Rebellious thoughts are like an abandoned house overtaken by robbers.
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Startled Are Those Robbers
Startled are those robbers,
That had came to thieve.
Quite startled are those robbers stunned,
Begging for a forgiveness on bended knees.
And the hiding places,
Where startled robbers had once hid...
Are blocked to stop an entry,
With cracks and crevices from them now sealed.
Startled are those robbers...
Finding no one wants to bother.
No one wants to bother with robbers...
Chased away and startled by the mobs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Treasure Of The Wise Man
O the night was dark and the night was late,
And the robbers came to rob him;
And they picked the locks of his palace-gate,
The robbers that came to rob him--
They picked the locks of his palace-gate,
Seized his jewels and gems of state,
His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,--
The robbers that came to rob him.
But loud laughed he in the morning red!--
For of what had the robbers robbed him?--
Ho! hidden safe, as he slept in bed,
When the robbers came to rob him,--
They robbed him not of a golden shred
Of the childish dreams in his wise old head--
'And they're welcome to all things else,' he said,
When the robbers came to rob him.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Spirits Rebellious
I can't do right when all I wanna do is wrong
My conscience sounds alarm like the waning of a Chinese gong
I know about the punishment, I know about the law
My sins cut deeper than the teeth on a saw
My attitude is bad and my nerves are raw
I'm a shotgun snake, I'm a jackal with claws
I was born with a chip on my shoulder on a stormy night
Alright
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything's okay
No way
Spirits rebellious, we won't do anything you say
It's a hard, hard world with a black corroded heart
There's a livin', breathin' devil trying to tear my soul apart
In a cold, cold grave on a dark, dark night
Eternity is black, I'll never see the light
Never listen to advice, I was never that bright
Couldn't walk away, I was lookin' to fight
I was born with a chip on my shoulder on a stormy night
Alright
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything's okay
No way
My spirits rebellious, we won't do anything you say
No Way
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything alright
Tonight
Spirits rebellious, all we gonna hear is lies,lies, lies
Lies...
My spirits rebellious
I can't do right when all I want to do is wrong
My spirits rebellious
I know about the punishment, I know about the law
My spirits rebellious
My sins cut deeper then the teeth on a saw
My spirits rebellious
I'm the teenage curse of the monkey's paw
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Man And The Robbers
A MAN HAD GONE TO HIS BANK AND WITHDREW A LARGE SUM OF MONEY, AND ON HIS WAY BACK, HE SUDDENLY HAPPENED UPON A CREW OF ROBBERS AND HE TURNED BACK AND RAN AWAY AS FAST AS HIS LEGS COULD RUN!
AS HE RAN AWAY, HE SUDDENLY RAN INTO A CREW OF NIGERIAN POLICEMEN! AND THE MAN WAS FLABBERGASTED, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHICH WAY TO RUN ANYMORE AND HE SUDDENLY TURNED BACK AND BEGAN TO RUN TOWARDS THE ROBBERS AND HE SHOUTED AS HE RAN, WAIT MR ROBBER! WAIT!
THE SURPRISED ROBBERS STOOD WHILE HE CAME TO THEM AND HUMBLY HANDED THE MONEY OVER TO THEM, AND ONE OF THEM ASKED, WHY DID YOU RETURN TO GIVE US THE MONEY WE WANTED TO ROB YOU OF? AND HE REPLIED, OH, AS I RAN AWAY FROM YOU, I RAN INTO A CREW OF NIGERIAN POLICEMEN! AND I DECIDED TO COME BACK AND GIVE YOU ROBBERS THE MONEY INSTEAD!
A CURIOUS ROBBER ASKED, WHY DID YOU PREFER TO GIVE US THE MONEY? AND THE MAN SAID, OH, WELL, YOU ROBBERS WOULD ROB ME AND LEAVE ME ALIVE, BUT THE NIGERIAN POLICEMEN WOULD ROB ME, THEN SHOOT ME DEAD AND TELL THE WORLD THAT I WAS THE ROBBER! STATED THE MAN TO THE ASTONISHED ROBBERS
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Dependent On Their Sentiments
If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think.
I would be dependent,
On their sentiments.
And my own thoughts would be abandoned.
Orphaned after I gave birth to them.
Hoping someone would raise them...
To greater heights than I could.
With wishes they would be treated...
Like I know I could and would.
If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think!
And I am not into abortion at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Robbers of time
What robbers rob can be recovered.
