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 a passing mob,
reinforce the boundaries of my home
with walls of books. They have
marched through and littered
all the lovely places
where I once walked, covered
beauty with garish signs.
Something has gone wrong.
I no longer feel I belong.
Out there, all seems to be
of no worth unless shackled
to a cause. Tribal camps yell
obscenities across the lines
of division and commandeer
their gods to mouth
a sanctioned hate.
Something has gone wrong.
I no longer feel I belong.
And what can I do
but play with a frail voice
and think of what could be
and on dark days,
take hope and defiance
in the gentle arms
of Emily Dickinson's poetry.
Categories:
commandeer, anger, hope, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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 country, family and God
rarely is seen the road we trod
giving life , health and limbs for strangers
all the time knowing the dangers
words that rang out within our hearts
words from poets and prayers impart
what once was living; resurected by art
the plain, the shy, the cowardly depart
leaving the brave, the hero's, the ledgends of heart
to fight, to wittness the cruelty of Satans art
and of life there are many themes
each and every one pretaining to thee
for there is nothing new under the sun
for every battle there is a victory won
to be a hero or a martyr
some they know not
but for the principle
the reason they fought
it mattered not the reward they got
but what was right, was right and life mattered not
weather battlefield or police shootout
they fought
over a little piece of land
their parents bought
poets know justice is from the heart
and pens telling the story is our part
when justice is justice
and laws are unjust
the feelings poets commandeer
and rush
Categories:
commandeer, allegorylife, words, life, poets,
Form:
Couplet
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 coffee she had tea.
Eventually, the stars slid through her hourglass and she
Grew tired of the toiling and holding on to a dream of me,
More mature—more sane. I wonder if anything can be done;
She’s too far gone
To even listen to the desperate desperation in my plea
To commandeer change, in a heart willing to make her see
That we had it all and understand the love still left undone.
Apologies! To the empty promises always kept—you never won!
A fight about fate, our future—anything! Now I see, and must agree;
She’s too far gone.
Categories:
commandeer, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
Rondeau
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 to cut the chord so dear.
We dream a trip from there to here,
It is far, nowhere near, we fly to another sphere
But we are determined to go on, to persevere
We overcome all obstacles and trounce fear.
But, on occasion, we forget and yearn for the old home
We drift into forbidden territory
The land we left to search and wonder
Gets hold of our heart, the tears flow, we regret and worry.
Stay back with a steady job year after year
Or move out and get lost, or labor up in towers, fields or ships,
Work in mines or machines that press and grind or crush and bind
Get lost in books or prayers and see the Truth come near
Earning respect, wisdom, friends, some cash and cheer.
No earthly power could commandeer the heart
That seeks and strives and then wipes that diamond tear.
So, we are here, my dear – we’ll never disappear
We made a choice and we’ll keep it to the capstone year.
Categories:
commandeer, absence, adventure, career, emotions,
Form:
Bio
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
from this eighth-floor window
Categories:
commandeer, daughter, father, life,
Form:
Free verse
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,
and use pinking shears on all the bras.
If I were a man, I’d:
Place my jewelry up for grabs,
cart the curlers over to Goodwill,
paint the town with cosmetics,
and visit the barber for a buzz cut.
If I were a man, I’d:
Buy cowboy boots, a straw hat,
season tickets to baseball,
and a zero-turn lawnmower.
If I were a man, Id:
Control the remote at all times,
commandeer the recliner,
sit however I please, with perfect ease,
and change my name from Cona to Chuck.
If I were a man, I’d:
Reserve the right;
to track mud into the house,
leave drawers/doors standing open,
leave clothes/shoes lying where they drop,
control the money, and always ask,
“What’s for dinner?”
Categories:
commandeer, humor, woman,
Form:
Free verse
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 the shoreline sand in sand
Empty, now imaginary imprints beaches once filling now fading footprints the lost summer you were still a girl pure and passionate I was developing into becoming a man
The gulls knew the secret of our lost summer place, obscuring dunes topped with pastel seas of greens grass, for no apparent sudden reason I glimpse the clouds that align revealing splendors of tender draped familiar face of a distancing past
Forever eyes so very forever lost when gazing upon you and overwhelmed by your sweet and sickly taste, our souls intertwining within the four corners of our world the beach blanket redefining complexities of the here and now time and the you and I space
As we commandeer commanding the universe to cease for an another noon, seizing, kidnapping each hour from the keeper as we continue drowning into each other’s pools surrendering to the longing yearning witnessing crowning glory beneath the dancing beams of hazing maroons...
Categories:
commandeer, lost love, sweet, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
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 a habit
Over indulgence in substance abuse
Determined by no reasonable excuse
Taunted by inner demons I have created
Suffer of Psychotic schizophrenia; drug related
Will power ceases to exist never to reappear
Self control lost with the inability to commandeer
Sobriety brings lack of interest, days mundane
From the daily use of speed i must refrain
The need for a high overcomes any felt lows
No lesson learnt from how bad my mind goes
My own worst enemy from drug dependency
No one else to blame because of ascendancy
ever seeking that intoxicating rush and feeling
until i realise that its from addiction i need freeing.
