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 green jovial mien
unlike mean Gary Lewis
veritable innocence and naiveté
rollicked with mine lanky frame
relishing ambling into my own quietude
an infinite breadth, length and scope
of infrequently trammeled near virgin
woodland paths grown over with brambles
nonetheless a faintly trussed harbinger
marked by weatherbeaten
for sale signposts
with here and there an abandoned plow
long since given over
to rust when the pasture
seasons elapsed since
farmer(s) left unharvested
fecund fields absent
the cloven hoof,
and deprived enrichment
manure, sans ungulates
ceased sufficing healthy
free ranging bovines,
where etudes punctuated
the terribly gross fresh air,
now no longer audibly quickening,
snapchatting, nor twittering
with the last word of a bluebird
deathly silence now 'cept
the wind in the willows
whispering woebegone laments
tree tops pining to cradle
idle youthful dreamers
boughs devoid of
psalm quivering romantic songstress
clattering debris merely
delivering echoed whooshing refrains
continually disintegrating among
in a disused graveyard
prescient ken aches with nostalgia
hallucinogenic nightmare slams
irrevocably shut the door in the dark
closed for good upon the onset,
wrought genocide against
the vanishing Red man,
a ghostly scarification meaningless ritual
wrested, removed, and highjacked
from indigenous peoples
without rhyme, nor reason
as fraternities no
longer pledge allegiance.
Categories:
highjacked, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegy
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 Jade restaurant
near Collegeville Redner's
nearly felt cold as ice dining niche
as if we accidentally
got highjacked to Siberia
where heat took precedence
verses restaurateur eatery reputable pitch
thus despite praise worthy Yelp reviewers,
whether they be named Poe or Rich
hard, earning their keep whose fingers
hut till lee diploid across
warp and weft to stitch
together disparate threads
weaving a webbed whirled Magnum Opus
where thoughts analogous
to this aspiring paperback writer exerts,
(whose muscles twitch)
in an attempt for phalanges
tortured as going every which
way with to craft a non ode us paean
from deep within thy bowel
applying me magical diving rod –
essentially a computerized dowel
which makes a dinging sound,
or emitting an odor most fetid and fowl
unintentionally inducing creatures
large and small to howl
at the abominable cursing and swearing
using languages that lack a vowel
sound - clouding ability to communicate
to remain steadfast
with intent thwarted by (third eye blind)
minor detour of fate
three doors down and celebrate modestly,
NEVER thought to "FAKE"
forgo wing NOR deferring
time to be spent with
a gluten and MSG free
NON GMO endearing sibling
NO whey iz she dee snide dour twisted sister
hood moost likely become irate
invested in marriage to a loving mate.
Categories:
highjacked, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Being
a
Little
Abstract
Whacked
and
Cracked.
I
Snatched
Eye
Contact
with
Distracted
Impact.
Enacting
an
Attack
on
a
Suggested
Sex
Act.
Interacting
with
Jam
Packed
Counter
Attacks.
The
Knack
of
being
Intellectually
Stacked.
Retracting
One
Tracked
Fraudulent
Facts.
Bushwhacked
and
Carjacked.
Transacting
Transparency
in
Outdated
Contracts.
Attracted
by
the
Unbacked
Smack
of
Inexact
Yak.
Sidetracked
and
Highjacked
by
a
Prepackaged
Jackass!
Categories:
highjacked, art, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Free verse
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 my Lord and my mom, and
such support would come to be the 'one sustaining anchor'
for my soul to successfully launch my dream and chosen work.
I had a model for success, and he was my human hero.
Others had charisma and showmanship. My hero had
character and humility, ingredients that I knew were
required for the kind of success that I was seeking.
Not long after launching, there was lots of turbulence,
but that was only the beginning of 'dream-altering'.
The plane was highjacked, and I along with hundred
of others were blindfolded. The pilot was forced to land
in a desert.
From that day forward, my dreams, like paper planes
we made as kids didn't fly; neither did many parts
of my dream that became a nightmare. But we kept
making paper planes..
