Best Radar Poems


Predator Metaphor

At a spot of roadside, shaded
A predator on the prowl
Concealed itself and waited
for prey to run afoul…

Then, madly, with a dash,
It shot out from the thicket;
Nabbed one prey, in a *flash*
And slapped it with a ticket.

Premium Member Madam Radar

Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets

Premium Member Air Traffic Control Radar

Blips repeat on man's optic nerve
Reflections of each shapely curve
The impulse to meet
Slows the beat of his feet  
And to greet the target he'll swerve


Premium Member Below the Radar

I like to keep a low profile and a lowlife profile.

Premium Member Just Below the Radar

Mediocracy
          Along the simple path we plod 

                       Bureaucracy
         With a maze of obstacles to trod

                         Autocracy
       Also trying to dodge the hit squads

                         Theocracy
      Steering clear, of banned lesser gods 

                         Plutocracy
     Ride on through, wielding big fat wads

                         Democracy 
  A minefield of all above, behind the facade


04/12/23

Death, Under the Radar

Drones,
Silent with
The gaze of a Peregrine
Falcon, that
Descends
Surely, swiftly,
Bringing death.
No trial by law,
Just obliteration.
And like the Peregrine,
It knows no borders.


Premium Member Radar Gun...Footle

Oh- oh
Go Slow

Under the Radar

so you want a story from your old Capt MIke
well let me dig'z in me pocket for sum-pim ya like

I had needed more money for me to dip-in
so I got a new boat for illegal shrimp-in

a 300 yammaha just wouldn't do
went to the store for another 2

I had to make sure, before I go
that it would out run the radio

it was fast, 100mph it would do
and I called my boat the "Big Bambo"

in the dark, we baited to be slick
then the "BIg Bambo" came an dragged the crick

over the boat, the old net would funnel
mounds of shrimp "ItS over flowing the gunnel!"

then on the radio, my wife I had to hail her
we couldn't stop the boat until it's on the trailer

there was a time, I got bumped on the head
the boat didn't stop until it was in the truck bed

then another time, I ran into a flaw
didn't realize "were being watched by the law!"

so me buddy Joey went to pop the nets
I put it in the corner to see what she gets

in the dark the law couldn't put there eyes on
for the old "Big Bambo" was over the horizon

hidding in creeks around a ridge
or in the shaddows under a bridge

they'd keep lookin thier called the DNR
but they just can't find whats not on radar

close but never caught for me bad deed
there was a few times Joey threw the weed

so they can bend over and praize for what I do
and old Captain Mike will giv'em the "Big Bambo"!

by Capt. Mike!

Premium Member Men's Radar

Men have radar when it comes to pretty ladies
It keeps on keeping on, though still in our eighties
Thought by now
Be grazing with cows
Like a hard-charging bull, I snort and roar daily

Radar

constantly monitoring the outer/inner waves
either in or the next dimension that we find
probing the air
watching the traffic and protecting each space
I could be a security person who would continuously be RADAR approved
Even at a local customer bank,each transaction is meticulously under
the watchful eye of someone/or something other than the security nerd
A thanksgiving roast will be timed and cooked under each end rear
Every speedster on the road gets pulled over thanks to the trusty scan
of
a RADAR
in each Police Officer's Hand
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Under the Radar

Beneath the dark blue veil
Of a moonless midnight
Under the radar
Without a bleep

A camouflaged whisper
Mystifies and mortifies
In a most roundabout
Conniving way

A shiver shudders
A murderous mystery
Not leaving a hint or clue



AP: 2nd place 2020

Lost From Radar

rolling glass shimmers
calm sea in a morning’s light
holds more hidden tombs
© Dc Bursey  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Do Birdies Have Radar

How come birds never run into things
Are they born with radar under their wings
Humans should take note
Strap a radar gun under our coat
Instead of ending up with our head in a sling

Under the Radar

flying inconspicuous
wearing my shades tinted incognito
beneath the radar
I love sailing in the flow

so exhilarating is the freedom
while cruising in disguise
invisible as a stealth
undetected to the naked eye

silently soaring
no one may ever know
I'll remain anonymous 
wearing my shades tinted incognito
© Ron Derby  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Doubts

Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/

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