The time robbed cannot be retrieved.
Cell phones, televisions and computers
Are robbers that steal time all the time.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On Being Defrauded...
a poor worker
has overpriced me for his services
demolishing a house
that was burned
the fire that ate a son
and a house-help
the news that froze
almost to death
the whole city
many nights i could not sleep
i dream of robbers and
crocodiles
but then, (on the other hand)
it could simply be
history repeating itself
or just the usual
things that happen because
they are destined to be
got a mirror
see my face and
nod.
i can do the same thing to another next time.
no holds bar.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He Is Abandoned By The World
HE IS ABANDONED BY THE WORLD
He is abandoned by the world
Faces in the street pass by without speaking to him
The trees and the sky do not nod hello
He is cold and the wind does not care for him.
He is abandoned by the world
And all he has done
And all he has made
Mean nothing.
He is abandoned by the world.
And so he knows:
Every human being
who lives on this earth
will die
and not come back again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Power Of Terza Rima
I am one who has known sorrow
It's become more of an identity than a burden
Like being filled with despair with no direction to go
I don't know when
This came to be
I've forgotten
Because now this is me
And I'm overtaken by this dark, this night
Overtaken by a darkness in which I cannot see
But also by a darkness I can feel, creeping up, inspiring fright
But I see it's all connected, weaved together in a way
What use is my intelligence, my reason, my sight?
My world is now the reason I inveigh
My world is a place that is sad and fey
poem by David Knox
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Empty Motion
Choked by the silk of time
my words died, voice
petrified by the emerging emptiness
escaped into arms of silence.
Stalked by my own opinions
emotions escalated into rebellious bunch
of nonsense, odd enough to be abandoned
by reason, innocent enough to be destroyed
by beloved.
There is this empty motion
in the chests of each living man
that pushes us onto being, all against
us.
I built this house just for you!
I built this house just for you
We built it together, but now its coming unglued.
I am your frame because I built you up
But you’re hammering me down, I have to watch out and duck.
Do you want this house and my frame work?
You are showing it and acting like a jerk.
Why listen to your friends because they are just jealous,
I am trying to have a house and your being rebellious.
You must want a new house or a big mansion,
But I am all you’ll need! Are you focused or maybe trancin?
I am all you need or maybe more,
Before me you were considered a whore.
I have your back, but my doesn’t seem good enough,
What more could you want, what other stuff?
I admire your goals and that’s a fact,
But the way you have been acting is totally whack!
I still love you and you know that’s true,
Because when I close my eyes all I see is you!
Please don’t hammer down our house,
On your own, your house would only be suited for a mouse.
So forgive me if this is a little harsh or if it hurts your feelings,
But the truth is the truth and its out and revealing.
So let’s work on our house and build it back up,
Since the truth is out, we will have good luck.
Together our house will be stronger, beautiful, and even a mess.
But if we are honest with one another, the relationship won’t be a guess.
Now it’s all up to you to lay the hammer down and be my shoulder,
But if you don’t stop messing with me, it certainly will be over.
poem by Melanie Weeks
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When the sun suddenly stopped
When the sun suddenly stopped
I entered the house,
robbers had just entered and when I tried to flee
they brought me back; time came to a sudden halt.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A White House
There is an old abandoned house.
I planted a white rose in it's precious soil.
Clouds begin to rain calmly on the peaceful rose.
Its sparkling roots and stems slowly cover the house.
I returned the next day only to see the white rose turn the house into a big, beautifully white rose.
poem by Roshaun Beasley
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Should doubt knock at your doorway, just say to those skeptical, disturbing, rebellious thoughts, I propose to stay with my faith, with the faith of my people.
quote by Thomas S. Monson
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In this house of pain
In this house of pain
We’re nothing but slaves
Giving into such desires
Will it bring us any pleasure?
Weeping for a lover lost
She’ll cast her own spell
Deprived by all
Depleting the life of everyone that has betrayed her
Hidden in the shadows is where she will feel alive
In this house
Is nothing but sinners?
In this house
Is nothing but broken promises?
In this house
Is where you left me for dead?
Walking through the fogged trees
Blind to all
The songs of old
Are here for the comfort of all.
Beneath the garden of secrets
Hides a lonely heart
Calling to her lover
From which she had to part.
I am alone again.
Alone with my thoughts
That I am left to ponder upon
I am alone again.
This sadness is overwhelming
And all I can do is give in
Does my heart still beat the same?
