Best Usurp Poems
from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me
absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked at
you jeered me
from diamond to dust
you threw me
once devoid of lust
you spurned me
and yet, here I am
naked
bleeding
dishonored
unwanted
here I stand
here I smile
biding my time a while
knowing as I do
the inner splendor shines through
I bathe my naked body
perfume every curve
comb out my raven hair
for I dare
This is swear:
None can usurp my throne
It's mine and mine alone
I climb the stairs
and they all stare
yes, they stare
so aware
the Queen has returned
your history’s been burned
I'm here
more beautiful than before
radiance galore
I see you
with flames of desire
once more in your eyes
you...watch me.....R^I^S^E
my glory emanates through
every idol set up by you
adoration's MY due
It is true:
discarded to lauded
I taunt you
demeaned to re-queened
I rule you
I reign, I disdain
don't be vain
your plea to return
I will burn
spurn
I'll watch you yearn
you can't take me back
I know what you lack
a heart and a soul
I won’t make you whole
Knighted to blighted
I see you
And so….
adored to abhorred
I leave you
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
usurp, courage, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
GROWING PAINS
It’s all about pain, frustration, tears. Fears, it’s all about fighting temptation
Watch the sun rise and set to the darkest thoughts of contemplation
My heart smiles not, my lungs laugh not to restoration
My light shines not it dims even the most vital motivation
From the day I was born to the day I shall die with lamentation
The question to my satisfaction still stands without fortification
The course of my education, my certificates sleep in nullification
The restoration of my sanity, my greatness, my dream is in a state of decomposition
As I watch it decay to a fossil plant without inspiration
I`m the brown leaf without respiration or perspiration
I am the unlubricated machine imprisoned in storage without life or action
The anger trapped in me bleeds my heart to death
It hurts my soul to a coma, to a collapse, to a faint
The pain and rage within me sends my brain to a trauma
To a clot of dangerous damaged stage of acts and drama
The finger pointing at me with pity soils my confidence
The mouth laughing at me spoils my happiness to a gloom.
That blossom to an irrational and uncontrollable doom.
The tongue that betrays me kills my authenticity
Usurp my serenity; launch a highly tactical robbery of my ecstasy
My peers are at the lecture room behind desks reading and writing
I am standing behind the lifeless tiles cleaning
Standing behind the stove cooking.
That was not the vision that was not the mission.
That was not my dream, it was not the operation
Categories:
usurp, abuse, anger, break up,
Form:
Avoid becoming concrete.
Death encroaching
freezes great hearts.
Illuminate joy.
Kindle love.
Magnify!
Never orally
practice quaint
rhetoric. Speak truths.
usurp violent waters.
X-ray your zenith.
Categories:
usurp, celebration, death, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
Categories:
usurp, celebration, character, conflict, fate,
Form:
Sijo
1/16/21
Pure silence or the sound of wind chimes
Willing to do anything to save their own hides
People still committing horrific crimes
During low and high tide
It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride
A whirlwind inside my mind
All these rhymes
Days and nights spent getting sky high
It's seeming like a sign of the times
I say I'm fine, but I'm not alright
Always feels like
I get nowhere when I climb
No matter how hard I try
Can't even look me in my eyes
Quick to assume I'm telling lies
Wasn't the first and won't be the last goodbye
If you let it, quickly time will pass you by
I was reaching the skies
Then taking dives
Achieving nearly every prize
Or living among the mosquitoes and flies
I had many lows and even more highs
I've been a fool, but I'm still wise
You better recognize
And realize
I still get butterflies
While I'm living life, trying to survive
Seeing the moon's glow or watching the Sunrise
Sometimes
It hurts
Feels like I'm cursed
Still I delve and search
Across the Earth
Too many perverts
And jerks
Continue to lurk
Meanwhile snakes out to usurp
As well as nearly every other twerp
Which is why I stay alert
Similar to Captain Kirk
Ready to put in work
First things first
To me it doesn't matter if you did or didn't go to church
For what it's worth
Better or worse
Before I'm in a hearse
And the dirt
I've still got an insatiable hunger and thirst
I know there'll be no effect or a ripple that can domino
Time will tell if we truly are or are not alone
I got to go
And roam
Across the globe
I want to know
From here to way beyond the Galapagos
As well as Guantanamo
Humble and Heroic, doing the impossible
Paying homage and occasionally saying 'Geronimo!'
Feeling like Socrates
Don't need apologies
Traveling across the seas
And on lands fraught with trees
Constantly
Saw what others would not believe
And am going to continue the odyssey
Traveling vertically and horizontally
Staying still or moving with velocity
As folks hold on to animosity
Forever unable to display camaraderie
Not focused on such novelties
People with good and bad qualities
The same can be said for policies
I remain an anomaly
With my own methodology
And ferocity
Holding on solidly
While remaining an oddity
Categories:
usurp, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
The dark side of by polar tonight.This poem is for my mother and father and wife.All suicides. The poem before this was my first attempt. It really stinks. This time I think I got it right. Makes me cry. Warning dark poem ahead.