Remember this: The vast majority or nearly every plane
that launches also lands safely. However, 100% of planes
that do not launch, never land. Life happens and throughout
my journey, I have learned that 'dreams that turn into nightmares
do not have to make me a nightmare'. By God's Grace alone, I
weathered the storms, and in spite of all that went supposedly
wrong, God has been good all along the journey. Launch!
081122PSCtest, PAPER AIRPLANES, John Lawless
Fiction based on truth
Categories:
highjacked, confidence, courage, dream,
Form:
Verse
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
May it be well defined , refined, and touched by the Divine Be certain you are not deceived and cleverly led into decline
Remember the past, not allowing it to be repeated and leave you defeated, broken hearted, and grieving
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
The lines of deception are cruel, making us blind But the lines of truth are kind and well defined
May it not put you even further beneath May you be made stronger and not weak
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
Do not seek to place yourself on a throne Consider the common good more than your own
Do not allow it to be corrupted and highjacked Labor with care and diligence to keep it on track
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
Give it time, patience, and much prayer Allow it time to soak and breathe-in fresh air
SO, PLEASE BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
082820PSCtest, Completely Your Choice (2), Brian Strand
Categories:
highjacked, america, change, christian, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
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 once, terminology of deeds,
Curriculummed deliberation of considerations,
And ranked bribery and recommendations,
To reward innocence and honesty,
To secure human values,
A system was highjacked by think tanks.
As I experienced after applying a vacancy online,
Where home office advertised descriptions of a job,
And declined with direct approach in moments,
I experienced my capabilities,
Home office departments, on various occasions,
Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction,
And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications,
To protect my future from cold weather.
Not only Home office also local councils,
Highjacked individual progress and prosperity,
Criminality always delivered justice of excuses,
Where democratic equal opportunity services policy,
That was lying dead on a log of ice.
My pain was streaming into flames,
My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism.
I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries,
Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers,
My soul was delivering justice through my poetry,
But my unemployment forced me always,
To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions,
And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand.
The bubbling rust was claiming superiority,
Law is equal for all.
Categories:
highjacked, devotion, education, faith, introspection,
Form:
Verse
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 Lender charged me two percent extra.
When I raised my voice,
They acknowledged that a broker sold me a wrong policy,
Or I signed a contract.
When I requested to alter it,
They demand extra penalty of 500 Pounds.
I gained finance from VISA cards to get relief,
Halifax, Barclay, and Monument,
As they promised for their free service on zero rates,
And raised without any consent, 10.9% in the second year,
Without any consent within three years,
They highjacked my peace when they rose,
29.9 percent on their lending,
And I, who was feeling sufficient with resources,
Insufficiency remained me defaulter,
When interest rates loaded me as a cart,
I ran through my earnings to save myself,
How do you think, when you noticed?
A board, overnight,
Property on sale,
Law, Courts and bureaucrats,
Best supporters of the lenders,
Where they come to ruin a home of children.
There is no barrier to restrict their hidden charges,
Enforcement of liabilities is always pending,
Where a person lose their life in wrong interpretations,
And enjoyed full life imprisonment of capabilities.
How do you feel when you buy a reprocessed home?
Where someone’s prospering dream was buried.
A robbed person always preferred to suicide,
When he blamed progress and prosperity,
Encouragement and appreciations,
Only for them who are unite,
And incorporated groups are competing for benefits,
And thinks, there is no life,
Where individuality can improve its performance,
To become a civil mammal,
Are bad circumstances a fate of someone?
Or created by system to kill innocence.
