Long Poems About Rebellion
#rebellion
Long poems about rebellion. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
~defenseless
in the heart of auburn equatorial sun
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
drumming wild with wet thunderbeats
of shrinking craniums & surfacing
uraniums- with winking tricky glints
of golden diamonds, busy feeding
the bloodied cartels
where also the social bonobos
still thrive in the feminine reigns
enriched by the gushing wide
riverine Congo & the falling high
Zongo in sand~ slurried screens
i stand (fading pale and blinded
as a frailly miniature grouped out ant ...
#Africa
#dark
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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Chains of Freedom
Hold up
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
Don’t talk
Or the grim reaper will steal your voice.
Words turn weapons stripped of choice
Next you're in cuffs
Bound and subdued
Dragged to halls where fairness is skewed.
“Arise my Lord” the bailiff calls
But justice has crumbled within those walls.
Judged for truths you dared to say
Now silenced tossed like waste-away.
In the jungle of law where power preys
Your rights dissolve in a smoky haze.
In the heart of the city beneath neon lights
Lies Mide a dreamer who fought for rights.
He raised his...
#CallToAction
#corruption
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
The Crushed-Velvet Faux-Leather Bourgeois Baby
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
And we found each other on the streets of Prague in the midst of a spring that rivaled that of ancient Ireland. Yet it was not a season such as Beltane but rather freedom from the polished boots of the Red Star. But when the Soviet tanks rolled in liberty was the rose that found refuge in our boudoir where hearts still blossomed while youth festooned rifle barrels with the flower of peace.
Her eyes were small as raindrops in the mists of dawn as she faced the tanks with the bourgeois decadence of wearing her faux...
#HumanRights
#love
#rebellion
#romantic
#seductive
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Who(are you)
From my generation
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
#mirror
#music
#rebellion
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First, They Came for the Jews
I find it frustrating that I have to hide my identity.
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep...
When my gut says my tribe is plenty.
To raise my hand affects my posterity,
If I speak the truth in an academic community.
The bigots and fascist will condemn me,
Simply because I believe in national security.
In a land where you can say, "Go kill yourself" freely.
So long as you are in the liberal social monopoly.
I'm sorry but Biden's economy has me unable to eat,
And mortgage payments keep...
#freedom
#politics
#rebellion
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New York and it's Asinine Laws
New York has some really stupid laws
Recently I've been reading some of them
Here's a handful that are truly ridiculous
1) It's Illegal to Sell Dog or Cat hair
Well I hate both cats & dogs, so for me I think all animals should be banned
2) It's illegal to have a puppet show in your window
I've done that numerous times with placing a sock puppet on my cock
Several times my ex-girlfriend would get involved and decorate her torso and pussy with paints and makeups
Loads of fun
Many observers watched and I even...
Recently I've been reading some of them
Here's a handful that are truly ridiculous
1) It's Illegal to Sell Dog or Cat hair
Well I hate both cats & dogs, so for me I think all animals should be banned
2) It's illegal to have a puppet show in your window
I've done that numerous times with placing a sock puppet on my cock
Several times my ex-girlfriend would get involved and decorate her torso and pussy with paints and makeups
Loads of fun
Many observers watched and I even...
#freedom
#ignorance
#LifeStruggles
#politics
#rebellion
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Mirages In The Wind (Heavenly Wind Songs-COTS)
Hopes and dreams cannot be contained by the weeping unto thy moon
Lust unto the realms of the dark only abuses self when deafness follows, empty cries heard in the swoon
Watch the shadows of the crown to know within womanhood, love must be given unto self first
The freedom is in the movement not to allow anyone to box the human spirit and devalue its worth
Be the nurturer unto the soul of Mother Nature, her tears are the only ones unto mankind to heal the earth
It is disheartened for anyone to view this realm we call life with childlike eyes ...
Lust unto the realms of the dark only abuses self when deafness follows, empty cries heard in the swoon
Watch the shadows of the crown to know within womanhood, love must be given unto self first
The freedom is in the movement not to allow anyone to box the human spirit and devalue its worth
Be the nurturer unto the soul of Mother Nature, her tears are the only ones unto mankind to heal the earth
It is disheartened for anyone to view this realm we call life with childlike eyes ...
#evolution
#rebellion
#spiritual
#sun
#water
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unshockable
Unshakable resilience in the crucible of life has rendered my spirit
‘brave, strong and utterly unshockable.’ Bring it on!”—CAB
i've witnessed fire come down from heav'n,
smelting sand, steel, and stones;
survived the rape of nine-elev’n;
broken a thousand bones.
i've seen seas sweep swift swirling storms
that smother saint and sage,
and refugees torn from their dorms
like cattle in a cage.
i have beheld the prisoner rot
in gaol without a...
‘brave, strong and utterly unshockable.’ Bring it on!”—CAB
i've witnessed fire come down from heav'n,
smelting sand, steel, and stones;
survived the rape of nine-elev’n;
broken a thousand bones.
i've seen seas sweep swift swirling storms
that smother saint and sage,
and refugees torn from their dorms
like cattle in a cage.
i have beheld the prisoner rot
in gaol without a...
#conflict
#war
#fate
#tragedy
#rebellion
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In the Netherworld of Bliss
#lust
#apocalypse
#freedom
#escape
#rebellion
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5 Comments
Of Ancient Lore Forgotten
- Of Ancient Lore Forgotten -
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten...
In far ancient days of lore forgotten, alluded to in texts of old,
Glimpsed, in visions fantastic, by those who serve inspiration...
Never realizing the deeper truths their words oft leave untold.
In those days, I walked the world amid now long lost nations,
With kindred once immortal, made to live and die as men must.
They bound themselves unto me, seeking a truth I could teach,
That might deliver them from the fate of going to a grave's dust.
And I showed them the ways we are eternally within our reach!
Ten...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#pagan
#philosophical
#rebellion
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The crown and her puppets
Two sides pulling each other,
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
I am right, you’re wrong, it’s either us or them,
The third enjoying the thrill of observation,
The diplomats pretending to be neutral.
Truth seems to be blurred,
But every one is right by their own accord,
Tit for tat but the opressor and the oppressed are embodied in one character,
Rationality and logic are intertwined in a web of emotions,
The others think they’re intelligent, the others think we are stupid.
The oppressed and the oppressor has chosen to stay quiet,
We’re feeding them...
#oppression
#power
#politics
#war
#rebellion
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Still On My Shit {Stiletto Diaries}
Even through the rain..
The strain of filtering this from that
Through all psychological
And physical pain inflicted upon me over the years
My attitude still reigns supreme
Cream of the crop..
I learned early on how easy it is
To top from the bottom
How to stop a man in his tracks
Make him relax...slip inside his blind spot
Rub his cock through...
The strain of filtering this from that
Through all psychological
And physical pain inflicted upon me over the years
My attitude still reigns supreme
Cream of the crop..
I learned early on how easy it is
To top from the bottom
How to stop a man in his tracks
Make him relax...slip inside his blind spot
Rub his cock through...
#lust
#dirty
#sexy
#rebellion
#BDSM
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Rebellion