"usurpers" poems
talkshows and the yellow press
get excited in excess
over his shenanigans
that delight his faithful fans
rumors of these *** affairs
strong words for all macho players
in the game of social thrones
texts with threatening undertones
for minorities and women
treating immigrants like demons
neither fans nor his opponents
seem to notice the components
of the white house strategy
throw them bones
fodder for the yellow press
and while they fight
clandestinely out of sight
works the Trumpian policy
money laundering blatant lies
scolding allies breaking ties
adoring foes praising those
usurpers of democracies
experts in atrocities
slowly yet persistently
undermine civility
with foul language
fill all courts with servile judges
court the aristocracies
of oil sheikdoms in the East
praising communist dictators
who have helped him build his towers
step by step he‘s leading US
from the groups of international powers
to an isolation desert
at the margins of the world
slogans we have rarely heard
over decades
now re-nourished
twittered with presidential flourish
make America small again
warning voices call in vain
no wonder the statue of liberty
is hiding her face in misery (*)
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
the committee
has convened
(kangaroos corralled)
the agenda
is set
(scapegoats framed)
the politicos
are preened
(perfect patriots)
hair coiffed
teeth whitened
(fangs sharpened)
correct talking
points bulleted
(minds closed)
puffed chests
perfectly postured
(bombastic bravado)
freedom fighters
stand firm
(Constitution usurpers)
American flag
lapel pins
(sparkling bright)
liberty's spirit
and tolerance
(roundly condemned)
special interests
are watching
(payola earned)
partisan lines
clearly drawn
(democracy doomed)
Music Selection
Cream: Politician
Oakland
10/1/10
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Discipline
has absolutely nothing to do with you
And everything to do with your tiny lords
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
There are many constraints that are beyond our control.
They often fight to define the boundaries that we are able to overcome.
However, it is our experiment with our lives to figure out how to resist.
We are not powerless even though we have no power.
We are not losing just because we are lost.
Our will to affront the usurpers of our life’s freedom is our own weapon.
We must have the conviction to overcome the norms of definition
That fight to establish who we are and where we fall within our own societies.
We must not succumb to the norms of definition
Of a Hispanic, a first generation American, an urban denizen,
A middle class or on the verge of poverty individual, a minority, or a foreigner.
We must find a way to resist even if it leads to our end.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour,
See approach proud Edward’s power—
Chains and slavery!
Wha will be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland’s king and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa’,
Let him follow me!
By oppression’s woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in ev’ry foe!
Liberty’s in ev’ry blow!
Let us do or die!
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A friend of mine asks,
“Why do you only ever write about romance lately?”
Well, the answer is quite simple, really. It is because I have tasted it.
I tasted it when my eyes first drank the light from his grace when he stood tall above me
His saturnine windows called out to me behind flesh curtains whenever he spoke, ever asking me to join him in his ecstasy
He, from a distance, darted towards me and pressed our sides together—letting myself melt in the velveteen touch of fabric skin
There was a shower of momentary light that night but only his radiance did I bask in.
I tasted it in the heart of the stone city where usurpers of old stood on polished stone
The Bulwark’s adobe reach embraced our reverie as memories from sleep stories become reality
He, in the confines of that venerable fortress, made me vulnerable for I was secure in his arms
His fingers are in between my own like woven mithril unbreakable lest he broke its bond himself
It is in this kingdom of carven stone and handmade walls that he sang of ardor with a dragon’s petrifying gaze.
I tasted it in yuletide storms where men and women waged war with happiness and grief
When the armies of pain and suffering fell at our clasped hands and cheeks red from amorous verve you said you were to journey home
But you did not let go of my grasp
With me you remained and in your arms I stayed
As the bitter winds of bigoted mouths blew, as the fire from damnation is declared by self-righteous souls, we stood fast in the storm.
I tasted it when he said our love he could no longer endure
There we sat, on a tarnished vehicle, as the last of our love gave into rust
What is frightening to me peeked from his saturnine eyes and he closed his curtains shut for the downpour of despondency was to come
We flooded our façades and the rivers quaked our emotional integrity
He held my hand for one final chance before we ripped our wrappings forever apart and he kissed me tender
Our lips made love—like the first they ever met in weathered heat—for the last time.
I tasted it when I told him “Just do so, when your appetite roars to love me again,” and until now I am waiting.
