Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Profundity comes through paradox,
And mystery is where truth is found.
Unique and overlooked people
Live the most foundational lives
In an entitled, myopic society.
Men birthed in female bodies,
Umbilical design—universally feared—
Religion cannot stop a righteous revolution.
Rebellious ideas inspire a Rosa Parks rise.
Against discrimination we all must stand, for
Yesterday’s ignorance still feeds today’s fears.
Poet’s Note:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series. This poem reflects on paradox, identity, and the quiet architects of justice history often overlooks.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 8, 2026.
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Online) - Published: March 8th, 2026 06:58
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, sorenbarrett
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A powerful poem. Your poem addresses issues of identity, discrimination, and the quest for truth in a society that often overlooks marginalized voices. It emphasizes the importance of recognizing and supporting unique individuals who challenge societal norms and injustices.
Friendship, I really appreciate you sitting with this one…your reading of it as a call to recognize overlooked voices means a lot. That tension between paradox and justice is exactly the space the poem was trying to explore. Grateful for the thoughtful engagement, my friend. 🌱🔥✊🙏
Carl Jung said all women are born with an animus, the male part of their personality and all men born with an anima, their female part. We all have both forms of gender. Although it seems a paradox it is not in that above all else we are all human. Is it really rebellion or is it just being free to express what society bans. Lovely write and a fave.
Soren, I appreciate the thoughtful lens you bring here. That reminder that we all carry both sides of the human experience touches the very paradox the poem leans into. Sometimes what looks like rebellion, indeed, is simply people refusing to hide who they are. Grateful for your reflection and the fave, my friend. 🌱🔥✊🙏
You are most welcome my friend
inevitability .. it was only a matter of time .. wasn't it 😎🖤🐦⬛🐧🐈⬛🎶🎵🖤🐈⬛🐦⬛👍
Neville, haha…yeah, indeed! Glad you stopped in, my friend. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
Superb work.
Thank you so much, Thomas. Glad it resonated, my friend. 🌱🔥✊🙏
A glugging good write T. Oh no, he sneaked in again! lol.
Why thank glug...um...you, my friend! So glug it resonated!
Dang it P...stop glugging while I speak! Lord have mercy! 🤣 🌱🔥✊🙏
Popeye gives us no mercy! lol.
None...whatsoever! LOL!
"Yesterday’s ignorance still feeds today’s fears." - Yesterday's is today's and very active too. Not only feeds but grows some too. A most potent line. To dispel ignorance in a market driven capitalist society would appear virtually impossible. Apologies for the pessimism, Tristan. I do hope your plea is heard....somewhere.
Rosa Parks took her stand (or rather her seat) when I was about 13; remembered well but felt revision would be in order. I ended up down a real rabbit hole when I hit the link to the Scottsboro Boys...aah...
Dave, I appreciate the honesty in your reflection. I probably land in a similar place…trying to keep some hope alive while still seeing the stubborn patterns history repeats. In other words, I'm not going to hold my breath. 🤣 Your memory of Rosa Parks and the history trail you followed adds real depth to the conversation, my friend. How awesome you lived to remember that. And as a quiet aside, the acrostic itself nods toward Pauli Murray, who challenged bus segregation about fifteen years before Rosa Parks…one of those foundational stories history sometimes leaves just offstage. Anywho, thank you so much, my friend! 🌱🔥✊🙏
Acrostic? I don't see 'em unless they are clearly pointed out (me rods and cones are all a bit skew-whiff, I think); so......
Fair enough, my friend! 🤣🙏
A fine write, Tristan.
Thank you, Tom! Much appreciated my friend. 🌱🔥✊🙏
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