Best Commandeering Poems
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics
The wasps are back
in full force
commandeering my porch
They do this yearly
They buzz my ears
terrorizing me
trying to chase me back into the house
so they can have the porch for themselves
I paid for the porch
not completely, but I am still paying for it.
not the wasps
I look at the can of wasp spray
which two of the wasps are examining
One on each side
They are possibly
much more intelligent than I.
??? ???? ?????? ??????
The Wandering Yogi
From city to city, from every town to town
Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown.
His allegiance goes to the exalted one, not any nobility nor the crown.
The mysterious venture itself is a compass – forever trailing up and down.
He vision’s more to the sandstorm than just the sands might.
What he really seeks is the commandeering winds, hidden from man’s sight.
For he is like a moth, forever trying to follow the mystical light.
A servant of humanity, here to douse out ones fiery plight.
The mystical light to him, is like the sweet essence of nectar to a bee
His journey has no fragrant flower to guide the way, only his heart must see.
The burden of Caste, Creed and Colour cannot weigh him down – forever he is free.
These bitter ingredients are for his pestle and mortar, mixed together to serve he.
Always alert, always ominous. Wary of the treacherous thorns.
Even the smallest prickle can poisonously permeate – towards the path of the one with horns.
Decorating his path to God for others to follow – moving on as he adorns.
And for those who have permanently set their ship astray – he shall set up half mast, for he mourns.
From sunrise to sunset. From a healthy youth to a venerable age.
Adhering to his spiritual principals. A beacon of knowledge – a mystical sage.
Until he reaches his beloved, his only shelter against this life is faith and a hermitage.
Walking steadfast on an arduous journey of pain and languish – travelling away from life’s cage. The Wandering Yogi.
Feedback would be great!
ANNOYING GAME
Annoying Game
Cheers
quite annoying
voices mutter
quiet chatter
huddled in confusion
Boring broadcasters
feigns excitement
children watching
not so mellow drama
The curse preventing
Felix the cat's first act
more chatter accompanies
horrible organ music.
Resounding cheers
Greeks speaks
plays called.
"he walks the bases "
on cleats.
Dinner is served
on T.V. trays
Uncle does not move
He sits on the throne
commandeering black
and white screens
with rabbit ears.
I wait for the final cheers
Of the win, Yes, It’s over
or the Boo's for losers
Baseball, way to ruin
a child's summer.!
angst, body, cry, hurt, imagery, insect, war,
DODOITSU
(A MOSQUITO'S LAMENT)
THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB ©
This sacrificial lamb starts
An aggressive night ensues
Mosquito’s ‘ding’ clarifies
Dinner is almost served!
TAKE COVER! ©
I’m a prisoner trenched down
Under cover of ‘sheeted' white
Less the incoming wine made
Mosquitoes blood bath!
DON’T SCRATCH! ©
Never scratch mosquito bites
Her taste that got me to itch
Her siren call wined the night long
But her bite remains!
THE ‘VAMP’ COMES WOOING! ©
Her ‘vamp’s’ lick plagues me still
She has sucked me dry of blood
I was her menu this night
***** left me an itch!
I AM HER MARK! ©
The insanity of her wine
A war siren at best call
Warns me she is to strike again
She needs to feed to feed young
And I am her mark!
INVASION ‘BITES’ ©
Summers heat holds cries for ‘arms’
Mosquito’s invasion scores
Her sacrificial lambs are’ feed’
Blood she craves for youngsters
Gives them tastes for more!
OH THAT ITCHES! ©
Her mark is dotted on the spot
Her small wounds itch to be scratched
This ‘calling-card’ of her bites
Her return for blood is made
Her young will need feed!
TAKE COVER! ©
Midnight swarms with bloody fare
Sirens are set to wine and worn
Attacks are brutal and stun
No matter what order taken
Bug spray, slaps, or cover!
A SIREN’S WARNINGS!’ ©
Attacks overhead strikes a bite
Spent siren wines forewarning
That gains a mosquitoes’ win
Its advantage strike!
MOSQUITO ANGST ©
It takes the metal out of fight
When over taken by tiny mites
Commandeering from overhead
With intolerable sirens
Before the attack!
I smile at you when you aren’t looking.
The set of your mouth, as it furrows irresistibly
Commandeering your face into the desired degree
Of aloof concentration. Chin in hands, you rove about
A world I catch only in glimpses,
As it scintillates through the reflection in your incessant clarity.
I can see the glaze slipping as you fight your way
Through the glossy clouds that feather in overlapping layers
On your perception –I can see the radiance begin to focus
From the lucid orbs that center your face -unclenching as it emerges
Reluctantly from where it had seeped its inspiration –penetrated
To the profundity of your being.
