Best Commandeer Poems

That other world
is out there, beyond the quiet
I keep bubbled around me,
the noise growing louder along
the flag strewn streets,
banging drums marshaling
the inflamed minds of the masses.
Something has gone wrong.
I no longer feel I belong.

I keep my door closed
and curtains drawn to shut out
the anger from...

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bare up to listen if you dare
to words of poets spoken so rare

within these words chosen with care
timeless messages encoded there

our hearts to the depths of love untold
with in words secrets attempt to unfold

fragility of hearts made of glass
often broken by unnoticed pass

our pride in...

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She’s too far gone, away from me and what was to be.
All the many moments that glimmered gold and ran free
Through the beginning of a beautiful bond begun
In the café that Tuesday with a simple smile that spun
My worn out world upside down. I had...

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Going to America

“One’s country is the country where one fares best.”
Greek Proverb

It was from there to here
Nowhere near, my dear
And, from here to there
It would appear
We could never quite clear.
So to stay back there was a life of drudge and fear
And to move out was...

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Free Power
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Clandestine meeting between
the Orvatech Corp. and the Celestial Military Command
Date: 04.24.2258


General Avar, the High General: The third trial test run has been successfully
concluded. What are the recommendations, gentlemen.

Dr. Quintas, the lead scientist: The fifth generation cybersolderies are ninety
percent combat ready. There is a ten percent...

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Dad, 

I want to break you out of here—
commandeer the ludicrous 
toddler-pink wheelchair 

and roll you over the salt-sprayed hills
where Camas choirs sing out indigo

hues, beneath your opus scribed
upon the dawning crimson blaze 
you crave . . . like air

each laboured breath  
a decrescendo...

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If I Were a Man, I'd:
     Never purchase another dress,
     chop the heels off my stilettos,
     burn every pantyhose in the house,
     allow my ears to close their portals,
...

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A frying dying yolk of sun winks at the dimming eve, the runaway ocean breeze… surf rushing, gushing over under feet; memories savor washing, cleansing conscious sweet 

Falling motion slowing backward hands reaching, grasping for the cool bathing crystal blue rolling and strolling out from...

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I cant live with my profound instability  
I cant be the poison and the remedy
I can inform, enlighten, give an idea;
cant explain how my reality's so severe
Not willing to accept that I am actually an addict
That my day to day life is controlled by...

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There once was a nation that was like a beautiful tall sailing ship
It’s mast were like redwood trees lined up in a forest
They bore the stainless white sails of opportunity to catch the winds of adventure and prosperity

This nation that was like a beautiful tall...

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Form: Monorhyme
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear

Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads

The 60's, the freedom, they tried with defiance
The ones in power had them silenced

Like darwins theory of evolution
We are born for the...

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Sometimes I feel like a ship.
A big empty ship, torn sails,
all messed up from crashing myself into rocks and other crap.
Meanwhile, while I'm out weathering this stormy sea all alone all the other ships at the harbor just sailing around with their beautiful perfect sails,...

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You commandeer my thoughts
no matter where I am or what I do,
each day you carry me away.
I am happily kidnapped,
held hostage by love.

Tethered to me,
though the umbilical 
long ago was severed,
there is a cord no one else can see
binding you tightly to me.
Even though one...

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Ars Longa

It finally happened!
Someone in the East Wing
Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant
a la de Kooning.

A blond with Vogue patterns
is crouched on the hall--
She's eyeing a Van Gogh
eyeing her from the wall.

We judge from the blushes
of blue-rinsed ladies in fur
Rude comments were made
on the...

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