Best Commandeers Poems

Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
  visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
  her private retreat, only I can see

She commandeers my yard militarily
  hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever seeking bark or twig assiduously
  to feather her penthouse...

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‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains while Berlin falters from grace

The...

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Gray clouds clot, choking a waning sun;
dissolving shadows, that the day won.

As the coming storm evokes despair
birds fall silent; in the somber air.

Gaia showers where wet skies are bled,
while mournful trees gather tears to shed.

In a shroud of mist, deprived of light,
Nature's flowers keep their...

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In class, the aerodynamics of thought -
the engineer commandeers our papers.
She wears a blindfold over mouth and nose,
trains us on how to crease and navigate.

The solid white and dotted lines, on course.
Teach’ will enforce sans imagination.
Argumentation on the plane - not good.
It will set sail...

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September sixteenth, wedding change of gears.
I wait my turn an usher by my side.
Surprise! my arm, the groom now commandeers.
Revised rehearsal plan requests his bride,
a special treat for mom moves me to tears.

September 16, 2022

remembrance of 22 years ago, my son 
escorts me to my...

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'...stick with me baby, I'm the guy
    that you came in with.'
    Luck Be A Lady Tonight - Frank Sinatra


The way she twists her hair
and places back that wayward 
wisp behind her ear, the way she 
checks her face...

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The way she twists her hair
and places back that wayward 
wisp behind her ear, the way she 
checks her face in every mirror.

How she shimmers to the ladies' 
room to re-apply her lipstick, 
or she lingers irresistibly
as you politely hold the door ajar.

The way she...

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12/06/2020 03:41 PM.

Imagine a long and winding line
all the way to Jabip
upon the handle of small grocery cart
envision mine white knuckle grip,
as the misses commandeers
moseying up and down every single aisle,
whereby an electrocardiogram
would indicate spiky sinusoidal blip.

I experience social anxiety
and feel like screaming aloud,
particularly when...

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A delightfully deep azure blue sky commandeers the aurora borealis
Somber Swedes slumber in used pup tents, unaware of this beauty
Visitors stare into the night, hoping to capture the sight forever
Some use film, but it is not 3-d, so it does not capture the ambiance.

No one...

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How many times do I start to quickly and easily reply
To a comment and realize with a humdrum of a sigh
That it has become part of a poem insisting to be let out
So I hurry to a blank page, and throw it down with a...

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The way she twists her hair
and places back that wayward 
wisp behind her ear, the way she 
checks her face in every mirror.

How she shimmers to the ladies' 
room to re-apply her lipstick, 
or she lingers, irresistible,
as you politely hold the door ajar.

The way she...

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This happens daily.
We are all in the lunchroom 
Laughing and having a great time
Co-workers who truly like being together

When Miss Doom and Gloom Enters.
She is full of worst scenario stories, and she
Begins to tell them, not stopping for breath.
All conversation comes to a halt as...

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My third cousin Ivanic has IMM Disorder.
Without pausing for breath, he commandeers all conversations.
Family reunions are ruined because no one else can speak.
His mother, Elzoretta says “Go sit somewhere else Ivanic!”

Ivanic has hundreds of degrees; he is an expert on everything.
He does not interrupt you,...

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Kim commandeers hallway sockets in her high-rise
with a microwave to reduce her electric
bills: frozen dinners cooked outside her apartment.

An icy day clouds the sun seen through a window
of the building. Kim's smile captures the sun
racing across the sky to crack its disc

on her face, her...

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the words coagulate, stuck
in the back of my throat, I choke
on the words I cannot seem to
acknowledge, articulate, remember.
aphasia commandeers my body as her vessel
inarticulate and mute
and in so much pain
but she doesn't seem to care.
when it matters all the soliloquies falter
and stumble from my...

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