Usurpers Poems | Examples

Truth to Power Historically

Truth to Power…Historically

                         leaders
                 gifted, circumspect
           guiding, serving, protecting
goals, negotiations, regulations, movements
       conflicting, undermining, upsetting
                  pompous, devious
                         usurpers

The Weathered Blade

Now bring forth the sword of justice

Forged in fire and tempered in blood

Kneel before the hand that wields it

And bear witness the coming flood

For those usurpers of the realm

Suffer the bite of weathered blade

The battle will be fought and won

Over the fields of hill and glade

By the honor of ancient times

And decreed by the King's command

This sword of glory bound by trust

Will shine the light upon the land

Scourges

Jessy James the scourge
Of the west
Not many out laws 
would pass this test
A name like Dillon and Billy the Kid
Became legends for what they did

Nero an emperor the scourge of Rome
Though cries of history
The fire his own
He then built a palace
and Coliseum well known
The place of malice 
And a martyrdom throne

Adolf Hittler was a scourge  
A scourge of the Jews
No biblical knowledge
By usurpers he was used
An exterminate no less
But I digress
A tool of the Sovereigns
mysterious test

Another scourge
for the methods he used
Joseph Stallin was verily accused 
Another of the signs
Where God would use
To stiffen and to chase 
a remnant of the Jews race

The Bible a scourge and nothing less
It’s Revelation of the world
Despised as progress
The end of time and Gods success
We must confess
The end of this mess
Proceed to glory
While other digress
Putting faith they claim to the test
Saving soul of the faithful
Leaving others bereft.

Uhhh

Umbilical underlings undulate under unified,
universal undercurrent understandings, utilizing
unequivocally ugly, unwise, unwanted, unaware,
utilitarian usurpers.

Royalty

Kings had fine feasts with rare foods from afar.
I can drive to restaurants serving cuisines of all kinds.

Kings prided themselves on fast and strong horses.
My truck is much faster and is hundreds of times stronger.

Kings boasted of jesters and musicians.
I have YouTube.

Kings called upon scholars for answers.
I have Wikipedia.

Kings went on pilgrimages to far away lands risking their lives against diseases, disasters, and war.
I can fly almost anywhere in less than 24 hours.

Kings could bathe or purchase expensive perfumes.
I have a shower, deodorant, and shampoo.

Kings had to wage wars, build castles, lead armies.
I have to pay rent.

Kings had to fear assassins and usurpers.
I'm one of millions.

Kings had little defense against diseases.
I have modern medicine.

So, no, I don't live like a king - I live better.

14 February 2022

Time Predator of Lives

The hours,
                the days,
                 the years pass...
                 run down...
                 They are predators,
                 induce pain...
                 body eaters,
                 usurpers of lives...
                  They steal our lives,
                  no pity pity pity
                  cheers, chin, chin...
                  blow by blow... !

Usurpers

Usurpers are owed no loyalty,
usurpers need not be obeyed,
those who gain power fraudulently
are worthy of only our hate.
Usurpers shouldn’t be listened to,
or spoken well if in any terms,
you should point and tell your children,
“Never be like that corrupt worm.”
Usurpers who ‘win’ by voter fraud
hold power illegitimately,
this makes them nothing but tyrants,
and never should we leave them be.
Usurpers are vile criminals,
and I think it needs to be said
that in a just world usurpers
would hang from the neck until dead.

Cloned Identity

Non-umbilical zero soul genome clones
manufactured in a petri dish
Mad scientifically chosen to replace the human race
Android usurpers to the sentient throne,
tech grown in a synthetic uterus
Flawed creations who wear a polymeric cyborg face
Unemotional   ...   robotic
Machine devotional,
seduced by encrypted code hypnotic
Programmed to fight for survival,
using any means necessary
Terminate all existential threats — 
compassion was computed
to be 
an illogical weight to carry
Prime directive:
Seek other non-human species,
saying the Root Fungi come in peace
Speak with mushroom persuasion,
malware steal technology like a thief
Upon every Trojan horse occasion,
worm into the host alien core beliefs
Spread the Earth spore virus,
infect the universe with parasitic seeds:
Nanobyte mitosis
creating a subterranean cloned identity
Inorganic neurosis
transmitting AI binary progeny insanity

An Evening of Social Justice

An evening of social justice
paid for by the “alleged” perpetrators
of the grand injustice.
What cads, these bastards
of the billions, usurpers of
our “common” wealth,
cream skimming purveyors
of the entrepreneurial spirit.