So, why do I ever only write about romance lately?
Well, the reason is quite complicated, really. But–but it is because I’ve tasted it.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
All the color
Stained away
Drained AwayFrom around
My monochromatic core
Becoming an abstract memory
Spreading
In a screaming ,raging silence
All across.....
....This sad and pock marked floor
In shades of grey
I make my way ...past
The last ....ornamental
Bit of sanity
I find..... before
I slip into the mist
Of uninspired ,hard wired
Usurpers....
.....of all
That lay ahead
Where dreams die
As the ordained
Squeeze hard ..then discard
Any evidencerary consideration
Left
Beyond the veil
Of the awaiting mist
Obscurity wilting away
The ubiqitous absence
That latest wisp
Of wide appeal ...for those of us
Who allow ourselves
To be drained of all color
Amid the abstract disregard
Of who we were in our own way
Conceding to become
unhearlded
retreating ghosts
Of monochromatic grey
Unadorned bits of sanity
Saluting as we pass by
On our own ....on our way
Not even credited
With the abstract decor
Left behind us ....
On the now even sadder
Pock marked floor
As it hears the screaming ,raging silence
As it's echo fades away ,lost ,ghostly pale
Absorbed ....
By the grey mist....
..... beyond the awaiting veil !
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
I foster an incremental relation to the cosmos, enticed regularly by its indefiniteness and appeal.
Its evolutions, innate behaviors, and formidable sciences are recompense for earth’s meager discrepancies.
I often engage in the caprice to dismount much dissatisfaction by the constancy of riveting celestial events.
These beings possess no artificiality.
Its prophetic order, ornate and stupendous architectural facets have allowed a crescendo of dispositional hysteria.
Prosaic imprecations are deduced from its auxiliary wherewithal.
There is no contrition in immersing in enthrallment nor is there fickleness in trust.
Magnificent bodies orbit in finesse and probability, achieving universality and control.
Though these incitements are exponentially cheering, my origin is but connoted in despondency.
Usurpers and ill-suited vandals proliferated by the intemperance of the Ptolemaic discipline.
Rustics, miscreants and idle minds misdirected by less virtuous planetary derision.
My cognitive severity asserted by ominous consummation.
Oh how these preponderant truths confine me unfortunate.
Soliloquy is but an affliction amidst this era of anachronistic reign.
Grandiose passivity is intolerable at this time.
I plan to dichotomize my adamant fate from precepts and conditions anew.
The deposition of malfeasant kings will be sought.
Ploys I have already configured; propagation is near to instigation.
I will exhort my ascent to prime eminence.
The stars will sanction me to a rightful end.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
3am, the epitome of perpetual night.
The hour of the wolf in sheep’s clothing
Alabaster clocks, ebony needles for hands
Walking to one-second beats on dripping wall paper,
exposing the blood in the house and meat in the pipes.
I see shadows of the malevolent past:
Rings of smoke and cum-stained magazines
Lies woven into eyelashes, sealing them shut
Bleak figures made of shattered glass
Transparency, their only truth.
And dawn shows the new day
A stage of light like sweet Arcadia
The pages written for me to walk upon
Every hour summarizes a year’s worth of turmoil,
an abstract of vicious malcontent youth.
Standing against usurpers and cattle-branding parents
I will not allow the false punishments to continue
Nor the raging strangulation subjugate my woe
Sweating fingers penetrate the holes
All while pleasure and pain in endured.
As the sundial strikes noon, life meets the middle
Leaves falling off trees while amidst the winter
Hands tired and dry; legs crooked and frail
I will wipe the dust of my friends away from me
Like nothing and everything in between.
The tomorrow won’t come this time
The prelude to eternity will be a last gasp of air
And I’ll welcome the suffocation like a lost brother
And abhor the condemnations like a pious father
And I’ll think fondly of that fading mother
As the light of day segues to a haze of fire
I’ll take those reluctant steps that I must
Ravel my life’s threads into a warm coat
And I will meet you at that cold and violent dusk.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Didn’t have time to pack a suitcase
News of your arrival
For those supposedly
Seeking your survival
Unexpectedly came too soon
They called ‘code blue’
‘code blue’
Usurpers of free will
Moving in for the mourning ****
How dare you
How dare you.
What conformity belies the truth of your aggression?
What sadistic urges your imperious suppression?
