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PrttyBrd Feb 2015
In the silence of a day like today
In the wake of yesterday's dreams
Forgetfulness feels like noncompliance
In a world where defiance still seems
Like a benign inaction of innocence
Though it feels like a stabbing of spite
Willing to kneel to your Goddess
Yet unable to yeild to Her might
There is no weakness to worship at Her altar
It takes strength to relinquish control
Relax and trust in the knowledge
Acquiesce and watch it unfold
There is freedom in the smile of an angel
There is love to be had all around
There is power in making Her smile
Don't be the sadness beind every frown
Inaction, as innocent as it seems
Breeds disappointment that infects every smile
And all those little requests
Will stop being wanted after awhile
See, for all the deeds left unfinished
And all those tiny tasks left undone
Will chisel away Her hearts desire
Leaving Her another invisible no one
An empty shell of a Goddess
Whose glory, in your heart will remain
While She curses her very existence
Languishing in true-love's refrain
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Matthias Jun 2011
Oh electric city, you burn brighter then nature’s sky.
How you never sleep, but always burn.
On these nights I can see how your over activeness,
Leads to the death of us all.
You cause even me to feel invincible.
I am too young to be taught that.
You preach instant pleasure,
And as I smoke my pipe I feel the rush of dopamine.
Thus tying all of my underlying feelings;
How I am alone in this grand world.
Left to my views only seen by my eyes;
Understood only by my mind.
I am drawn to the stillness of your movement.
Changing but never progressing.
Perhaps it’s not invincible I feel, but noncompliance.
Why would I strive to live in this world-
If i know there is so much more.
More to the cycle of work and a daily dose of death.
As I inhale my uneasiness is put to rest.
Helping me to continue on this journey ahead.
Oh electric city when I close my eyes tonight,
I will pray for you to sleep.
refresh mesh Oct 2017
your heart does not need to be torn; it just grows how it knows.
it's contracting
it's branching
it's intercalating

because it likes to hustle!
it's a very special muscle,
it's a mitochondrial tissue
with a workaholic issue.

Hey, don't let anyone hurt you
the way your first loves did.

strength does not come from malleability
it's noncompliance
it's resistance
it's defiance

you deserve better
You will obey,
but never learn.
You could do better

Hey, don't give anyone power
the way your governments did.

worth does not evolve from filth
it's reconstructed
it's degraded
it's consumed

like the vapor pressure pulling water into clouds,
your heart can absorb all it wants.
like the turgor pressure pulling life through a plant,
you'll be full enough to avoid wilting and desiccation.

Don't confuse sharp stabs of self loathing
With the heart's aching throb of emptiness.
Only one is flexion for glory, bending in hunger
The other is not love. It will snap you in half.
Big Virge Jan 2021
My DEFIANCE of Compliance...
Is A... Poetic Science... !!!

So REJECTS TYRANTS...
Who Seem To Be Reliant...
On Embracing VIOLENCE... !!!

Instead of Environments...
Where PEACE And SILENCE...
Deal In... KINDNESS... !!!

My Defiance Rides...
With The Type of Vibes...
Where Poetic Lines...
Work With Bass Lines...
Where Compliance DIES... !!!

My Defiance Is NICE... !!!
When It Comes To Writing Rhymes
Where The TRUTH Is Outlined... !!!
And Words For The WISE... !!!
Are Those I've Designed... !!!

That DEFY What’s TRITE...
But Instead Shed LIGHT...
On Humanity’s FIGHT...
Against Compliant Guys...
Who Wear Suits And Ties... !!!

That’s Right The Type...
Who DEFY What’s RIGHT... ?!?

Because Their DEFIANCE...
of Encouraging BRIGHTNESS...
Makes DARKNESS SHINE... !!!
Into The EYES And YES The Minds...
of Those Who TRY To Yes DEFY...

Compliant Wives...

When ABUSE Is What Rides...
In Husbands Inviting...
A World of Black Eyes... !!!

I... INVITE Them...
To Be... BETTER Men... !!
And To Show MORE RESPECT...
To Their Women... !!!

You See MY DEFIANCE Is ONLY Violent...
In Rhymes I Write That... EXORCISE...
Like Religious Guys Whose Collars Are White... !!!

But I ALSO DEFY... !!!
Religious PAEDOPHILES... !!!
And Do Wonder WHY......
They ABUSE YOUNG CHILD... !!!

So Sometimes SUICIDE...
Deals In DEFIANCE...
of Being COMPLIANT...
With A PAIN FILLED LIFE... !!!

So These Days I Find...
That Suicide Complies...
With How I Feel INSIDE... !!!

And Now Believe...
That It ISN’T As WEAK...
As Is Suggested In Speech...
By Those Who COMPLY...
With The Life That’s Now Seen...
In Our... Societies...