Or does it die along with you
These thoughts seem to keep me sane
Yet I’m still waiting for more
These memories seem to play a game
And in the end
I’m here to give in
In this house
Is nothing but heartache?
In this house
Is nothing but tears?
In this house
Is where you left me broken?
The feelings seem to fade
The laughter was lost long ago
But I would give everything up
Just to have it all back
In this house
Was when I first fell in love with you?
In this house is were I gave my heart to you
In this house was where i was lost to you.
This will be our doing
This will be our destruction
Swept up in such blissful dreams
Scarcely unaware
This is the house
Were we will rot forever?
poem by Teigan Klippel
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If I Could But Forget
If I could but forget
The fullness of those first sweet days,
When you burst sun-like thro' the haze
Of unacquaintance, on my sight,
And made the wet, gray day seem bright
While clouds themselves grew fair to see.
And since, no day is gray or wet
But all the scene comes back to me,
If I could but forget.
If I could but forget
How your dusk eyes look into mine,
And how I thrilled as with strong wine
Beneath your touch; while sped amain
The quickened stream thro' ev'ry vein;
How near my breath fell to a gasp,
When for a space our fingers met
In one electric vibrant clasp,
If I could but forget.
If I could but forget
The months of passion and of pain,
And all that followed in their train--
Rebellious thoughts that would arise,
Rebellious tears that dimmed mine eyes,
The prayers that I might set love's fire
Aflame within your bosom yet--
The death at last of that desire--
If I could but forget.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Abandoned
I came upon an abandoned house
and found the scene so sad.
For what had been was now no more.
It made me feel so bad.
Deserted for years by all it held
and left on its own to stand,
it lost its beauty and usefulness
on its desolate land.
How many lives had it sheltered
and comforted in its day?
Oh if the house could utter,
oh if it could only say.
It would speak of happy sounds it heard
and grumblings that were spoken.
It would speak of paint and linens
and spirits that were broken.
Hard times had come upon the house
and the people there.
One by one they all had gone,
gone away somewhere.
And left was the house to fend for itself
as it looked upon the yard.
And as I walked away from it
I found it rather hard
to forget it.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Identity preserved
Identity preserved
In silence through the
Knowing the identity
Of God’s essential
And limited by
Being human of endurances
My thoughts are rebellious
Against my responsible repository
Of traditional journeys taken
By my pen.
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poem by David E. Patton
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What you've done to me.
Time goes by too fast...
Remember when we used to play cops and robbers,
Acting like we were shooting Aliens,
Biking to the store,
Yeah those where the days.
But that was then..
Now everything has completely changed,
Becoming more distances,
Hanging out with your friends,
Doing stupid shit,
For a moment I stop and think.
I miss the old days when we were kids.
So innocent, no worries, or problems.
Now we barely even say two words to each other,
let alone hang out. The truth is I miss you..
I miss my big brother...my best friend. I miss the old you, and the car rides...
That lasted for hours. Driving around we had no destination. Only to get away from the house, just to be alone. Talking about everything from life, to personal experiences. All of our secrets came out to each other in those car rides. We were so open and free. I miss everything we used to be.
Now you're gone with HER...Forever, probably.
Just know I'll always be here for you when you come crawling back after she leaves you. You WERE my best friend and will always be my brother...
BUT, I do not forgive you nor will I ever forgive you for everything you have put me through.
Having me cry myself to sleep every night. Yeah, I bet you didn't know that.
You abandoned me, left me here to rot when you were out partying, and having fun. I thought you were different..But I guess not. When you choose weed over your own sister..is where I draw the line..that's when I gave up on you.
poem by Brandi Dybala
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It was my duty, to help somebody
Looted by robbers
Badly injured
He was crying in pain
His money gone
He was driving on a remote road
He had trusted two lift seekers
Responded to their request
Of dropping them
To the next station
Never in his life
He shall help and trust anybody
How much in distress one may be
It’s my vow he said to himself
A hand on his shoulder
Brought him out of his thoughts
There was a person
Standing near by
He took him to the hospital
Got him treated, gave food to eat
Took his full care
Kept him in his house
Till he became alright
Gave money to him
Dropped him at the station
While departing
Tears flowing from his eyes
Thank you he said
To the god like person
It was my duty, to help somebody
In distress, came the reply
He now vowed, he shall also help
People in distress
Without bothering
In return
What he shall get?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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