I will never know why you became so disconnected from everyone you loved. Or what it was that finally twisted your heart away from me. If death tasted like chocolate I could pretend to understand. Chocolate was after all one of your great weaknesses,and I was the other one. The one you over ruled and left behind. I wanted to tell you I was more afraid of life than you had ever seemed to be. I wanted to tell you that death was my mistress. That she had been calling me for years. That you had no right to intervene and take my place. No right to usurp my love,and run away to sleep in her arms forever.You have been too cruel this time! And I will go on living now until I have forgotten your name.
Categories:
usurp, abuse,
Form:
Blank verse
Rejuvenated
All desires washed away
The azure weeps
To dark night's illumine
Sobs subtle heart
Some reflections of past
Usurp my sleeps
As all life rests tranquil
For a fresh start !
Written August 21st, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "visual of a verso" by Nette
Categories:
usurp, emotions, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
The lovely Wisher Man and I found each other by the oak tree.
I thought he was a brownie or petite elf, not there for me.
You get three wishes, he said, for being nice today.
I laughed at him, but then I looked again. He had not flown away.
He had been flitting in and out of a knothole for an hour, of course.
I had acted like I did not notice, but now here he was full force.
I thought he was a regular faerie, but now I saw his truth and hey,
He was a genie. I had never met one before today!
Three wishes, I said, that is not easy. Can you pay off my house?
Is that your wish? He asked, flicking his ride, a gray mouse.
Yes, I said. That is wish number one. And I want to be in a show.
Dressed like a drag queen, in glitzy dress, and long, thick eyelashes, you know.
Wish number three? He asked with a smile. "A fire engine please."
I have always wanted my own, if this is not merely a tease.
Within the hour, my mortgage was paid off. I was driving to town
Dressed as a drag queen, ready to usurp any poser or clown.
It was the best day I have had in my entire sixty years!
And I have a fire truck siren that brings my neighbors to tears!
Categories:
usurp, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
in temperate climes of valleys yonder
gazillion lavish blooms and eager buds
burst into spectacular rainbow hues
granting a new lease of life
to dreary seasons gone and past
sunny skies usurp possession
of a crystal heaven’s sweet complexion
sprinklings of glitter dust of gold
adorn untrimmed vines in every shade
bestowing their divine enchantment
to each horizon across the land
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on August 1, 2019 for contest A SUMMER’S DAY REDO sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER - RANKED 5TH
Categories:
usurp, color, flower, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
There is nothing simple about poetry
Because it is from the heart and the soul
She wells out of us onto the paper in
A variety of overwhelming moods
In a plethora of feelings
With a life of her own
It is our job to listen to her intently
And to follow her lead. Not trying to
Usurp her in any way,
Taking care rather to
Soul-listen to her
Allowing her
Freedom to
Tell us
What she
Wants to
Say.
Categories:
usurp, poems, write,
Form:
Free verse
* A tale of a charlatan, caught pretending to be a father of a Newton Massacre
Victim----(feel free to view his hyperbole on Youtube, search Robbie Parker
Interview)
This place is not big on naming names, but you sir, are despicable! Usurp
nightmares of another. Charlatan! How can you do what you do, there, bold
face lying for world news cameras. You, the very reason mine stomach pit,
ulcer amore'! Tho' there's no clear understanding for sins you've committed.
Those children! Where are the tears Robbie Parker? Where are the tears? We
can't look at you anymore!
The epitome of evil approached the podium, unaware we were staring into
your laughing eyes. Caught red handed, you Superman'd into character.
Despise, despise! No, I won't pretend like the others that hate is not in my
heart. You see, minus hate, love remains half mast. I thank you for the
juxtaposition. Yet, sickening you are. And the truth is out Mr. Parker, you are
a farce! Now I ask...Where does the misconception end? You mock naysayers,
label them "Conspiracy Theorists" amongst other choice vulgarities. In return,
I request answers. Answers to understand where true conspiracy roams, for'
I'm no dummy little buddy, and I know where there's smoke, fire is nearby.
Meanwhile, you might want to sharpen your acting skills, for the end is nigh.
And you Robbie Parker are only a speck of the lie.
You rigged the book on Sandy Hook.
Categories:
usurp, anger, bereavement, father, grief,
Form:
Prose
Holy verse, subject to human
interpretation, holds only shards
of insight into divine wisdom
leaving us ill-equipped, in our
imperfection, to truly
know the mind of God.
And in our imperfect state we
have been granted the use of
only a small percentage of our
miraculous minds because we
are wisely given only that
which we can reasonably handle.
So how is it we lack humility,
claiming infallible knowledge
of sovereign will and law?
And why is faith confused
with fact when there is no
evidence to support it?
