Best Usurping Poems
As beguiling costumes dazzle eyes
flashing glitter heightens indulgences.
Jasmine kisses lightheadedly make
nerves of passion quiver.
Rhinestone stars twinkle
usurping Venus
with xanthic
yellow zircons.
(ABC Poem)
Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless
Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!
Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness
Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago
O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries
weeps of cloudiness usurping the day
Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies,
overwhelming where vast emptiness slays
Left purposeless, wavering dark takes hold
looping tight a lynch-like corrosive noose
Otiose life sucks vim where sharks enfold,
wrecked in sunless abyss of night let loose
But Sol, unconquerable, beams once more
and the lighthouse sings, full of birds from shore!
(6/10/18)
An immigrant nation
Imprisoning immigrants
Not equally born or not born
Of its natives and considered
Criminals is indeed oxymoronic
In a country founded by immigrants
Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous
People of their bordered lands
And nearly extincting them
Via hue-skin oppression
In a supposedly new found nation
Baptized with the the blood of those
Who simply became natives of a new
Claimed land that would no longer be theirs
Saved their newly assigned residential bordered
Land areas whose nourishing earth-grounds
Were later re-stolened in oxymoronic thanksgiving
Thus today’s oxymoronic musky trumped oligarchy
Should be no surprise to those who have survived
All the worst that has preceded our present day
Mayflowering defecation on democratic equality;
As with previous oppressive demonic political oppression
Let us dawn our liberating-overalls and get to work on
The new needed political repairs required to flush
Down political oppression over the coming years
In our continuous fight to be truly liberated
From any and all oxymoronic tuslated
Oligarchical power-mongering
Trumped political governing
Now being live streamed
And televised, 24-7:
Counter-revolution
Against us!
P.S.: Always be aware that liberation must be
Fought for and won and is never given;
Likewise let power never be bought:-
The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
Workplace harassment is rife, alive and well,
Occurring too often in this pseudo company.
Derogatory, condescending words roared, inches from your face,
Sounding like a battlesque symphony.
People in charge making foolish demands,
Then usurping workers places, employing visible stealth.
Not being productive, effective or profitable,
To any of the workers, or for the companies health.
Forcing workers to feel small, inadequate, not bright,
Forcing workers to accept their lot in life.
And, to any workers who bring up any questions,
Publicly back stabbing them, with a knife.
Workplace harassment in this office, it’s cruel and demeaning,
To the folks just plying their trade.
It’s easy to see the bullies in charge, strutting around,
Ready, waiting, clasping a shiny switchblade.
THE SOLOIST
The Universe sang itself into being,
and we are one of it's songs.
It laughed mischievously at black holes,
that were hidden in massive throngs.
It spun a pirouette of galaxies,
danced in dizzy, joyful bliss.
It cast a spell of clustered stars,
and gave us our first kiss.
It made the wanderers to travel,
and stretched itself in time and space.
It called the Earth, all blue and wet,
and made the Milky Way our place.
It named immense and diminutive things,
it marked in secret scale.
From shooting stars, to Mayfly wings,
both in particle and cosmic braille.
All mute and quiet deep in space,
and earthbound songs usurping.
Exploding stars we could not hear,
but heard the crickets chirping.
In everywhere and anytime,
it shows us something new.
We shake our heads because we know,
the Soloist's not through.
by Edlynn Nau
The velvet blanket of night gently lifts
revealing a gauzy veil of gray,
seduced by the morning sun, usurping the day;
water ripples through the breeze, it hums and shifts.
In marshy bogs of clustered coves,
amongst the cattails and slender reeds
schools of fish gather, in their quest to breed;
graceful herons meditate in a protracted pose.
The stillness of the morning serenades
the dreamy sail boats waltzing on the lake;
balanced and smooth leaving no wake,
the voice of peace and serenity pervades.
Date: July 17,2022
For: A Quiet Place Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Placed 3rd in the contest
Summoning the face in the Mirror the man calls
“Mirror, mirror on my tasteless bedroom wall,
Am I the only righteous dude who’s got it all?
I’m a Twitter tweeter in everyone’s face, no jest
A god-like prototype ascendant above all the rest
No one can finagle, lie, cheat, and steal
Like me, the master architect of a shady deal
Mirror, mirror, am I not the sovereign Top Dog
A business guru and vastly envied pedagogue
Give me your answer as you usually do
I await your reply ever predictable and true.”
Speaking, the Mirror says objectively and with candor
(In a monotone absent alarm or apparent rancor)
“Attempts to equal or best everything you represent
Were absent any skill and lacked the power to prevent
Lying, cheating, scheming and copious immorality
Of the traits you epitomize in your relentless duplicity
Bright green dollar signs were tattooed on your rear
And as a 14-karat schlemiel no one was your peer
But today your lofty roost has toppled it would appear
To a superior arrival a compassionate and powerful rival
Usurping your reign and promising you a bleak survival
For Honor, Humanity, Ethics, Quality and Morality
Bonded as one and effectively challenged your inability
To behave as a human or exhibit any values or maturity
They had the muscle and perseverance to permanently uproot
Your corrupted regimé that is für immer (forever) kaput
You will never again be hailed as a preferred persona
You will dwell with your ilk as persona non grata
Even if Hell should freeze over (an unheard of phenomena)".
Carol Zic
An 81-year old woman, widow, and U.S. Navy WAVES veteran
January 15, 2017
O, yes, he is exclusively competent
as the national leader
that tightly compatible and coherent
with his time and national traditions.
He had done all for the rise our stupid ambition
and blind glory, post-soviet and post-tsarists illusions
as the perfect relict from past and wild centuries
when cruelty and mercilessness had been justified
for the price of surviving the nation.
Yes, he was merely anachronism and pure extra-rodent,
but also the perfect master of alienating
and usurping all our national richness and rights -
he just took all this things from us
transforming himself for the strong geopolitical figure
and enslaved our fragile society
quenching processes of democratizations deliberately
for the personal influence and welfare.
He was not just the most atavistical president,
previously completely unknown
as one faceless agent from intelligent services
he was exclusively competent
as the politic-relict from past centuries
as genius of that retrograde power and glare.
usurping the scene
with slurping obscene
sputtering spittle and steam
then spraying a particle beam
that succotash was green
if you know what I mean
(be careful where you eat beans)
12/13/2020
Villanelle: The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Who’ll stoop to any level to scuttle the imagined rival
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Yin’s motivating force lies in usurping Yang’s glory
Drives it to ape and rob the Yang for supposed survival
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
In scarce genuine values world the spurious spawn many
Few who strive for what endures bypass not the ephemeral
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Cryptomaniacs control art subsumed into personality
Accidental uses of material rate neither as error nor trial
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Spurious clamour with the public for easy bounty
Even time-tested concepts and ideas hardly prove original
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Envy turns the sprocket chains of fortune for the many
Who just skip and dance and hoot till the final upheaval
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
(9.7.10)
Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.
Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.
Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.
Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.
Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.
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Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!
Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!
Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev
Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!
No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion
Though it has been decades, with research showing naught
Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu
RNA induction, into cells muscular
Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!
Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess
Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!
Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…
Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation
Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!
(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)
Agnes:
Oh, what a smile Uriah Heep!
It makes me feel so vile and cheap
You’re planning Papa’s soon demise
An evil light shines in your eyes
You smile a sheepish little grin
Usurping is your grievous sin
My father is under your spell
But I know you are straight from hell
I shan’t marry you, no not I
If you must know the reason why
Your fiendish smile I can’t abide
It makes me want to run and hide
One day t’will be that I shall smile
A smile that will be so worthwhile
For you’ll be gone, without a trace
No ghastly grin upon your face
Another’s smile my eyes will greet
His lips will bring me kisses sweet
His love will be my endless song
Go to the night, where you belong!
Uriah Heep is a creepy character who is one of the antagonists in Charles Dickens novel, David Copperfield. He is working for David’s friend, Mr. Wickfield. He uses Mr. Wickfield’s love for drink that is exacerbated by the death of his wife, to confuse Mr Wickfield and blackmail him into signing him as a partner of the business. His ultimate goal is to marry Agnes, Mr Wickfield’s daughter. David Copperfield takes an instant dislike to Uriah when he meets him. This poem is written in the voice of Agnes, who eventually marries David Copperfield.
For Smile Contest
By Linda
Monday
It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from
the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my
name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my KitKat
are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken.
Tuesday
It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see
my milk has been topped up, though, why two fingers of my
kitkat in a V sign just beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you
dirty bastard. I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office.
You will be caught.
Wednesday
It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge
is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are
usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the
fridge into my office until further notice.
Thursday
It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated,
the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk.
I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but
let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and
you will be dismissed.
Friday
It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is
cluttering up the whole building, management is going
ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of
them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits,
my job, my life. Just leave me alone.
Thankyou.