That’s Right GLOBALLY... !!!

Where It Seems That A VIRUS...
And The FEAR of DISEASE... !!!
Is Breeding COMPLIANCE...
That Now SADLY WREAKS...
of A LUST For MONEY... !!!
And Compliance That Breeds...
A... NEW SLAVERY... !!!

That Now DESTROYS Dreams...
of Humanity TRULY... Being Free... !!!

of... Political FIENDS...
Who Feed FALLACIES...
Through Presidencies... !!!

And YES Some Poetry...
That Now Leaves Me Feeling...
As If Some Are REELING...

From Reliance DEFIANT...
of... NONCOMPLIANCE... !?!

With The Type Of Teams...
Who Feed FALSE Beliefs... !!!

It's A SAD INDICTMENT...
of How MANY Now Be... !!!

While I'm A Verse LION...
Whose Words Breed Verse RIOTS...
Just Like That Group CYPRESS...

... Know What I Mean... !!!

Through Concertos Seen That Musically...
Are Those That TRIUMPH...
Because of The NICENESS...
of Their Melodies...
And Hip Hop Type Beats... !!!

That Allow TOP Emcees...
To Be VOCALLY FREE... !!!
And To Deal In FREE SPEECH... !!!

Like This Poetic Piece...
of... DEFIANT Verse...
From ME YES... BIG VIRGE... !!!

... A DEFIANT Breed...

Who REFUSES To Feed...
Like These VAMPIRIC Breeds... !!!
That Count Drac’ DOESN’T See... !!!

My DEFIANCE LEADS... !!!
So Does NOT Concede...
To Following Sheep... !!

Or Those Who Are Meek...
When It Comes To Police...
Or New CANCEL Armies...
On... Internet Feeds...
And YES In The Streets... !!!

My Defiance Believes...
That What We REALLY NEED...
Is To Now Work TOGETHER...
To...... REMOVE MP’s...... !!!

Congressman And The Chiefs...
Who Define PRETENDERS...
Who Form POLICIES...
That... Do NOT BETTER... !!!

But ENABLE Them...
To Utilise Systems And Judiciaries...
Pretty Much HOW THEY PLEASE... !?!

So... Now You All See...
My Defiance Runs DEEP...

So... Touches Psyches...
of Those Who Are RIGHTEOUS...

So... DO NOT FEAR REALITY...

OKAY So THAT Line...
Means That It’s About Time...
To END This Piece of Poetry...

Cos' It’s Time For RETIREMENT...
of The Type of Environments...
That DEMAND COMPLIANCE... !!!

So My Final Words of Poetic Verse...
That I HOPE You’ll OBSERVE...

Those of You Who Have Read...
This DEFIANT Poem... !!!
That Makes THIS REQUEST...

Folks PLEASE USE Your HEADS...
And... DEFY Systems...
That Are Those Being Lead..
By CORRUPT Governments...
That Cause Us PROBLEMS... !!!

That Give Them And Their ******...
... A WHOLE LOT MORE...
Than The Masses And HOARDS...
Who CLEARLY Get LESS...
Than Their DEVIOUS Friends... !!!
Who Want Your COMPLIANCE...

And Form An ALLIANCE...

That's STRONG And SHOWS …
These Leaders And TYRANTS...

UNITY And......

... “ DEFIANCE “...
If Trump and their ilk can do it, the masses can too !
Ira Desmond Sep 2020
We know that to look now would set us ablaze,
the projectionist has loaded up the next reel,
but still we can’t seem to avert our gaze.

The clumsiest cinema still often sways.
The sound may be garbled, the edits piecemeal,
but we know that to look would still set us ablaze.

We question ourselves as the velvet drapes raise—
the playhouse itself thus begets our ordeal—
but still we can’t seem to avert our gaze.

The schoolmarms all warned us against such forays,
having seen how the real sinks into the surreal.
Yes, we know that to look now will set us ablaze.

Now the actors all shout patriotic clichés,
and we balk at the film’s jingo-populist zeal,
Even still, we can’t seem to avert our gaze.

Transfixed by tricolor and beset with malaise,
but what truths did Lot’s wife’s noncompliance reveal?
For we know that to look now will set us ablaze,
but still we can’t seem to avert our gaze.
Assley Dec 2018
i drown myself in shallow streams my known noncompliance in the only reason i scream

i hang myself from 4ft high i only flail because i know i won't die

i cut only a half inch deep i only cry because i know my life i'll keep

i throw myself off a 10ft post and i do it again and again because i know that broken bones will be the most

In the face of death my body pleads but my mind it screams because it knows death is the one thing i need
Cedric McClester May 2020
By: Cedric McClester

You can tell
By his noncompliance
That he has
Absolutely no reliance
Upon the prevailing
Science
By his demonstrated
Defiance

Even when
Politely asked
He goes into factories
Completely unmasked
As if that is
Too hard a task
He’d much prefer
To show his ***

He tells one and all
That he’s been tested
And while it’s nice
That he confessed it
It’s not the point
He won’t admit
That what he passes
They could get

Hasn’t he heard
Of a false negative
That many anti-body tests
Tend to give
Is that something
He can live with
Like the symbol of death
Complete with his scythe






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.
Francisco DH Aug 2014
I heard the devil today.
he nagged of my noncompliance
But I can't help it that I follow no one
For I no longer find favor
In your exclusionary arms
No longer embrace the warmth nor kindness
You come lacking all your charms

The eyes have all turned inward
They gaze upon your wall
You have pulled the curtains
Now I feel like Adam after he had made the fall


I am the seed that was turned to grist
By the grinding of your wheel
For I see , I feel , and taste
Your ever consummating will

I was raised a tumble ****
in death was I set free
To roam the plains of noncompliance
by the fickle winds that be

Every day a broken branch
Rounded out in form
Everyday another chance
Was I only to be scorned ?

So I choke on the dust of life
No waters near nor far
Forever will I remember
the child . . .

Sleeping . . .  

in the rear window of the car
Been making, (sans
     daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
     hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
     shouting, and scathing rabidly
     foaming explosive clap
     trap in ascendance,

asserting how incredibly
     tremendous collusion between
     CIA, FBI and media
(must warrants revocation,
hence heroic intervention,
     and emergency dis
     Pence sing balance
     of security fabled

     clearances Aesop - Asap)
     hounds engaged "brilliance"
in (community) chance
of making an very
     usual fool of himself,
     viz the "FAKE"
     trumpeting dapper Don
     expostulating the latest ploy,

     raging against the machine
     i.e. entire popular culture
     will get their comeuppance
being so freely outspoken,
     a disgraceful unconstitutional defiance
which oh press
     sieve act of deviance
spluttered, thus an extreme

     measure to clamp down
     on all news outlets,
     and immediate disappearance
all the while poor
     Melania stoically, objectionably
     and lamentably stands
     right alongside him,
     (nonetheless nonverbally

2.
     metaphorically exhibiting
     vitriolic livid rage)
     as he rancorously spouts
     (ala VERY) convincing impression
     of la va reenactment qua,
Krakatoa volcanic disturbance
lambasting utter disgraceful disservice
(foxy Dis Putin

     commercial stations construe, conspire,
     conjure egregious collusion
     outlets asper dominance
a pugilistic ringside fan loathsomely
     (re: scowling non verbally),
     wherein pejorative spectators whether
     (moral less minority, and/or
     majority whips lashing) weather being

     subsequently splashed by
     LXXII spittle aged
     perspiring ogre) with exuberance
(like some voodoo freelance
sing hexed indigo gurl goo goo doll,
a villainous venal mummified
     rattle trap declaring forbiddance
from this moment forward grievance

fomented by via triple threat
     to American democracy
     sans, intransigence, insouciance, ignorance,
thus taking recourse upon the heads
     of "stupid" journalists forcing hand
toward "losers" who spread lies,
     hence president signs issuance
analogous to lance

sing (via strong trumpeting arm),
     a yuge bigly boil saying believe me
     (meaning him - ***** in chief)
asseverating the congressional,
     global, and orbital
     bulwark acting with noncompliance
necessitating entire military
     industrial complex arsenal

     heavily reinforced (at
     the expense of every social,
     governmental, environmental, etc cetera
     to manage unruly populace
     with mandatory diktat decreeing obeisance
with non dodging demagoguery
     huff ford ding auto-da-fé fiat ordinance
this platform to guarantee overdominance,

when November 2020 election
     for forty sixth president
     takes place with poignance!
Bard Dec 2021
Gods sick threw up all over the floor
The odds slick slidin towards war
A ***** an skin splits with black tar
Tin soldiers march after a dark star
We molder under a tyrants charge
Flickering compliance on the verge
Without defiance suffer the purge
Silent laughter after every surge

A tyrant who defies sense and science
Irate eyes die and fry in noncompliance
Half a brains alliance with petulance
Ants who think themselves giants
A gross death squashed by pseudoscience
Until the breath stills they rave and rant
Many a contrivance for the easily pliant
Really dyin because of words on an appliance
Cedric McClester Jan 2022
By: Cedric McClester

Believe and trust
As you must
But another one
Has bitten the dust
Who wasn’t vaccinated
Against the virus
Which  of course
Wasn’t desirous

I know that the virus
Is scary
And he whole world is
Probably weary
So you have a right
To your theory
And I understand
You being leary

But abandon
Your reliance
On conspiracy theories
That oppose science
Which is supporting
Your noncompliance
And your senseless
Acts of defiance

The object is
To avoid death
Because you
Ran out of breath
So abandon
Your inner Macbeth
While you stil
Have a life left














Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.
The following crafted
approximately midway
into the administration
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the 2024 election.