I strain to catch that first flicker of warmth –the spellbound rebirth
Of the halcyon element I scorch myself with
Beyond the beyond the beyond –
But never scar.
It’s rending the fetters that closed behind it,
I can feel the crisp distance congeal
As it prepares to receive a dawn –
My face blazes with a sudden knowledge:
For one frozen moment, sluggish rays already frothing
Just beneath the surface, my breath petrifies as I
Inhale a fear that I will desecrate this magic –
That your perfection –exquisite to the point of pain –
Will dissipate –marred by an irreverent worth.
An emblem of stillness, I rasp over edges of milliseconds
-the tingling plunge that precedes all fall or flight-
Your eyelids lift, echoes of recognition bouncing
As I leadenly raise answering gaze to hem in selfish supplication.
Locked, your icy awe exults without breaking –
You answer my smile, as I gasp through gritted teeth.
We laugh about anything and nothing, I catch hold of my shreds again.
-inconsequential exhilaration-
The serpentine and ageless liquid
mercurial possessed snake
eternally swallowed
since the beginning of time
one unquenchable thirst to gorge and slake
slurping up an icy cold mountainous pebbly shake
yet fresh as an irish spring
using thy tongue o gaelic spake
then tumbling down into the cavernous abyss
subsequently carving
a deep criss cross patchwork
across the rock hard rugged topography
like the handiwork of some invincible force
commandeering a humungous rake
affixing legendary signature
quasi-indelible grooves
only for the near indomitable
chiseled masterpiece
to be erased, twisted then wrenched
by that natural landscape altering phenomena
identified as an earth quake
creating a fresh tabula rasa to begin anew
inviting waters from on high to carve
from the ebbing and flowing millennial currents
which eventually find a more direct course
beginning as trickling creek
swells from winter rains
and thence in summer while the sun doth bake
when flora blooms and fauna prance
the firmament then abandons
bent elbow oxbow lake
as a former bend in the river.
frum - thhis hen pecked bantam
which spouse will never hush
and let me concentrate at some endeavor
but please DO NOT consider me a lush
nor believe this mainline/ lower merion resident lives plush
for his values quite out of sync with majority in a rush
to chase the ole might buck
if quiet, you can hear the whoosh!
I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander
He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people
He stop the terrorist from commandeering and high jacking the plane
The pilot was shot in the back of the head and the last terrorist vaporize by our savior red shiny eyes
The plane was damage beyond repair somewhere around forty thousand feet in the air; give or take.
True colors started to emerge from beneath the underbelly of a damage inner diamond core soul
His partner Maeve attempted to save two young souls from utter destruction and non-existence but her request were denied
If Homelander had allowed the two souls to be saved more than likely they would have reveal to the entire world his true identity and secret
Which were that among us mortal being on this planet we call home there lies a demon in out mist who is covered in rose pedals and love by it's citizens
Abandoning all those doom souls I watched from both near and afar as did most others in utter disbelief and horror
With great powers comes great responsibility or so I were told; yet the utter disregard for human souls hunts me even to this day
The screams for a savior that never were; a pretender cloak in a super hero's uniform flew away as quickly as he could with his partner in crime
The plane continue to fall further and further as the wind sheer started to blow away the fuselage and the plane begin to break up
My powers of teleportation were of no used to these doom souls as they only allowed for me to utilized this incredible ability
I had sat quietly as the carnage which is Homelander and his partner Maeve left all those people to die; the darkness of evil I had witness among others
Even closer to the ocean now I could smell the salt water fumigating through the cracks and broken glass windows as the plane continue to break apart
The neutral evil which is what Homelander personifies nauseated me to my core as I teleported away in shame to one of the Hawaiian beaches and yet the nightmare will forever remain.
Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 9.24.2020
I am intolerant of people who make a meeting last two extra hours.
Asking inane questions that pertain to only them.
And of the leaders of the meeting who allow them to take over.
Commandeering the rest of us.
Some think I am rude when I leave at the scheduled time.
Half of the other participants follow me out.
There you are your the grandest,
The Everything, the propagandist,
The created not the creator
Manifested from the dictator.
I don’t believe in magic,
Nor bigotry from the tragic.
I don’t believe in fairy tales,
Those threats from all the scary tales.
Spread throughout like wild fires,
By preachers and beguiled liars.
Evolved in time to infect the mind,
To embrace and destroy all mankind.
There you are you’re the gravity.
The atoms in every cavity.
You’re the cells in all things living
You’re the notes in all things singing.
You’re the great mathematical equations,
And the shy and cowardly evasions.
You’re the inspired of love and poetics,
And the envy of all those pathetic.
You’re The Everything that’s near and far,
The commandeering earring star.
From time’s first breath to breathless end,
The analogy we all pretend.
A delusion that saves us from ourselves,
For comfort and protection in our shells.