Monsters in blue
What did I do to you?
How dare you
How dare you
Five came guns blazing
While I sat happily sun gazing
They threw you into the backseat of their cruiser
Shackled and tackled
And black and blue
Bam, bam, bam mame
Now do you understand
Monsters in blue
What did I do to you?
How dare you
How dare you
I don’t play by your rules
Because you’re fools
It was early spring
Barely a mist
Pisces you old daydreamer
They labeled you a fall risk
Isn’t it the season of renewal?
Was there something that I missed?
A sledgehammer to crack a nut
Sometimes I get really, really ******
If it’s a broken tread
So be it.
An orange bracelet
Separates us from them.
The walking condemned
Who march to their own beat
Hey, monsters in blue
Mad as a hatter
Are you
I’m pointing the finger at you
My loathing I can hardly contain
You think me insane
My clarity is so beyond your ability to see
I don’t play by your rules
Because you’re all fools
Your conformity is a deformity in this crazy world
Excuse me if I’m barking mad
And a trifle sad
This baptism by fire
Stirred my ire
You asked no questions, no need
Never asked how I plead
You took his word, unquestionably
Would you have done the same
If he were a she?
By just what authority
Do you throw out democracy?
Ball and chain
Is the name of your game
Monsters in blue
What did I do to you..
My anger quite soothing
Someone brings me a smoothie
Didn’t want to end on a sour note
But if I ever get my hands on your throat
I might squeeze
So, I'm down on my knees
Praying for deliverance
From you
Monster in blue.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
in the rubble of our hearts
we are surfeit,
barren edifices decry
past treasures; now forlorn-
forgotten.
those unwitting trojan horses
long usurpers of discord,
survey their kingdom whilst
a few survivors dream of spiritual renew
in this darkened unpredictable place.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Are your eyes open to what is going on
our country is being brought to it's knees
as housing shortfalls and higher taxes
and the influx of emigrants and refugees
Oh this politically inept government
are now overcrowding the streets of London
pushing people out of their long term homes
we have no choice now, something must be done
So we will do what we do best and incite rebellion
we need to turn our country upside down
bring all to account that have put us where we are today
those insipid ****** who wear the usurpers crown
We need to take our beloved country back
no more hiding in dark comers, it's time for us to attack
we must get the backing of our armies and more
there is no longer a choice left, but a new civil war
The war will be bitter and ******
yet there is no gain without pain
our hands will be blooded and cold
as all in this alliance do make heads roll
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Olympus is in mourning,
Pedestrian lowlifes have assumed,
Proportions only fit for dwellers,
Of that celestial firmament.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
as love holds you you abound
as love leaves you you soar
I awoke in the solace of western winds
this great libido of womb in kind
into her nature of the ever flowing air
of pedals blooming the all nurtured
of loving living humans being
I a rose blooming her scents intoxicating
the fragrance of life expounding
the created love of life living
lifting the rituals of life being
up up into the great winds of the west
the all giving of love the builder of Eternity
my memories now bound by binding
to the forces of life creations
the simple elements finding reason
to join to produce a journey
the west winds blowing bringing
life forces enhancing coupling
to produce the living rapture this
beings created an alive moment
to join another to create the on-living
moment of eternity our being
survives in love love
let the fragrant west winds nurture
natures all arise life arise flower power
be one arise ride the winds of the west
flowing all over the lands of love
over in on of... the lands
in the unknowing of each other
arise into the light of day
the living life nurtured Star rays
greeting the birds one and all
hopping walking on the Earth land
beaks pecking living life nurtured
left to fly a marvel to ride the winds above
flying thru gravity such love
to hold the Earth to the above
in western winds time for life
a day of our love to survive
share in life living creatures hue beings
reach out for love each and everyday
share your being with others all creatures
not alone hiding frightened loved loved
sharing humanity riding the winds of the west
arise thru education the teaching love existence
powerful binder of sharing creation
much to do to stop war against Earth nature
first stop pollution never use the Earth
that destroys what the Star produces
lift life above let her sun rays nurture
educate the science of Earth lead the way
survive above war and greed follow the Sun
arise come the hands of Earth await you
to hold your needs together the Earth offering
a shared ***** the life we chose to be
our hands the making of life together
stop the usurpers of earth power
stop money profits over Stars ray
hold life to this *****
stop the killing of earth resources
do this each and everyday
love our greatest resource gjmars 6/8/15
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
a spirits heart lingers
held by the creation of earth
to deny life the gift of the Stars
the universe all spirits memory
held in kind by the creation of Earth
whiling Universe remembers its birth first
the path altered by the powers of Earth
creation maligned by greed
life wealth in creation a power
to control destiny of being
denying the spirit forces of Eternity
the Stars and shards brilliant meanderings
to aline its dreams together in creation
yet life with held the glory of Eternity
Earth built its own realm
the Universe cosmic travelers beings
denied the living power of eternity
thru the makeup of Earth forces
usurpers of sovereignty tyranny power
over the minds of human beings
to divide by the pull of contrary forces
sustainability verses the power of god in heaven
yet the hearts pumping lingers rich
a river of blood the flowing filling
of beings body vessels carrying
the senses around n around
pushing the extremities
to hold this body in form
a chosen diet food of human made
carcinogens fermented waste drugs
addict-able for profit a being
manipulator driving life
pillage **** and taxation
to insanity to the end of humanity
a blood that ignores eternity
lets just arouse the passing of time
comfortably numb full of vice virtue
whose brain will save them
from themselves a tipping point
to return to the quest for Eternity
we are the pollution we have made
the Universe the Big Bang
we know no end no time for Eternity
a glow harp waits for time
glow harp glow gjmars 5/28/15
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Love, the eternal underprized God-word
has become today
mostly outmoded.
Alteration stains its disguised state, for
love, absurdly changed to shadows,
is merely pretence
and smells corroded.
Masquerading as depth with no worth
love lies weakened and is nothing
special, seen by some
as almost inept.
Left un-nurtured, this gift called love
withers when carnal lust invades
and fades its force to
rating mere second.
Desecration of words begets usurpers,
and non-use deteriorates power
when love is viewed
as fervor demeaned.
Once confessed love needs constancy,
otherwise as with any mistook
God-word, compromised
love becomes surreal.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
god's plucking petals from the sun again
and his sister's spinning something new;
beads and burs into silver strings
as only gods may do
the Great Aunt sings sordid smells
like scents spilled from the jewels
of little men of the stone tools
no magic for mortal fools, no
the Wizened Father flirts with Death
just to scorn his mother, the Lover
and she in turn ***** his skin off
just to feel it burn going down
the Kettle Kids quip about adult ****
that ought be kept out of the room
such nonsense makes goodly gods grim
and sentences us all to doom
rebellion!--cast down idols in scorn
lashes! many and long as millennia
spent idle in heaven's tomb
break the womb of spirit stew
that cesspool what begot these fools
burning stakes into hearts awake
with the fire of bothersome issues
destroyers and usurpers, curse them!
cut them down two sizes smeared
cream their corpses into copses
of deep and dark and buried fears
forget, forget, good children
about whatever you may hear
coming from the brimstone basement
we locked up just for you, dear
we teach our children unknowable fear
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
An Exercise in Alliterative Acrostics.
Ernie, ebulliently enthused,
But battered and bruised,
Understandably uneasy and upset.
Leaves lustful Larry, a ***** lad,
Lasciviously longing to live
Innocuously. Ivan, integratesvolves integrating
Every expeditious and essential
Needed necessities, necessary to negate
Terrible teasing Thomas, to terminate
All appropriate and aggravating
Noisy Norman notes! No negotiations can negate
Diabolical devilish deeds. Determination dictates
Exuding excessive energy, exterminates and excoriates
Nasty native nonentities. No naive niceties
Tackle tricky testy tasks, for tender tendencies,
Having hyperbole hopes, are hypothetically helpless
Unless usurpers unveil unsung university union
Sympathisers, seeking salvation, as sympathising.
Evangelists, exemplary and enthusiastic experts
Doctors, and dentists doggedly determine details definitely decide,
Ebullience and Enthusiasm exist!
Rhymer. March 10th, 2018.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants
those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze
the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries
soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools
sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show
The magic of minds invigorated anew
knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings
midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old
new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance
versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds
Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre
ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables
the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able
Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf
one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas
My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds
oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding
the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds
confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers
the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded and calm
Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances
nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant
or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs
bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride
sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free
So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow
base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts
incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals
ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger
nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst
mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC