believed happiness brimless flows. 

And true the sundry scenes promised change:
On the bitumened streets were gals of every range
And though the languages were new, all looked fair
And his heart throbbed with the puff of foreign air.

He liked the taste of the liquor folks imbibed there
As well as their willing capacity to dream and dare,
And so he began to think: “My heart’s merry at last”,
And cursed his country and washed himself of the past.

He taught himself the rules associated with foreign codes
And marveled at his capability to adopt unfamiliar modes,
He forsook the old and with feigned piety learned politer faiths
Convinced that his father’s religion was a careful set of myths.

But when all was forgotten and the new seemed ever right
The silent old started to haunt his every other sleepless night,
So he couldn’t take it anymore, and returned after years had passed,
And when he puffed again the native air, he sighed: “I’m home at last!”

Renegade Man

your life you don’t care   
you cuss and you swear
you play those games     
think you’re Jesse James
cause friction and heat    
live your life on the street

you’ve been poppin’ pills  
you've got over due bills
you’re drunk all the time  
drinking whiskey & shine
but your time is run out   
and there aint no doubt

(chorus)
you’re a renegade  Yeah
an outlaw renegade man
a renegade    yeah
an outlaw renegade man

you’re like an angry child     
crazy, loud and wild
you play that rock ’n roll  
it was born in your soul 
you’re fast on the draw   
but you can’t beat the law  

(chorus) 
you’re a renegade  yeah
an outlaw renegade man
a renegade    yeah
an outlaw renegade man

renegade  renegade  renegade yeah
outlaw renegade man

renegade renegade



written by 
Warner Baxter and Take Cover
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved

Renegade

I will be gone with the wind
With my hands raised high
And my dainty feet caught in mid air.
I race for the stars.
With music lingering in my eye drums
Love strolling in my heart.
Leaving behind fun memories
Of sweet purple lipstick
And shinning brown eyes.

I will be gone with the wind
Sailing briefly for the sun
On pale blue seas with no boundaries.
Lost in my dreams.
Never finding my way
Back to warm hugs
And familiar faces.

I will be gone with the wind
Before the rain drops
And I'm soaked with love and perfect kisses.
Catching feeling,losing my soul.
Hurting because I was told
I'd never get better,but worse.
A broken heart with many scars.

I will be gone with the wind
Building castles out of dark clouds
Plaguing my tummy with moon-cakes and sugary
water.
I'd be far from home
From family and friends.
Just me and the night skies
And the universe to roam.

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