A voice to convince us we’re not alone,
To soothe the guilt and feel atoned.
There you are you’re The Nothing,
The deception and all the bluffing.
So leave and let us live,
Let the heavens not forgive.
The world has grown up now,
The magic is no longer needed.
I don’t believe in magic.
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit
“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiate as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence”jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-shap) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill mannered, bad tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began;
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.
Apart from once in fifty-nine
For reasons lost in time;
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
And The Chattahoochee Crocs
Have squared off in heated competition
every year.
The rules; written on a napkin
from the Rutabaga New Cafe,
and framed by Fred the Frame
are simple:
Meet once a year on Labor Day
A team of five (ladies now allowed)
Last years winner host, at their expense;
the loser chooses the new challenge,
with no repeats allowed.
Once volleyball, dodgeball, baseball
And almost anything else you can do
with a ball, bat, feet, head, and arms
Had been exhausted;
The challenges became, let's say;
somewhat bizarre.
In the heat of twenty-nineteen
Snowball fighting was, surprisingly
won by home team, Crocs.
The Fuzzy Socks not anticipating
The commandeering of Carluccio's
Ice truck for the event - nothing in the rules!
The following year the 'Socks
won blindfolded pitch and putt
but by default; when Anna May
Knocked out Birdie Blaire - sliced ball!
Sycnchonised swimming in seventy-three
That was a hoot and nearly came to blows.
A new rule was added,
sorry, not mentioned earlier:
No competitions that require a judgment call!
More work for Fred the Frame.
The events were friendly; usually!
Oh, there was the cheating scandal
when Crocs; accused of entering a ringer;
Big Red Jock McTavish
in the toothpick tossing challenge
had to provide ID and quickly.
Thank you, Photoshop and Kinkos.
Worm charming in sixty-three went to the Fuzzy Socks
Who won again in sixty-four; Toe wrestling,
and sixty-five for Cellphone tossing - bad call.
The Crocs finally broke their winning streak,
when Aldon Ardy; who won Cherry pit spitting,
became a local hero and invented
Aldons pitless cherry pies!
Embarrassments for both abound;
the Crocs lost Rolling in the Grits
and Fuzzy Socks the raisin flicking.
Yet still, they meet each and every year
passing the challenge on
to kids and grandkids too
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
and The Chatahoochie Crocs.
fuzzy socks and crocs Poetry Contest; honorable mention.
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Date wrote: 15-June-2021
The glory of America,
now heats up
with agitation poised
to strike on the brink
sans legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration
as fete accompli chink
in armor of Democratic rubric,
constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic,
and jingoistic logic,
nor budging an inch
when mandating masses
swallow his drink
what huff huck –
this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hellraiser doth
bungle in the jungle
decreeing tacit Marshall law
fast as a shutterfly eyewink
as his cosmic crotch grab
doth put Venus under his sway
with his Mercury hill temperament
pitches the orbit of planet Earth
tubby comb out of balance
infected by hiz anti Jew pitter
damnations, excoriations, fulminations
Huzzah sing how whiz derriere
didst Sat urn simultaneously
crushing crucible as an Uranus
indiscriminately plopping
two hundred fifty pounds of flesh
doubling down humming
his favorite Neptune
that dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea
repeating a self coined motto –
I yam almighty, therefore no fink
simply commandeering the reins of control,
a one man military intelligence groupthink
hut triad and true dyed in the wool
rip pug in ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink
king the die hard fans of dictatorial,
linkedin and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving on
wielding indomitable aggression
practiced in the Art of the Deal
incorporating an unanticipated jink
iron fist rule reigning down
vis a vis pro pens heave lee
and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval,
which scribbled signature
doth not smooth arctic monkey
serve hay puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze
catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States
of America will become hell
in a handbasket worth repeating
with nary a trace of the grit of link
kin, the sixteenth president,
(whose ruggedly pioneering frontier existence)
found him steady and strong,
plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink
the epitome of this forty fifth
elected commander in mischief.
she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,
hauteur cloaked with reticence,
her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable
official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts
Bravado of naughtiness in candour yet tacit
“Free me to free me”, rants in melancholy
as ignorance upsets sorts of sort
Insensibility of differentiating as angels often tastes the gall
By routines of cataract long glare
Sends nostalgia down their spines
Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals
Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature
Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers
Finding Mutual grounds for their victims
Causing higgledypiggledy where there exist no war
For a suspected compromise of morals
Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls
Where decorum is not a schoolmaster
As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time
With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy
First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur
And guilt cautioned not her thigh with an avalanche of showy attire of a seductress
advertorials of “buried innocence” jagged in curved carbuncle front and back
Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen
double-faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude
as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-sharp) appointments arranged or rearranged
Ill-mannered, bad-tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies
Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant