Best Highjacked Poems

(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic

visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield at dusk, the thrum
of nature all abuzz didst feed thine
dizzily...

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Being
         a 
      Little
   Abstract
   Whacked
      and
   Cracked.

          I
   Snatched
...

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The Valley Of Love And Delight':

An anniversary feting mine birth (date),
a plan we almost didst ditch
nonetheless the general game plan 
soared like an Eagle,
and went off swimmingly (into a dive)
hence we chose Wegman's with doll finned porpoise
minus a sue per stevedore tailored hitch

cuz the China...

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On a runway suited to launch anyone to anywhere in the world;
On a jet plane engineered and well equipped to take me there;
Without a doubt, I was determined to be a world traveler.

I dreamed, prepared, and was driven to be the best.
My biggest supporters were...

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BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
May it be well defined , refined, and touched by the Divine                            ...

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A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only...

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Moneylender seems me Pickpockets 
When they lend money on variable rates,
And charge their hidden costs. 
They promised to charge lower rates,
But sometimes their costs are the cost of life.
I applied mortgage on variable rates with C & G,
When Bank of England raised quarter percent rate,
The...

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Wasted man in a wasted land
He got no hope of survival
Cos his country is highjacked
By corrupt leaders 
Who never care about the benefits
Of their people
But their own selfish interest
He got no job 
So each moment he is always
On alcohol
Drinking away his pains sorrows and agony...

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The First Responders

By Franklin Price

6/12/2019


The Day was nine-eleven, the year two thousand one

Twin towers in Manhattan, down before the setting sun

Each was penetrated, by a commercial highjacked plane

Flown by U.S. hating terrorists, who no longer would refrain.


Alarms were sounded for the scene, first reponders made...

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Money is evil, makes us crave things we lack
We start out sane, then turn into a raving maniac
Greed is foremost
Doing our utmost
To seem normal but our morals have been highjacked...

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Heroes are masked, monosyllabic but super.
The rat gangs obviously
are bad news and apparently
loose and reprehensible,
most are irredeemably dead-eyed.

It's on!

Action demands reaction,
busters need something to bust.
Make-believe peddles a glossy fantasy
until reality accommodates,
comes true
arrives not in good and bad costumes
but anonymously in SUV's, stolen bikes,
and highjacked Lincolns.

It...

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Consider our conscience highjacked by
The author that dwells in the deep of
Our cranium, how we think creates
The burden of our actions.
We conversed back and forth
Walking to and fro 
But when we go knowing
The depths of the unknown,
We will still never know the unfathomable.
Speak to yourselves...

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Trade center image with smoke billowing on live TV coverage, watching in terror unable to 
move.
Who would do such a horrible act and Why??
With my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes, wishing to help in some way.

The unthinkable happens-the towers fall with...

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Propaganda
  
It is a cold day, no more sitting on the terrace
watching ships sailing by and dreaming of the old days.
With little to do, I watched on Netflix about the making of the Nazi party.
Time was hard in Germany people were looking for a...

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God took a vacation
when time had run out
Rethinking his opus
replanning devout

His Angels in limbo
the devil on leave
Heaven a sublet
sin now reprieved 

Faith worn and tattered
the bible debunked
Crusades a bad memory
the Grail marked as junk

He orders a cocktail
the waitress comes back
A napkin — her number
salvation highjacked

(The...

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