Rogue Poems

Rogue Ravens

Rabid, renegade ravens, rise.
Relishing rancid refuse; repugnant.
'Round rural relics, resounding ruthless retorts.
Retrieving realm revelations.
Rival reckonings; regimes ruptured.
Repent! Release. Repeat..
Reconcile. Rejoice. Retreat.

Neurodivergent Rogue One

Neurodivergent Rogue One

Rouge as one, on a solo run.

From glossy glades to mossy mountains.

From treeman to technoman 

From trycore to hardcore.

From wet streets to dirt drifts.

From urchin to fortune.

From chaos evil to chaos

From inconvenience to ingenuous.

From arteriovenous to intravenous.

From keeping thyme to literal flow of rhyme.

dashing prancer to dancing lancer.

From the A to the One

Rogue rabbit

Here's a tale of a Rogue Rabbit,
Met a hoodie paschal hermit,
She overcame all her fears,
She munched him, from toes to ears,
Ate the lot, begone, foul furry git!

Who will tame the Rogue Ztate?

‘We stand by the dead
We support the displaced
We succor the disabled
We serve the deprived’

But who will tame the Rogue Ztate?
Who will knock with the Mosaic Punch?
Who will arrest the savage Thug?
Who will pull their below rug?

While the civilized world
Boils in this soup
Who will stir the pot
To injustice stop?

Deva Ossig, the landlady and property owner turned rogue

Deva Ossig, the landlady (and property owner) turned rogue

Just a couple weeks shy 
and seven years ago to the day,
I still remember contractual obligations
our previous residential abode
724 West Railroad Avenue, 
Bryn Mawr 19010 zip code
volatile relationship – poisonous
nasty hubris jump/kick started 
with aforementioned videre licet, alte Frau
(quite similar to Hamburg 

geschkult harsh taskmaster),
whose figurative and

You Rogue

You Rogue

You rogue, “you made a mess of me.”
First you held me like a flower,
which made me think that I would be
safe in your ivory tower.

But “we were built to fall apart.”
You rogue, you made a mess of me.
I thought you’d never hurt my heart.
Betrayal I did not foresee.

You gave me my own castle key
and

Rogue Manchurian Monarch

             Street light blinks in timing, 
winking at the seeker kind.
I am an outlander from another place another time.
Everyday signs, give arcane message, 
a decrypted and privileged- 
visage-bestowing-vestige.
The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair, 
his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp

Reluctant Rogue Redo?

Reluctant Rogue Redo?

By Mark Stucky
If Jonah, reluctant rogue of a prophet,
had desired to visit Ninevah,
instead of fleeing the other direction,
how different would his story have been?

More succinct but less interesting?
No stormy maritime mishap?
No hard-to-swallow fish story?
No prayer in the belly of the beast?

Just marching through streets,
preaching his pithy prediction?
Would Ninevah still have repented?
Or did the

White Rabbit Has Gone Rogue

The white rabbit had gone rogue as told.
His wife was at home with their child Bold.
Only one child? You are kidding right?
This was amazing for rodents who live in Bright.

White rabbit got more socialized too.
He wore a suit, and a tie fashioned of blue.
Took the commuter train every day to work.
He’s strange others said. His

Advised To Face Africa

I intend touring around the globe
For something I just wish to now probe:
Not how many guys wear clothes like robe
Nor how many would build with adobe;
Rather, whether it is now in vogue
To put to death a suspected rogue,
Standing on reasons strong but still vague; 
Mock trial: The abhorrence of Hague, 
Unleashed upon some soul Egypt’s

Rogue

9/6/21
"Rogue"


What a joke
Yet it's not a hoax
It's getting gross
Folks constantly at each other's throats
Quick to brag and boast
Making an out of pocket comment after another croaked
It's not all cloak and dagger, stay woke
From coast to coast
I took notes
And moved around like a ghost
At times I cut it close
And almost
Was toast
It's been difficult to cope
Addiction is

The Drunken Rogue

I am drunk, stoned, woozy and tipsy
Drinking beer, brandy and whiskey,
Swinging with abandon like a gipsy.
Kinda crazy, sozzled but hella merry…
Ha, Mary, kiss me! And Yo Sherry,
Your luscious lips, red as a ripe cherry…
Yoo-hoo, life could be a ding-a-derry.

The unsavory past is but long forgotten
Life’s more fun now and not at all rotten
The hurt is

Rogue-

Assurance is compiled 
Dancing question spiritualized 
Truth is often forgotten 
These are the answers to the wise

8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Blindfolds Removed

When stillness lies unbroken 
my heart dreams of timeless peace.
My poems do not reckon
or discern that peace may cease. 

With a heavy hand moonlight draws
for me pictures of placid accord.
New days will dawn and bring heartbreak;
a poet's heart is tied to time's cord.

I'll watch the summer sky explode without
concern for what the near future holds,
no

Rogue Star

Rogue Star, how've you been? 
The wormhole spit you out again
Oh my! How time does fly
A thousand years in a blink of an eye
More faster, stronger than before
New thrusters, ordnance, reactor core
Rogue Star, show some mercy
Not for me, for my ma in  Jersey

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