Categories:
highjacked, confusion, education, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
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
There is no future for him in a wasted land
Destroyed and devalued
by his greedy leaders
So he never mind with alcohol to get wasted
Wasted man in a wasted land
So many men are similar to wasted men
They got no means of survival
It too difficult to survive
Under a tough and hard core leaders
That really don't look after the common man
They allow them to waste with out care
Or support
And they create desperate
wasted men like the
Wasted man in the wasted land
Categories:
highjacked, africa, confidence, courage, humanity,
Form:
Epic
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 New Room: December, 2023)
Categories:
highjacked, god,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
highjacked, money,
Form:
Limerick
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 their way
Their jobs to rescue anyone still living on that day
They came for the thousands, and risked their life and limb
They did everything they could, until the towers fell on them
More came as the dust cloud cleared, to search through the debris
Exposed to poison residue, to set survivors free
First responders and survivors left, when search and rescue done
Replaced by clean-up searchers, until all they found was none.
The years have passed, not memories, or the long term health effect,
To the crews that first responded and the lives that still connect.
Exposure sickened many. Now they're gone or on their way.
They should not have to bear the cost, for what happened on that day.
The terrorists would not have come, to do the bad they did.
Were we not the U.S.A. who had not run or hid
Would not have knocked the towers down and left new vets in place
Was the modern day Pearl Harbor for the war which we now face
We are the world's protector whether we like it or not
Have been, since the last great war, or have we now forgot
Must take care of all our vets, no matter how they came to be
The ones made when the towers fell, or those militarily
The U.S.A. is different than other countries on this earth
Our declaration said it, when it was written at our birth.
It's best we not forget that, if we care that's who we are
It's time that others paid for just a few rounds at the bar.
Categories:
highjacked, america, anger, appreciation,
Form:
Couplet
“Love can change a person’s life, leave him breathless, either building him or breaking him”~ By Poet
* * * *
Cupid the great archer,
Shoots his arrow heedless!
On some, it cuts through the heart.
On some others, it only scrapes through.
On a few, it misses the target.
Once shot down, it leaves one breathless.
Heart trumpeting, shifting from one beat to another,
Rhythmically, making it pound quicker.
Opens in one the inlets of pleasure.
It makes one ecstatic and foolish,
With thoughts disjointed, emotions running amok.
Spirit confounded and compounded.
It is madness, a pleasant kind of madness!
It comes and goes, leaving one breathless.
Guts highjacked by anxiety or ecstasy,
Always in throes of a pleasant ache,
Making the heart run a race, keeping one on his toes!
Love starts differently in varying intensity,
But it ends in a familiar way, in the same manner.
The sweetness ends,
infatuation dies,
sour taste lingers,
boredom persists!
Categories:
highjacked, anxiety, love,
Form:
Free verse
The meaning of Christmas
In our multi-religious world and lack of Christian faith
I no longer call Christmas by its name but prefer
to call the festive season “The festivities.”
The meaning of “Christmas” was to celebrate the birth of Jesus
but commerce has highjacked the season
we are pressured into buying presents for family and friends.
The JUL is a good word that was celebrated long before Jesus was born
it is on the day the sun turns; spring will soon arrive.
The Jews have their day, so has the Muslims we
are not suggesting they should change this.
We in the west should not be ashamed of our cultural heritage
where our Christian faith places a big part.
Categories:
highjacked, anti bullying, birth, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
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 goes on…
Momma bears are aroused,
sports fans are inflamed
creeps challenge, rob and mob.
A citizenry cowers then
strikes back with headlines.
It's most definitely on.
News flash -- it's over,
the good guys are back watching TV,
the delinquents and sociopath's
are out on no-bail,
the jail is a refuge for non-combatants.
On and off mostly.
Not long ago we were all masked
and suspected everyone,
but now
no one is guilty until freed -
all of us bleed.
Back on... it's Back On!
Categories:
highjacked, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
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 when the
Loneliness abounds for it will soothe the
Storms that rage within our
Private sanctuary.
A dollar for the purchase of truth that
Remains shrouded in the mysteries
Of an totally eclipsed mind.
It's all we can afford when you hoard
It like a miser holding it ransom from
The peasants who desires more.
This cross is to heavy to carry alone,
Yet carry it alone, I do.
Categories:
highjacked, anxiety, god, me, mental
Form:
Free verse