The overstuffed ego freezer
(yes him with the coiffed
windblown hair has been making,
sans daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
shouting, and scathing rabidly
foaming explosive handy
claptrap in ascendance,
asserting how incredibly
tremendous collusion between
CIA, FBI and media

(must warrants revocation,
hence heroic intervention,
and emergency das
Pence sing balance
of security fabled
clearances Aesop - Asap)
hounds engaged "brilliance"
in (community) chance
of making an very
usual fool of himself,
viz the "FAKE"

trumpeting dapper Don
expostulating the latest ploy,
raging against the machine
i.e. entire popular culture
will get their comeuppance
being so freely outspoken,
a disgraceful unconstitutional defiance
which oh press
sieve act of deviance
spluttered, thus an extreme

measure to clamp down
on all news outlets,
and immediate disappearance
all the while poor
Melania stoically, objectionably
and lamentably stands
right alongside him,
(nonetheless nonverbally
metaphorically exhibiting
vitriolic livid rage)

as he rancorously spouts
(ala VERY) convincing impression
of la va reenactment qua,
Krakatoa volcanic disturbance
lambasting utter disgraceful disservice
(foxy Dis Putin
commercial stations construe, conspire,
conjure egregious collusion
outlets asper dominance
a pugilistic ringside fan loathsomely

(re: scowling non verbally),
wherein pejorative spectators whether
(moral less minority, and/or
majority whips lashing) weather being
subsequently splashed by
LXXII spittle aged
perspiring ogre) with exuberance
(like some voodoo freelance
sing hexed indigo gurl goo goo doll,
a villainous venal mummified

rattle trap declaring forbiddance
from this moment forward grievance
fomented by via triple threat
to American democracy
sans, intransigence, insouciance, ignorance,
thus taking recourse upon the heads
of "stupid" journalists forcing hand
toward "losers" who spread lies,
hence president signs issuance
analogous to lance

sing (via strong trumpeting arm),
a yuge bigly boil saying believe me
(meaning him - ***** in chief)
asseverating the congressional,
global, and orbital
bulwark acting with noncompliance
necessitating entire military
industrial complex arsenal
heavily reinforced (at
the expense of every social,
governmental, environmental, etc cetera

to manage unruly populace
with mandatory diktat decreeing obeisance
with non dodging demagoguery
huff ford ding auto-da-fé fiat ordinance
this platform to guarantee overdominance,
when November 2020 election
for forty sixth president
takes place with poignance
when courtesy hindsight
transition to Biden administration
punctuated by insurrection.

When I witnessed capital one rebellion
slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.

Yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing  
haint no crime -
at least not yet.

Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience itching

visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits

as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits

(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid ***** loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what ain't
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,

sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs

me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over active imagination whirs.
Cedric McClester Jan 2022
By: Cedric McClester

On the anniversary of
The January 6th violence
Only two Republicans
Stood there in silence
It was almost as an act
Of defiance
Those absent revealed
Their servile reliance

On a former president
Who defies science
Which has been demonstrated
By his noncompliance
With even the most basic
Acts of reliance
On his prescriptions
Of pseudoscience

On the anniversary
Of a fateful date
Most Republicans feared
Being crushed by the weight
Of the former president’s
Penchant for hate
And his innate ability
To complicate

Their present and future
Political ambitions
Which has most of them
On various missions
To avoid being made
Acts of attrition
And having to show
Their true contrition







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.
Cedric McClester Aug 2019
By: Cedric McClester

We cannot deny, yo
Gun violence has gone viral
It’s happened in Ohio
And we’re left to ask why, yo
In less than 24 hours
There’s another need
For condolence and flowers
So, get out of your ivory towers

Upon closer inspection
This looks like insurrection
We’ve gone in the wrong direction
There’s a need for our protection
So, to hell with pundits musing
This isn’t that confusing
We can see that we’re abusing
The gun laws that we’re using

Tell me am I wrong
To ask, what is going on?
Another nine are gone
Friends and family are forlorn
Change the cities and the names
Seems the stories are the same
Aren’t we tired of these sick games?
Let’s change the lenses and the frames

If we don’t break, we better bend
It’s a challenge, but we can
Bring this madness to an end
Providing that’s what we intend
To end, our commitment to violence
Let the dog whistles be silenced
There’s a need for noncompliance
Show resistance and defiance














Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

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