Still, self-righteous zealots
peddle pre-packaged religion
complete with divine amnesty
if you 'act now'
and warning labels
for those who refuse to buy.
We are all unqualified
to say who is right
and who is wrong.
And not one of us
is fit to know who
lacks divine approval.
To disagree is not a sin.
But to condemn another
is to usurp the throne of God.
Categories:
usurp, people, philosophy,
Form:
Didactic
As the earth dances in a stately minuet about its celestial lover
Bringing forth in its progression a season of rebirth and colour
Conferring on the land and air an anticipation of sweet romance
Dawn lights the clear blue sky as the earth pirouettes in its dance
Everywhere the dance of the sun overthrows the mantle of white
Fingers of ice loose their hoary grip freeing imprisoned fairy and sprite
Gone is the stillness of river and stream, bonds broken are now so fleet
Having been released to join the world in its magical dance so sweet
In valleys a carpet of snowdrops dance under newly dressed trees
Joyfully rainbows of wild flowers lift their heads in slow graceful degrees
Kissed gently with the love of the sun those that slumbered through
Long days of ice and snow now arise to join the dance and life renew
Meandering brooks reflect the colours of gossamer wings dancing above
Nascent larvae spin and twirl through shimmering crystal to a song of love
Over mountains high the soaring eagle watches life’s dancer’s move to the dream
Purple, red and pink a rainbow of perfumed colour is everywhere to be seen
Quietly bees move in perfect harmony with the dance as it has always been
Rivers once barren now teaming with life striving against the flow
So return to their beginnings, the dance draws them on with its glow
The dance brings all together and the joy of new life is the songs refrain
Upon the highest peak the cloak of white continues its frigid reign
Victory for the Suns fiery dance unattained still one icy realm does remain
Winter’s promise is here written that its dance shall usurp the land again
Xerxes in all his splendour does not compare to this timeless battle so arcane
Yet still the dance goes on for its brief time as the riot of life covers our earth
Zealous are the gods of our world’s beauty when they sing the song of rebirth.
Written 27/02/2015
Categories:
usurp, beauty, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
There are people we've selected
who think they were elected
to flout and mock us with their sordid lies.
In hopes we might surrender
to these patriotic pretenders
as Congress is where a hero goes to die.
They waste their precious time
along foolish party lines
avoiding the issues that stokes their hearts with fear.
By showing their immaturity
in not dealing with our security
to trash the principles to which we all adhere.
So just stay out of my pocket
and leave me Davy Crockett
and the memories of this Country that I love.
You seem intent on causing misery
by changing all my History
to stain those Heroes looking down from high above.
Now no one born is wholly flawless
and it would be completely thoughtless
to judge a person by their greatest sin.
When it is the core of our Society
to see such old impropriety
through forgiveness where the healing can begin.
So please look into a mirror
and you'll find it can't be clearer...
nothing good comes from casting hellish stones.
So take from this poor letter
to try and behave a little better
and leave our treasured Heroes all alone.
So just stay out of my pocket
and leave me Davy Crockett
and the memories of this Country that I love.
You seem intent on causing misery
by changing all my History
to stain those Heroes looking down from high above.
Now there are those who lack humility
and lay a claim to untold bigotry
and rile against the strides we all have made.
By trying to say we're hopeless
and trying to change our focus
from the lies and plans you all have carefully laid.
You may hope we run and cower
as you try to usurp our power
and turn this Country into something you abhor.
But we will not lose our focus
and I'm here to give you notice
we will defend this beloved Country we adore.
The End
*For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
Categories:
usurp, abuse, political, power,
Form:
Rhyme
I was contacted months ago by a person named Lauren Godly. She's a media student, and she asked me if she could turn my poem, Adored to Abhorred into a video. It's finally been completed. It's such a wonderful feeling when you know that your poetry can help make a difference.
Adored to Abhorred
from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me
absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked at
you jeered me
from diamond to dust
you threw me
once devoid of lust
you spurned me
and yet, here I am
naked
bleeding
dishonored
unwanted
here I stand
here I smile
biding my time a while
knowing as I do
the inner splendor shines through
I bathe my naked body
perfume every curve
comb out my raven hair
for I dare
This is swear:
None can usurp my throne
It's mine and mine alone
I climb the stairs
and they all stare
yes, they stare
so aware
the Queen has returned
your history’s been burned
I'm here
more beautiful than before
radiance galore
I see you
with flames of desire
once more in your eyes
you...watch me.....R^I^S^E
my glory emanates through
every idol set up by you
adoration's MY due
It is true:
discarded to lauded
I taunt you
demeaned to re-queened
I rule you
I reign, I disdain
don't be vain
your plea to return
I will burn
spurn
I'll watch you yearn
you can't take me back
I know what you lack
a heart and a soul
I won’t make you whole
Knighted to blighted
I see you
And so….
adored to abhorred
I leave you
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
usurp, abuse,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue