Best Helicopter Poems
We walked among the birch trees
To pass the summer days.
And did our best to trick ourselves
To try and lose our way.
But with success of getting lost
Our courage turned to fright.
When concern gave way to worry
That we may have to spend the night.
We trampled through the cheerless woods
With the Sun still overhead.
Unsure of where our cabin lay
And where this trail led.
The younger kids were quite distraught
And their tears began to flow.
While my Brother and I looked about
For a direction we should go.
The hours faded and the time grew late
As we walked on dappled grass.
But nothing seemed to ease our plight
With twilight's gleaming set to pass.
We came upon a quiet meadow
And sat to ponder the challenge we all faced.
In hopes a hurried rescue
Would bring a Parent's warm embrace.
When at that moment a car drove by
On a road deftly hidden by towered weeds.
And our spirits soared to see the path
Which would quite comfortably suit our needs.
An hour later with the Sun asleep
We arrived home with a hush of anguished pain.
But we were all eager for tomorrow...
When we'll happily lose ourselves again.
The End
*True story. As kids we would march into the woods, get lost and see if we could find our way home.
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
One morning, when I was stationed at base operations in Subic, I had a
telephone call. A Filipino shipyard worker had died during the night-shift,
on the job at the navy repair facility, apparently of natural causes. But to
cover our backsides, the shipyard wanted to fly the body to Clark Air Force
Base for autopsy by a pathologist. Just to make sure.
So I called one of the many helicopter pilots I had become acquainted
with to set the flight up. The pilot said “No problem, just put the body in
a body bag, and we’ll strap him into one of the UH-I’s seats (the helicopter
workhorse of Vietnam), call it a training flight, and do the deal.” So, I called the
shipyard, told them what to do, and went back to my morning cup of coffee.
A few minutes later, the admiral’s Aid called, to tell me that the admiral’s
driver, a marine corps sergeant with three Purple Hearts from combat in
Vietnam, was going to be charged with some minor legal offense by his
Philippine girlfriend, in order to keep him in the Philippines, instead of
returning to his wife in the US. The admiral wanted to get him to Clark and
en route home ASAP to avoid bi-lateral US-Philippine embarrassment.
So I called the pilot to tell him he would have a second passenger. No
problem, I went back to my coffee.
A few minutes later, I got a call from the marine corps captain who was
in charge of the brig. He had a soldier stressed out from combat in Nam,
high on unknown drugs, and violent. He wanted to get him out of the brig,
and send him back to the US.
So I called the helicopter pilot again to inform him of his third passenger.
He agreed to take him, if he was put in a straight jacket and leg irons, and
accompanied by a an armed guard. A reasonable requirement, because
passengers had access to the pilots in UH1 “Hueys”.
I still wonder what the air force airman thought as he slid open the door
of that Huey when it landed at Clark.
Helicopter in the sky,
Looking like a dragonfly,
Skims along through cloud and air
In search of landing who knows where.
Whirring blades are all a’blur;
From below, we’d all concur
How it resembles, in its flight,
An insect waiting to alight.
Yet instead of seeking nectar,
It’s an accident detector
Or a taxi for commuters
On their iPhones or computers.
Helicopter in the sky,
Seeing you, I wonder why
With all that space that you must cover,
Sometimes you just sit and hover.
flapping grasshopper
moves like a helicopter
quickly up and down
Lost Helicopter Finally Found
There is this so sad thing we must admit
One of our helicopters into hillside had hit
And all lost their lives who were within
We pray this will never happen again.
Many emotions are at an all-time low
As all of our tears started to overflow
For pilot and passengers no longer here
We held in our arms and to us were dear.
God keep them safe and secure in heaven above
Also give each precious one all of our love
And even though this happened still yet
Regret this happened and will never forget.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Leaving this Sunday for London and a cruise
on Royal Princess out of South Hampton to
Guernsey, Ireland, Scotland, Normandy and
return. Forgive me for not writing more poems.
While White House resident lovers
Can stay in bed under covers
Melania said
In her place instead
President Musk often hovers
The passengers were strapped in tight,
Excited for their twilight flight.
