Best Chopper Poems
The Chopper Cyclone
Oh Wild Wind! Why so rude?
Oh Dear God! Why no mercy?
Waited for rains; what we got is rage
Nursed hopes; only horror remains
December last, unbridled floods,
December this year, the Wild Wind
Gory events; misfortune manifested
With none to stop; our life is on hold
Oh Wild Wind! Why the dance of death?
Felling thousands of trees, we loved
All cables and power lines snapping to halt
Through howling cries; all passed away en-mass
A moment of mayhem, wrought havoc untold
The tall trees all, massacred, maimed
The wild aerobics; snuffing out the breathe,
Mauled and mangled the city is left mourning
Those that escaped wrath, some flora exist
Battered and bruised, broken and bent,
Twisted and tampered; crippled they lie
Centuries old, veterans, in ruins, they cry
Revival; may take a hundred years,
Alas, many of us will be gone by then,
Our companions, all through they were,
On a mad noon act; all vanished to nowhere
Ten thousand trees lost; is the count we have
As the city lies barren without, the green it wore
Family of trees lay victims; in parks and on pavements
While every road and compound added to the lore
Yes we waited for our reservoirs to fill
For flora, fauna and fields to survive
In turn; only received tears in our eyes
Only numbness remains, all hearts bleed
Last year water; this year the storm
Call it what you like; but curse is same
All elements that we presumed were allies
Turned a foe; that tale, God alone can tell
In a moment of madness; hate let loose
The ghost wind, showed rage unending
The fierce storm, hell bound it stood
Decimated everything in its path
Relenting only after revenge; extracted
As everyone around was in sheer disbelief
Dazed and shattered and shocked were we
Too numbed to think and too dumb to act
Yet the calamity will soon be forgotten;
As History’s bosom has many such stories
But both the scars will remain for decades,
The World has its dark side too!
It is day number twenty-one.
I've been awake for a week, I think.
The ride in the chopper was fun...
But my hair never slept a wink!
I love how the Universe speaks.
The tap on the shoulder, a whisper
From angels who know time has ceased
Asleep, til her prince just kissed her!
A tragic event - I might die
But i woke up and everyone smiled.
The husband and kids by my side,
The Universe bearing a child.
The Doctors and Nurses from God,
Who helped me get back on the hopper,
Discharged me with twenty prescriptions,
But I left my purse on the chopper!!
Way back then, when my years were gold.
A chopper I was, I'd been told.
I would leave one morning, and get back that night.
To my wife this caused, a terrible fright.
One trip I took a nasty fall.
time after that, I broke my jaw.
After a while, we decided I should quit.
I was sick and tired, of all this $hit.
I know I needed, to go back to work.
But no one would hire, those stupid jerks.
A month later, my wife died.
I broke down, and cried and cried.
So I went to my boss, and begged for my job.
"Ok," he said, and I went to chop logs.
I was by myself, chopping a pine.
When the tree fell, on a leg of mine.
It hurt like hell, when it hit my leg.
When I woke up, I wished I was dead.
I looked around, for some form of escape.
But my axe had fallen, into the lake.
I checked my pockets, and found nothing.
Except for a spoon, and some other something.
By looking around, I knew what to do.
I gripped the spoon tightly, and bit on my shoe.
And then I started, to hack away.
Hacking and slashing, until night turned to day.
I don't remember, much after that.
I know I died, from where I sat.
You see, I was always a little dumb.
But it seemed I cut off, THE WRONG DAMN ONE!
I took a long look at him:
Body of user of Gym
Wants muscles, not to seen trim;
His Agnes might remain The Slim!
There a Tim trains, so does Kim;
Then, why can't he Mister Jim?
Yeah! About time Jim went to Gym
Or Gym does reverse for Jim.
While training follows his whim:
No Rock Music: sings God's Hymn,
Glass of juice filled to the brim,
Eyeglass with Coppery rim...
But Jim for Gold not Copper
His choice of bike A Chopper...
"Tomorrow, another Gym
Remember that Jim."
There is time when there is time
And there is time when there is no time
My next door neighbor, a loving lad
My Lad, You travelled west
You went far away, to fly back
Away to come back in a plane
A plane to seek my hand in Love
My Love to keep and fold
Now, my distant seeker
The seeker rode on a mule
A mule without an eye away
He arrived the day when you left
You left to pick a chopper for me
A Chopper and now I'm gone
Gone with him aboard
Aboard our Lovely mule
Tapping the ground around
Stamping love notes
Cooking on the sand
I hear you came
Smelling the best of the west
The chopper flashing the chest
Give us the chopper
To go where you went
And take our mule
To search another soul
This then you note
A mule on earth can move
Faster than a chopper
Living in the sky.
Charlie the woodchopper of Fremont
began to build his new home,
it had to have an elegant dome
with a golden trim glittering at night.
Charlie couldn't afford
a Victorian mansion and settled
for a modest ranch with small rooms
and a patio with a sliding door;
there, apple trees swayed
and stranded cats played...
Brawny, the dog, guarded the house's windows
from that armed intruder,
Charlie's rifle was ready to make gunshot fumes
and scare the thief wearing his stolen trousers!
Charlie lost his adorable wife
to a car accident, she hit a tree head-on
while being distracted by a deer
driving across a wet road in Denver;
since then he lived life in strife...
a widower who refused to remarry
and break the matrimonial vows;
what he has left now is a cocaine addict son!
Charlie spends his time reading the Daily Review
which is one of the newspapers free to senior citizens,
and he often wipes off his reading glasses that look new,
but taking them off he loses the perception of things;
his days are long and sad, he wishes he had
a companion, but Leonor cannot be replaced
by anyone...she smiles at him from a portrait
he painted himself on a wood plaque and it seems real!
Quite a few times he has wept and tried
to deal with his unbearable pain, but only prayers could!
He only listens for Leanor's voice that has a ghostly sound!