Best Rotors Poems

As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on what will be my new daily grind.  To Afghanistan I flew  to fight for my country, I’m ...

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Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century 

1918.  A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold, 
From Kansas over the seas in America bold, 
Women’s suffrage win the vote, 
Their opinion is not remote, 
Russia switches from the Julian calendar, 
To the Gregorian, the...

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Rotors spinning 
Desentigration 
Gods kingdom 
Deceptive revelation 
Lies built - unto the throne 
Living without guilt 
Dying all alone. 
Callaper grinds 
Whatever she finds 
Like god throwing stones 
Brakes are broke 
No chance to show 
Vehicle now disabled 
Watching us go. 


~END~ 


February 22nd, 2008...

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My blimp is on the fritz again
The hovercraft just popped
I surely cannot take the car
That’s jacked up in the shop

The bus won’t come out to my house
There’s no train tracks nearby
But I must make it to your home
And then you will know why

I thought about...

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What if I were to lie?
What, if I were lye?
Don't you look at me that way.
Don't you look away!

The blond hairs on your back
I know it's cold.
Where are you going with this?
Wherever you are told.

Dance now, it's a stage.
The machine rotors turn.
The cabinets stocked with...

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The day that lasted for ever, a day that could not be undone.

The day that lasted for ever, as I laid there in the sun, the pop pop of weapons fire is all that i could understand.

Something had happened, something that could not be undone,
my...

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Churlish wind hovers overhead
Ready to chart its path of dread
By wistful, listless conductor led
Twirling baton with rotors fed
A swirling blender over land spread
Careening, eerie echo left in its stead
Fluffing the threads of barren bed
Wispy fibers in ginning whirlpool sped
Silty granules from denuded top shred
Strafing the...

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Those scientists, they have no clue
I’m doing what they will not do
I’m gonna scramble nature just for you
My cat’s mixed with a chicken
And it isn’t finger lickin 
But now my cat goes cock-a-doodle-doo

I took a bold and risky leap
Stirred up a kangaroo and sheep
Good luck...

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Alone and cold,
Hurt bleeding,
Clothes of blood,
Touching, pressure, pain,
Looking,
Finding,
Dressing Pressure, tight,
Pain moaning hurt,
Stay awake,
Hearing noises shh be quiet,
Breathing slow, fear, scared,
Falling falling,
No sleep no sleep,
Stay awake,
Noises crawling on ground,
Hearing whispering Sarge,
Here here,
They're on the way,
Stick you for pain,
Ok good good,
Blinding light, noises, wind, rotors,
My bird of...

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tweaked to pass inspection broadcast on the double
(alternately titled snafu: ma bell heave hubble
vehicular repairs (prohibitive)
finds me bleary eyed stupefied
and countenance grizzled with prickly stubble
collapsed amidst virtual rubble).

Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words which, I gotta quench mine thirst
whereby think Botox lips zipped...

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Turbine whistling
Wait...
Until all is green
Time to go
 
That familiar quickening
Of a heart
Trained in the art of war
To do battle
Rotors spinning
 
Left and right...
The tech calls
Clear!
Progressive collective
Rising high
In to the sunlight
 
Time to target
Five minutes
That familiar quickerning
Switches, set
 
Terrs, visual!
Lynxes, marking with frantan
Left hand orbit
Time to...

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A HOT LZ AT NIGHT

Rotors swimming in the air,
my feet towards the skids;
flying fast in darkness. 

Pack tight against my body,
one hand for the bird,
one hand for the rifle.

Tracers lazily float upward
feeling the sky for prey,
our sound their only target.

These deadly green fireflies,
green streaks when...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant plane plunged to wing tipping contact,
its fireball cruel and final.

My...

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Memories

First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
elbow to elbow we sit cramped in the narrow compartment

hot, sticky air like a sauna grips us in its wet claws
rotors spin, air rushes through the open doors 
but no relief is felt from the...

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In The Town Of Alabaster Alabama Limited in population like 103
     I was issued an unreasonable fine driving on 31 south rush hour
     see a random abnormality, a bus with a flashing sign 4 lanes over
 ...

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