May day we protest
86 47!
execrate unrest
MAY DAY protests
5/1/26
"Departure"
In the majestic curves of galactic arms
we choose to dissolve all war and hate
we venture forth fast away from primeval captivity
into the unknown welcoming cardiomegaly of It
what waits like Kaa wrapped around our scorched fate
beckoning our inner worlds like glowing orbs
we are swallowed into the burning crystal ball
Its starry gates open like god-like jaws
evolving like Paleolithic tadpoles old stone age
lacking tales to execrate all the obdurate
their time will come when all is far too late
and their karma is to remain to do it all again
fortune’s for the brave
freedom's for the few
we choose It like The Chosen do
to turn our backs on all that human hate
we raise our minds
we raise our eyes
our heart's electric
sending morse code messages
we begin to watch
the open skies of Blue
for forgotten arrivals
seen through moving clouds obscured
Candide Diderot. ‘25
I wonder.
I wonder.
I wonder why it goes.
I deny it,
try to fight it
against the way it flows.
I ignore it,
I deplore it,
try to push it far away.
But I fear it,
I'm too near it
and it haunts me every day.
For circling in the skies are things
I wish I could disguise,
that melt to crystal teardrops
and it makes me realize -
that I’m part of it,
not above it.
No, I’m not the way I was.
Oh, I hate it,
execrate it
and everything it does.
So, I’ll change it,
rearrange it,
try to start another day.
Then I’ll stop it,
Yeah, I'll stop it…
and I’ll turn and walk away.
Once upon a haven
for now a heathen waif
once unified by craft
now a lowly execrate
for loving every neighbour
for flying a rainbow flag
for once upon a kinship
now pariah what a drag
***
Dedicated to all the poets
who have left for safer sites.
HATE
dislike greatly
Abominate detest loathe
Abhor despise execrate ill-will
Aversion
11/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
Be ready for the futures that await;
The battle really lost is that not fought:
For no one is exempted from their fate.
Whatever plans we chalk upon the slate
Are easily erased, but still we ought
Be ready for the futures that await.
Some outcomes we are sure to execrate,
Yet still we can’t escape what life has brought,
For no one is exempted from their fate.
And life demands that we participate:
Those lessons profit most which come unsought.
Be ready for the futures that await.
No matter if the path is bent or straight,
We can’t elude the net wherein we’re caught:
For no one is exempted from their fate.
We may object, rebel or agitate;
But time, once passed, can never be unwrought.
Be ready for the futures that await:
For no one is exempted from their fate.
I normally loathe commitment,
Except when, by you, I'm smitten.
You're the only plans I want now,
And the road I hope to walk down.
I mostly abhor my meakness,
I see it as feeble weakness.
But when you come by and smile,
I could be weak a long while.
I sometimes execrate my thoughts,
But you seem to like them a lot.
So perhaps I'm not that far love,
From what I have always dreamed of.
Sharing moments none could ever
Begin to pretend to better.
Their aspirations, they'd sever,
Because they just aren't as clever.
Sometimes I enjoy the weather,
When with you, i do endeavor,
And sometimes I adore the wind,
Whenever it ushers you in.
I can't really, truly complain,
When you say "I'll see you again".
I believe this could begin to,
Be quite the beatific intro.
© Ben Burton 7/14/2015
There was no rioting
No businesses were burned
Despite the burning grief
From most who saw and heard
A sanctuary town
Like Tombstone in its day
Where lawlessness abounds
Is just a shout away
And what becomes the cost
The villainous descent
An innocent is lost
Which none can comprehend
The father with his girl
The much belovéd Kate
She says, "Help, Dad, I'm hurt"
His CPR can't save
The horrible event
Illegal tragedy
Is seen on FNN
The White House does not speak
For anything on Fox
The libs will execrate
Their petty, sinful box
Won't let truth permeate
Without a leftist cause
There is no one to blame
Since libs cannot be wrong
Too bad about poor Kate
It begins in the neurons of the brain
It ends in the stained wall most often
But pardon him for it just skids excitedly
From nowhere as a gentle serpent
Creeping slowly by the ladies' room
Now despise the grinning thespian
Mock the laughing orator
Curse the chuckling poet
Execrate the smirking vocalist and the painter as well
For they are a bunch of angelic maniacs like the rest of Adam's clan
Who strive to reach the occasional peaks in artistic modes
Now it's wet!
A downtrodden,
Forswunk, forlorn, fortuitist
Or distrusted flurry.
Formulist, forswatt, formidable,
And excruciate person.
Exceptional, exasperate or excommunicated,
Depressed, execrate excrement for mankind,
Poor or disappointed,
Disadvantage, disavow human,
Indigestion indology.
Why is it that the sky retaliates
before its muddy texture is inflamed?
I would not hesitate to execrate
the one who shattered Heaven's placid frame.
I would assume the culprit is of man:
for does not lightning fork upon the earth,
and singe our atmosphere with blinding hands,
disparaging our frail bipedal worth?
The slith'ring Lucifer from Eden's womb
unsheathes his lucent tongue from thund'ring hills.
The frantic people house whilst flashes boom,
and pray for pardon from above; yet still
sporadic sparks, like cracks in clouded glass,
cascade from firmaments of dismal ash!
I abhor you, I loathe you, I hate you.
I desecrate you, contaminate you, violate you.
I abominate you, detest you, despise you.
I execrate you, denigrate you, deprecate you.
I am you.
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