Hijacked Poems - Poems about Hijacked

THE HIJACKER WHO WAS HIJACKED The mission is the pursuit of Caicedo, the race has been on since the January set-go, keepin' the paparazzis tongue in closed bridle. Call Liverpool Big Jax of the Jungle, and Chelsea, Richie, with cash in bundle. Hijacking isn't alien in the round leather game, though the salty feeling of the victim isn't the same, the aftermath stain...

Continue reading...

I awake again with this left-brain thought that an economic conservative about balancing his ever expanding budget looks at my mountainside forest of firs as a green commodity for potential exploitation. Yet when this same conservative resides in this same fir forest, now threatened by a large lumbering corporation, he sees these same trees, like himself, as prey in a win/lose zero-sum value-retention game. Then I have this...

Continue reading...

I will never know why, a baby of four months, I was left abandoned, trampled in dirt. At the mercy of adoption. To fill the void of ache of a childless couple. Clueless of the abysmal despair of my mother I still track my genes.... Did you rock me back and forth... before I fell asleep.... in doorstep of...

Continue reading...

Limerick crochetés: Once Mid-East refugee hi-jacked plane Once Mid-East refugee hijacked plane At Heathrow Airport without much pain Set course for Florida Down Gulf Stream danced salsa O’er Bermuda Triangle lost brain Raised head in parallel universe Where everybody spoke only in verse Shakespeare just a mere page At beck and call of Sage Who rode on a flying-trapeze hearse Walt Whitman why whipped hard...

Continue reading...

This poem may get into trouble, The world wants identity double. Attempting to culture commonality, The world champions individuality. Theft of language has become all too common, Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman. Definitions change, words take on other meaning, Often toward groups one way leaning. At our language different groups continually hack. In the case of *****, African American, now Black. Or...

Continue reading...

Planes flying low in the sky. Drifting, like paper, CRASH All's over now. My heart's ripped open. Take your bow....

Continue reading...

I sought to write verse tried and true, But jester scuttled my muse making me blue. I responded with childhood rhymes I once knew, Yet that clown pilfered all and then withdrew. Rebounding, I sought rhythm's cadence to renew, Alas, he scrambled my patterns and my timing did screw. Regaling remaining wit, many riddles did I queue. Frustratingly, that spinster unraveled...

Continue reading...