To get a close-up city view,
The doors were open as they flew.
One selfie shows a beaming guy
With thumbs-up as they hit the sky,
Expecting to see New York’s sights,
So magical with all those lights.
But once the Brooklyn Bridge was passed
I’m sure all riders were aghast
To hear the pilot’s May Day call;
The copter had begun to fall.
Into the river it did crash
(There must have been a mighty splash)
And in a flash turned upside-down
In frigid water; all did drown.
Their safety harnesses had knives
To cut the straps (for saving lives)
But underwater, in the cold,
No one could get a stranglehold.
A tragic ending to report
For five whose lives were severed short.
The pilot lived but I would guess
His nightmares he will not suppress.
Helicopter parents
They are at school daily
Begging to stay longer
Criticizing other people’s children and the teacher
Wanting to bring their lunch
And take naps with their kindergarteners
Helicopter parents
Send long rambling emails to the fourth grade teacher
Why did you say this?
Why did you do that?
What did you mean when you….?
Why do you always pick on little Henry?
Helicopter parents
A teacher’s nightmares
Following their child to college now
Enrolling in the same classes
Demanding to see their child’s grade card
The college professors laugh them out of the lecture hall
A plane had just crashed
A red flag was flashed
Secrets had been stashed
Sixty-seven died
The government lied
Helicopter too
Too low had they flew
Wonder if they knew
If the plane in flight
Was at the right height
To land there alright
I do have my doubt
The truth will come out
It's a cryin' shame
So, who was the blame
Was it just one name
Perseverance, ingenuity: hallmarks of great mind...
Examples which we Earthlings are expecting more to find.
As NASA's news now streams from Mars, where there is little air
And yet they're setting up the helicopter dispatched there.
With AIR as so essential for the flight of an AIRcraft
We'll see if JPL designers are clever - or just daft!
The fearsome sight of an armor
To an army ‘pleasing glamour,’
Now confirmed a raging rumor
Of that nice folks loathe like tumor…
A long thriving peace is over,
Bleak wars beginning to hover;
Here, right now, Soldiers’ Range Rover
Their helicopter “I’d take cover!”
For us all a jammed peace talk:
War lurks: Her trusted hunters stalk…
Great names just sent into exile
Are saying “Now time for missile!”
All of a sudden damned hostile
Men others had adjudged docile.
The helicopter tried to land
On a place that was already ban
It starts to sink slow
Torn to pieces, even the door
Parts scattered, over a bed of quicksand
A man's joke could not trigger laughter:
A good one about helicopter
Some poor guy often flew in dreams
While in true life could not pay for creams;
Audience of joke cracker creditors,
Who needed prompt cash for auditors;
Three with him for their thousand dollars,
On that day joke cracker's First callers.
"So, why these tales about helicopter
And opening an unwished chapter?"
Tales might veer to roofs of rafter
Now left for Generations after...
Joke got the more intolerable,
When he said not things honorable
They are not leaving him just, like that
Each need to show rat he'd turned a cat
Yes, jokes could fall flat for bad timing
And one can't restore them with miming.
A helicopter rescue
Sounds traumatic, not just for
The rescuee, since witnesses
May suffer even more.
No matter what the circumstance,
There’s drama, which must be
Impossible to reconcile
With one’s reality.
Yet once the patient’s lifted
And is safely in the air,
There’ll be comfort in receiving
All the very best of care.
For companions left behind there is
So much to do until
They can make it to the hospital,
So many roles to fill.
Those with luck will make it home, although
That might just take a spell.
Still, while working on recovery,
There’s quite a tale to tell.
When she does not get her way she throws a fit.
That is what I do! Her mother told us.
In a delighted way, proud.
She does not get along well with her classmates.
They are a bunch of losers! Her mother said.
Glowering at us, fists clenched.
The teacher and I looked at each other.
I think she would be happier if she had friends, I said.
As softly as I could.
Her mother stared at me.
Then she threw back her head and laughed.
Not with THESE losers! She said.
These losers are five and six.