Categories:
commandeer, addiction, deep, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
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 revolution
There is too much pain in the world we've created
The ones who have tried have been banished and sedated
With antidepressants, Ritalin and crack
A lot of the indigos have been held back
This change will come, but take many a year
When it is over, they'll be no more fear
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Vanaheim be the gate ye see elated
Bravery and courage is what did appear
Appearance just like that one of Paul Revere
Remember now what he had advocated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
First of course he was moving in high gear
Gravity of mission not understated
Streaking across the western hemisphere
His words could be heard cyrstal clear
It's time for you to be all federated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
His words ran faster than speed of a light year
Ringing that all had become emancipated
So, to all take your own regins to commandeer
Just go tell fear to get the heck out of here
Cause now you know, I am associated
Light flashes in the southern hemisphere
Now you can continue to fly down the track
Categories:
commandeer, adventure, community, , western,
Form:
Villanelle
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 of you
has passed beyond earthly touch,
it will be forever such.
Three times my heart was invaded,
captured,
by love larger than me persuaded.
Sweet baby love, dependent,
I would be your champion still,
keep you safe, your dreams fulfill.
May 22, 2022
Categories:
commandeer, child, love, mother, passion,
Form:
Free verse
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, and fresh paint, and usually a captain who would make Fabio jealous!
They sail around with their captain and crew on deck.
Yet here I am, oh don't mind me, I'm just here for when you need someone to tow your ship back to the harbor when yal have had to much......salt water!
Or you need to borrow something.......you want to use my anchor fine, use it,
I hope you anchor somewhere desolate, where mad men live, they commandeer you, torture you in some random act of barbarianism, somewhere lost at sea, attacked by evil pirates with bad breath and one eye Kirk just stares at you the whole time!
Even if that did happen not sure I'd feel any better I'd still be out here in this big ocean trying to find my way to a nice quiet harbor somewhere far away from the others, pretty sure I'd get tired of them shooting off their loud a** cannons all the time,
showing off how 'rad' they are * in my frat boy voice*
What if I need a crew sometimes maybe my anchor gets stuck and I need help?
They would just let me sink, fine, go ahead,
but someday I will shoot off my cannons and well...not sure how the harbor will be after that!
Categories:
commandeer, sea,
Form:
Bio
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 audio tour.
The guards commandeer
Donatellos for targets
and are cleaning their pistols
with snips of Vermeer.
The staff in the Art Shoppe
is selling originals
and hanging the copies
in Gallery Five.
They're burning the Monets
they've tattooed Apollo,
crowds clamor outside
to get in on the fun.
Cars circle the gallery
in infinite coils--
curbside parturitions
here a boy there a girl.
Categories:
commandeer, art, culture, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
A SIMPLE ACT OF MUTINY
I was a mate among a crew, it was in my younger years
when I was raw and restless and served aboard a privateer.
I stood accused of mutiny, I'd called my conscience up to arms
and tried to commandeer my ship away from certain harm.
The captain was a madman, he had us in desperate straits,
war winds blew against us and we sailed a sea of hate.
Though I was bound before him, I could see too he was chained
to a sorry sense of duty that had driven him insane.
I knew his orders came to him from a high command
and sensed upon his shoulder a hidden bloody hand.
It was plain that dark intrigues raged above our ranks
and no matter what did or said I was to be outflanked.
He made his case against me, as I stood before the mast
and I said these words in my defense before my lot was cast.
"It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms
and try and commandeer your ship away from certain harm.
I will not pull upon an oar that will row this ship
off the edge or eternity and into history's crypt.
and by no authority will I unfurl a sail
that will blow us to extinction in the crosswinds of this gale."
I was ordered set adrift and went without a qualm
though the sea raged about me the storm within me calmed.
It's not an act of mutiny to call your conscience up to arms
and try to commandeer your ship away from certain harm.
Categories:
commandeer, introspection, sea, me, sea,
Form:
Couplet
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Used for many tools.
Dancing all around them.
Cautious of you fools.
I'm dancing in a toolbox,
frightened for my life.
Just a tiny jewel,
set; a tray of strife.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Looking for some help.
Waiting for my parents;
to commandeer my health.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YELLING for my friends.
Who will come and help me?
Save me from these ends.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YES. I am.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
A CARPENTER.
THE END.
Categories:
commandeer, angst, passion, work
Form:
Couplet
~ When allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force,
the blood of British sons infuse the sand.
They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course
for they have failed to gain the upper hand.
And so they wait as consequences ride
upon a horse the devil painted red.
They watch in angst as hope and hell collide
thus, knowing not if promise lies ahead.
But desperation ferries through the wind
as urgent prayers befall a patron’s ear.
Your British proud shall bring them home again
on any vessel faith can commandeer.
The second seal released death at your door
but hope abides along the Dunkirk shore.
Categories:
commandeer, world war ii,
Form:
Sonnet