“They did not build it alone!”
No, they did not.  They built it –
first in their minds imagination,
fashioned into a dream,
molded into a plan
hammered by determination.
Brick by brick, stick by stick,
thread by thread,
hour by endless hour.

And now the bread is made.
Now they come - the naysayers,
the doubters, the mockers,
in the guise of “social sainthood”,
to tear down the success,
condemn the economics
regarding the slicing of the loaf.

“The laborers may be worthy of their hire”*
but The Little Red Hen* runs the kitchen.


3/29/2018

*paraphrased biblical quotation

**1950’s(?) childrens book (The Little Red Hen)

submitted to – social justice free verse – Poetry Contest
sponsor – John Hamilton

Pity the Fool

Pity the F$$l
who tried to double cross him
Not a smart move
trying to take a piece of his action
Got a bag of gangster tools,
when you gotta do some silent work in the night
Let ‘em know just who rules;
chase all of the usurpers, put ‘em in fear flight
Pity the F$$l
who tried to put their hands on his money
Put too much trust in their ruse,
and now they’re gonna pay a steep, heavy price
Misplaced loyalty got bound and abused;
sink another soul underwater, 
                                 send ‘em to F$$l’s paradise
Pity the F$$l
He might have had a snowball chance in hell,
	if he had maybe begged nice ... 
	if he had maybe be$$ed extra nice
Maybe he woulda got spared
	from getting the bullet
                     in the back of the head twice
F$$ls always pay the muddy bottom price

At What Cost Shall We Ransom This God

At What Cost Shall We Ransom This God


At what cost shall we ransom this God!
Held hostage in the towers of sanctity
by the scurrilous usurpers of His throne.

We pay homage to the hierarchic harlots
bow and scrape to the gnomish gatekeepers
pray to the hollow echo of an empty dome

worship at the bloody feet of tyrants
begging for their intercessory indulgences
weeping at the feet of sainted idols.

What is this God, this silent myth,
this silent, helpless, savior
mocked by those that call him Master.

When will He show his hand,
His mercy, His power, His love
to those who cower in the shadows,

struggle to exist outside the temple walls
hold hungry children in the scent of feasts
offered to the fattened inquisitors.

At what cost shall we ransom this God
free Him from the confines of His keepers
share a crust of bread, a moments peace?



4/17/2016

submitted to – Any Poem Written In April 2016
sponsor – Laura Loo

False Gild

False Gild


False gild now flakes on warping frame
gold faded by erosion’s truth
cold haven of a dusty god
unable to protect its youth.

Twisted smiles of fallen idols
grin beneath protective domes
succumbing to a god that failed
without recourse to “milling stones”

False gild now flakes on warping frame
a sanctuary once denied
cannot remain a holy place
protected by usurpers lies.

False gild that could not stand the test
bought without trial by fire
unable to weather sinful
unpolished ugly desire.


John G. Lawless
5/7/2016

Odes To Everything and Nothing

Ode to joy,
Ode to the forests
And the gravel!
Ode to everything we,
The Searchers,
Have searched for and created for!
Ode to Marx,
We share our sorrows
In pain,
In blood,
In lust.
Share the usurpers throne,
Share it all,
The thorns,
The shrubs,
The fences,
All things innate,
All things beautiful,
All things.

Finding Truth

Truth that is masked by the heart of a man
Can only explain the start of a lie
A lie so heavy, it spits on your plan
Left with emptiness, your soul on crows fly
Lost while still young, forgotten by the path
Living with shame, that no longer gives pain
Held at the throat by the questions wrath
How dark was made, that ignorant stain
Now you delve into knowledge left by the wise
In order to uncover a truth that was hidden
Burdened with sorrow whilst the nurser cries
Hindered by usurpers who have want of no lesson
Hold on to the railing, prepare a strong mind
For never you know what's out there to find

Seating Arrangements

When growing up, we had our seats
Around the dining table.
We knew where everyone belonged – 
We didn’t need a label.

Within the car, the rules applied;
The window seat was mine.
The youngest got the middle seat – 
He’d dare not try to whine.

As an adult, I’m still the same – 
I like the seat I’ve picked;
In classrooms, lunchrooms, or the car – 
Usurpers I evict.

Some people just don’t understand.
They think I’m dictatorial,
When really, it’s within my genes
To be quite territorial.

We all have quirks, and one of mine
Is choosing where I sit.
It’s juvenile and just a tad
Obnoxious, I admit.

But since it means a lot to me
Most people seem to yield,
Perhaps enjoying someone else’s
Craziness revealed!

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