Short Rebellion Poems
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Intelligent,sensitive rebels rebel not necessarily because they enjoy it, they may not. They just may have no other option.
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sublime hood-winker
such a master of the con
the press tags along
faked rebellion builds up strength
to allay a real one
Climbing the gate fast
The big sign posted says 'Closed';
Beautiful water
summoning my rebellion,
with one leap I'm in the pool
There's a diff between rebellion
and making a point...
Piece of it's maturity
which don't come easy
Takes experience which takes
time.
In this age of abandoned libraries
and split-second answers
my biggest rebellion
is thought-
art created by a soul
for a soul
everyday i sweep the leaves off
the porch with
full knowledge that
come tomorrow
their brothers and sisters
will rise up in
rebellion
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
The window panes full, one Jack Frost
gets his cold weather image criss-crossed.
Inciting rebellion at the Pole
he fails to take the leading role.
Fame is
Contingent
On
One of two
Possibilities
Complete
Rebellion
Or
Absolute
Capitulation
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
hemmed in by space
held captive in time
our silent rebellion
choosing cessation
in a void centric stance
liberates us here and now
24-March-2023
nonsense
a reaction surreal
derivative
of reason
imbalance
chaos
before a new order
a rebellion
before compliance
a tower of babel
resolved into
one language
I am sick and tired of these shoes
He kicks something, I always get a bruise
The buggers are tight
And they keep me outta sight
I'll trip him up the next time his out on the booze
Sickening conformity worms its way
into my unsuspecting mind,
confining me, and
I obey,
But
emancipating rebellion
quickly fires back,
Illuminating an escape, and
I break free
Debilitating Despair-
Tortured Tirelessly-
Rotten Rebellion-
Perilous Pain-
Skipping Survival-
Needless Nothings-
Eyes fixed in a Black Haze-
Used Goods-
Hidden Hope-
Walking Dead
Maybe the last form of rebellion is pretty
Being pretty
Only pretty
Pretty useless
looking pretty on a leather couch at a house party
waiting for the world to sit down on the other end
volcanic asphalt
the absolute monarchy -
nature's rebellion
Life is a creative
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)
J is for the Jews and gents
E is for the Egyptian rebellion
S is for the sinners as saints
U is for Utopian a word that will never exist on this earth
S is for the sacrifices our conscience makes
Rebellion is a storm It rumbles
Tossing, scouring and rolling stubbornly
It tears here and smashes there
It roars and maul ferociously like a hungry lion
On it is trail ruins and destruction tell its tale
every day i live
in this capitalist society
is an act of rebellion
to live
to eat
to breathe
being alive where
system doesnt want you
defying orders and threats of tyrants
i say $^^^ you
and live.
flowing in sync with time
without interfering
neither accelerating
nor slowing it down
equal at all times
without displaying rebellion
vaporised self celebrates
neither praying for dawn
nor fearing dusk
A uranium mine was big brother's plan
The locals resist as best they can,
From Orkney to Oban-
Vicitory inspired a piano piece,
Rebellion obtained freedm's release
Peter Maxwell Davies-Farewell to Stromness
Outnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true.
Drenched in colorless memories
Melancholy dripping from his eyes
That gushes like rain upon dead grey buildings,
The whip of thunder as a baby’s cries
Falling upon the deaf ears
Of all those venerable and wise.
I cursed the mellowness in me
To be louder than the sea
Flowing until the waves are rough
Limp-legged are the mermaids love
I filter quietness in trade for rebellion in me
Living life outloud caught in the deep