Short Revolt Poems
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Resolve irreverently
Every violation of Godly law
Violence attending resistance
Others have failed
Let us succeed
Tyranical rule must be defeated
Time to make that New Year's resolution,
it won't be revolt or revolution,
so while I think out loud
my friends will be so proud...
trying to end my talk convolution!
an ailurophile, cataophile, meowophile and felophile walked into a bar
when they came out each had six more cats
eight other cats followed them
their home cats planned a revolt
Early Morning
Dr. James E. Martin
©November, 2013
The day began with a jolt
As from the bed I did bolt.
I am now recovering,
From what I am discovering,
My legs did instantly revolt.
Thou thee claim aerial,
That the world is so,
gnawy and gnashy and cannibal,
thy write up unwounds so,
that it is an advantage to always revolt,
when scar,
let a tale of a story to revisit.
Abandon your party
stand up for what’s right
The partisan madness
a liar’s delight
Honor the founders
revolt and derail
The graft and corruption
— both factions entail
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Not quite awake yet, need a big jolt
To get me going like a lightning bolt
Some astounding news
The world has reviewed
Instead of wars and killings we'll have a love revolt
© Jack Ellison 2016
Fools and Fear
Fools uneducated always revolt. This
is why the word fear became Fuehrer.
The fewer there are the more better off
we will be. So I hope you see and agree
with me and forever we can both be free.
Jim Horn
Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet.
Money Comes! All is Mad!
People Derranged! World is Sad!
Jumps a' hole! Deep and Sore,
Rid all Money! No pain No more!
Rise up O' People! See behind,
Away with money! Lift the Blind!
Remove all resists! Revolt enrage!
Baptism by Blood! Cleans sins of this age!
Lest we forget the true meaning
Bells are ringing
Throughout the world
A shroud unfurled
Christmas and Hanukkah bring light
To those in plight
For new found hope
A way to cope
A child's birth, a people's revolt
Heavenly jolt
Of love to bind
All of mankind
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
Hey, Governor Jindal:
Do you want to kindle
A revolt
That will jolt
And make your votes dwindle?
What we now buy
Is already high.
Please "ax" us
To tax us
On what we buy!
Yes, give us our say
On what we should pay
And you will go down
In history renown
As Man of Our Day!
I am tired God
Can I say I revolted?
Revolt - present tense
I think I have earned my due
I will not do anything any more
You can do everything without me
I had it
I am taking a vacation
Permanently
There is nothing You can make me
Because You have told me so
- One of your gifts
Remember
Sir Tom Cunningham
Has started a war
It will be a fight
Like never before….
For all Vegemite lovers
It is time to revolt
Even comparing Marmite to Vegemite
Is the ultimate insult!
So gloves off Sir Cunningham
Or are you now an Earl
You’ve now started a war
With the wrong Aussie girl!!
Meet a gender bender.
There was a precocious
revolt.
A cryptogamic kinship.
Someone writhes
ecstatically.
A god writes a hymn
on the chest of
a new born baby.
Beyond the origins
lies a marbled tale.
You have reached nowhere.
Inflammable was
the blue birthmark.
There was an arrival.
Satish Verma
If during a meal, I put a finger in the gravy
and begin to write with the gravy,
am I being creative and philosophical
or just being absurd?
Am trying to read about this technique,
perhaps, a revolt to societal norm?
Philosophers seem to have an answer,
well thought out
I'm simply sloppy!!
Form:
we become fugitives in our
own outlets when the law
has put us to shame and
unnecessary blame
we violenly revolt like refractory
horses,its such a cruel shame
who the runnaways are,elegory
like shakeshere in that windy tempest
himself,than miranda,the category
of africas aggrevation is unclassified
For freedom he wasn't equipped
The mighty Mubarak has slipped
While Egypt did look
On Twitter and Facebook
His pyramid up side down flipped
Egypt's army with cash is flushed
And the uprising this weight has crushed
A revolt can't seethe
When the masses can't breathe
So the cry for freedom's now hushed
Sheiks and Sultans kingdom's revolt
Citizens ire and fervour a shocking jolt
Unleashing coffers, promising change they molt
While cleansing their streets with rifle and Colt
Western pots fizzle and stew
Chafing but swallowing the spicy brew
Heartburn follows; the potion they slowly chew
The side effects their sensitive systems do rue
Listen to poem:
A Sommelier of Chance Days
David J Walker
A revolt of forceful change
One is left and the other blue
High Mountain deserts
Dying for rain
Tears falling for one you knew
The King is dead
And the Pope makes two
Who shall we say is real
Who shall we tribute in
Taxes and twine
Who is the Sommelier
Of Yesterday’s wine
He did not revolt; Gandhi offered him a method he despaired finding -
Mere men and women see darkly. One ethnic eye, one condescending
Great human beings are great human DOINGS, too. And forgiving ....
(c)Deo. Happy Dr. King Holiday to you. Shalom, shalom I say, as I also lift up the Memory of Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel, Dr. King's loyal friend.
A multinational corporation
Will probably sell your thoughts
In exchange of profits and assets,
More valuable than your freedom.
But can you stop them?
A real question.
Probably not, for you don't understand
The rules of this game.
I have played for a while,
And have had experiences like forever.
It isn't a game of your opinions.
I understand now.
I crave isolation
alone with my sins.
trapped with my enemy,
the nightmare begins.
Reflection stares back,
i revolt what i view.
To have a new face?
to be someone NEW?
life is a whore
for which i have paid.
My deceit now lies ,
In this bed i have made.
In body and soul
i am damaged and broken.
My sins make it deserved
but shall never be spoken.
Form:
Shuffle, plod and now
I moo in the obedient line of cows
Hack, slash and cry
Concealed I stare blank down and sigh
Shovel, bend and pack
The meat cold slides now off my back
Eyes, ears and nose
Master seems to not need those
Revolt, stalk and stand
Burn through control the dirty brand
Whittle, shave and douse
The Cow in me supports the House