Commandeer Poems | Examples

honeysuckle tree

honeysuckle tree
blossoms rain on summers day
yellow parachutes

she grows renegade
her offshoots grow wild too
commandeer the yard

67 Shelby

here we careen through the scheme
riding the vortex of the american dream
seen behind the blind scenes in hiding
keep fighting the design on the frontlines.

the career of a degenerative peer
is not measured by how they appear
or adhere the commandeer of said steer,
as long as they down beer and disappear.

clear as this fixates the mistake of the states
we would augmentate and drown hound fears
sheer will could astound the nouns quo
leaving them in tow with woe as one said so.

illuminate the sewn, find a darker home alone,
brash and beating the bone into the stone,
not grown eating scones of the blindly shown
that well-known handmade status throne.

grenade low tossed at the cost of some human loss
for fuel that is obsolete and crude at high-spreading moss
green fabric the waxen-elitism roster head boss
with a thumb gangrene, the color of his blood pulse.

down a flask of mezcal with a spliff of mary jane,
we aim to numb the pain from their dumb games -
switching lanes through the lazy river zaftig maze,
eyes glaze over, middle fingers raise at their gaze

I No Longer Feel I Belong

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.

Dunkirk

 ~ 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.

Not this Time

they swarm into our home like bees
seeking daisies, lilies, roses, and such
we throw sugary treats at them
allow them to commandeer the TVs
and the computers
Their parents roll their eyes
For we were never this way with “them”
We did not have to be
We were not their grandparents

The grandchildren want to live with us
They want to move in
They think we are better than their parents
Because we can spoil them completely for a few hours
Some want to spend the night
We have to say “not this time”
Because when they leave
we are exhausted and have to take a long nap
because our energy is completely gone
which is why God gives babies to young people

As the Day Grows Late

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Eyes closing as the day grows late,
you've waged your war on sleep and lost
And in my arms, your puppy weight
secures my love at any cost

Full grown, you commandeer my bed, 
eyes closing as the day grows late
and pinned beneath your golden head, 
I'm helpless to negotiate

When years and aging joints mandate
you climb into my bed no more, 
eyes closing as the day grows late,
I feel for you down on the floor

The best Friend I will ever meet
No Boy so good has lived, to date
I tell you so and watch your sweet
eyes closing as the day grows late

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They Pretended Not To See

hiding in plain sight, she wove her way down the avenue
no one flinched or shied away, these were professional commuters
They kept walking, ignoring her like New Yorkers can and do
She wanted to demand they stop, to make them come to a halt

Her mask slipped for a second; no one noticed, or acted like it.
What kind of people live on this planet, she wondered.
It was her calling to find out but they were closed.
How do they reflect emotions? She wondered.

She had been taught to look for smiles. There were none.
She tried to ask a few for directions, they looked past her
No. That’s wrong. They looked through her.
She finally radioed her commandeer to beam her up.

In the middle of Times Square on a Friday afternoon.
None of the commuters flinched; they pretended not to see.
What if it was not a pretense? Oh, my cracker schangdoos!
Maybe they were blind. The entire planet. She put that into her report.

Hostage

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

I Was Called To Love Just Only Her-

Before her I stood embellished
 I ruled I enthralled
 I was called to love just only her
In the midst of my tears
 In fighting in my fears 
I commandeer my faith 
I stood with grace 
And midst all my accomplishments 
I dared to dream for love
As  so I asked her for her heart
This is where my heart skips a beat as such

2/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

I Never Saw It Coming

She used to take my calls and commandeer them.
It was all about her.
If I wanted to add something she would have to “go”
which meant hang up.

She would always beg me to bring my other friend to stuff.
Because she was a name dropper 
Apparently I was not a big enough name.
So I did, wanting to please her.

She would run toward our mutual friend,
Lavishing her with welcoming overtures.
I thought it was amusing.
I can always entertain myself.

One day she wanted me to do something against my ethics.
Against my moral code, against my soul.
I told her I could not, and did not realize our “friendship” was over
Until I discovered she had blocked me from her phone.

I was surprised, and saddened.
Mostly saddened. 
I never saw it coming.

Razorback Decides

Ellen’s pet, a razorback was always near.
Why this happened was never fully clear.
Pete wanted to court Ellen, but had fear.
Zee, her pig had chewed off another man’s ear.

Thinking he was silly, his friends would jeer.
Just go over and be a volunteer.
Fat razorback gave Pete quite the leer.
Seems the pig was smitten, felt he was dear.

Pete and Ellen ended up married clear.
Zee joined the wedding party in his tux gear.
This was the first time Pete knew pig was *****.
So they got him his own buddy to commandeer.

Veterans Day

Veterans Day
By Franklin Price
11/11/2019

It's time to celebrate the Vets
Of the good old U.S.A
All the living and the dead
We honor them today

All gave some and some gave all
To protect us and defend
We're saddened by the ones we lost
Who served us to the end

Let us not forget about
The ones who serve us now
They do it of their own free will
And take the solemn vow

No draft to fill, to commandeer 
Each ones a volunteer
They live the military life
And hold their country dear

Let us salute them one and all
The Vets and those who serve
The way some of us act today
They're more than we deserve

Ars Longa

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.

Addiction of the Soul

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.

Going To America

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.

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