Best Helicopters Poems

i hope you don't mind 
if I wander in through your front door
and reset your clocks to headlight savings
life requires humor he said to the...

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In the year ninteen eighty one on the nineteenth day of December
A day the town of Mousehole in Cornwall, will always remember
An R.N.L.I. Watson class...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with...

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two sijo

Take note of the resemblance between maple seeds and tadpoles?
Ideas spin round like maple seeds seeking a spot to sprout; 
our minds are small...

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Thankfully Socialist Santa wasn’t elected, 
because we now have a lovely wall being erected.

Given will be no free handout for the illegal masses,
and received will...

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At sunrise newlyweds wandered from camp
hiking into unfamiliar terrain.
And now they have to spend the night in the
desert despite their unbearable thirst.

The sweltering heat of...

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hummingbirds air float
helicopters learned hover
wee wings rose mans perch








... CayCay Jennings
July 25, 2018...

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I stand back and gaze across my wonderful garden, in bloom.
There it lies in the morning sun, with petals glistening from dew.

No one realizes the...

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Quarantined 

Waking up to this strange dream
First sight is the checkered ceiling
Then the antique bathroom mirror
I see old age and worried red eyes
I see another...

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fireworks light up sky.
hi-lo buildings, pumped-up torch
of New York Harbor,
ripples of copious ships,
excited helicopters.
the twins are very happy,
long before they fall
on their smoking knees
and crumble...

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Lights flip on.
Flopping to the aeropress.
Measuring my morning cuppa
fresh coffee grinds,
stirred in my mind
with cream.
Filling pill boxes.
Reading poetry,
writing poetry,
as I glance up
every blue moon
to the...

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I've turned on the light 
my eyes move to focus 
this world can not be bleak no more 
the deep sounds tremble 
helicopters pass by
media...

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There… he… goes…
speeding down the mountain, 
he’s just enjoying life. 

He just wants to share 
TIME
with his friend.

To his provider’s misfortune,
TIME
varies her lipstic – I...

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My White Daughter


They play like sisters

Quy-Imah has braids
And is of a darker hue

Kayla has blonde hair
And eyes of Blue


In the back seat of my car...

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She wears a metal bracelet, oh, so proudly,
With a POW’s name upon her arm.
She earns her living working in an office,
Typing letters and filing all...

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