Danny Diver is no belly-flopper
Only this time his dive came a-cropper
Danny started out fine
But he’d drunk too much wine
He's motionless in the rescue-copter
Warm the blaze to a glow from whence we came,
send signs and wonder, Lord, from Bethlehem.
Since childhood, they're loyal, beloved friends,
felt stuff ain't right, their love for him transcends,
All through the night, this next part is crucial,
trace that flawed vessel and its removal.
'Tis a blessing having this headstrong doctor,
him a self-murder, brought on the copter
he's convinced our son strongly has a chance,
ahh, I found it, right here I need to lance,
controlled prime blood vessel, quick solution,
the bleeding has stopped, need for diversion
veins strangling the heart, dear God make it free,
as the blade searches ... for the life of me.
It's been my good fortune
to have this close friend,
a possessor of license
for flying type things.
He owns his own aircraft
for leaving the ground,
no wings fixed to lift us,
just blades spinning round.
A ride, two seat copter,
the feeling profound,
I feel as a bird must,
when flying around.
Oh, they love to spin it.
On prime time and live.
And lie by omission.
Hidden agenda, which side
A new Special Edition
will come on at nine.
Oh, they love to spin it.
Nights in prime time.
Don't care about that.
it's not a news flash.
Get the new body count.
With numbers to flout.
Give us a huge tragedy.
And fly our copter out.
Land there on the scene
Where viewers see them bleed.
Oh, they love to Dish It.
each day at noon.
You know it's a lie.
They all swear it's true.
Given enough time.
We'll Convince the fools.
Oh, they love to dish it.
Scoop stew at noon.
Song, Copter Over My Roof, to be sung to the tune
of 'Bridge Over Troubled Waters', Simon And Garfunkel
I see eeriness Written on your face
Those fears have gotten you down
Cast them all away
They cannot stay
Yes, you've had enough
And too few understand
There's a copter over your rooftop
It will lift you up
There's a copter over your rooftop
It will lift you up
It seems all hope is gone
And you are left to fight alone
No light at the end of your tunnel
Love is there to embrace you
Love will hold you tight
When the sun hides itself
Or shadows are all you see
There's a copter over your rooftop
It will lift you up
There's a copter over your rooftop
it will lift you up
Come on golden boy
Take to the sky
Life has not passed you by
Dry the tears from your eyes
Grey clouds are lifting
Let love fly you away
Hope is alive and well
There's a copter over your rooftop
It will lift you up
There's a copter over your rooftop
It will lift you up
100321PSCtest, Change The Record, Natasha Scragg
9P
Ferry on the river;
‘Copter in the sky.
Bicycles and scooters
(Some with bells!) all pass me by.
Joggers pound the pavement;
Walkers simply stroll.
Benches are deserted.
(Recent raindrops took a toll.)
Still, I’m out here sitting,
Checking out the scene,
Feeling not quite up or down
But somewhere in between.
As my trusty pencil
Jots each thought upon a line,
It helps record reflections
Found within this mind of mine.
A tugboat, a ferry, a Circle Line cruise
All chug by on the river, for me to peruse.
A breeze gently blows as the waves settle down
As I soak it all up here on my side of town.
A ‘copter flits past with propellers a ‘whirl;
A scooter glides by with a helmeted girl.
A yappy white dog trots, his owner in tow
And sitting here clinches the truth that I know:
I’d rather be out on this riverside bench
(For no vista but this will my urban soul quench)
Than be anywhere private, with similar sights
For this cityscape fills me with all that delights.
In the quiet
I hear a sound
Fills me with dread
Every time
Though the years
I look up
Even when inside
I learned it
Then I was young
To know it well
What it meant
Never is good
Always is bad
Bad for someone
Always is bad
Long ago
Many years
Learned to fear
Copters
In the quiet
I hear a sound
Fills me with dread
Every time
Though the years
I look up
Even when inside
I learned it
Then I was young
To know it well
What it meant
Never is good
Always is bad
Bad for someone
Always is bad
Long ago
Many years
Learned to fear
Copters
The next bullet
might have your name on it
Think about it,
cause the slug won’t
The next thug
might be coming thru the telly
Oh, yeah ...
‘copter mouth flying under the radar,
with gunnery claws out
Ready to flat blast devour fat wallet pigeons
who love their paper purse belly
Mesozoic slugs in power
don’t wanna outlaw the deadly hot lead
Cavemen in golden towers,
engaging in 45-caliber clubs to the head
Shotgun weddings politically approved,
selling out the people
to the manufactured ones selling the guns
Spray paint the town red,
keep the blood banks on empty
Talk to those living in dread,
fearful of the silent trigger lady
The next GSW victim
might tell you
they don’t wanna kiss
the barrel bride and metal die this way
Think about it,
cause the slug is moving fast,
with no kind of revolver emotional sway
It’s all black and white,
ain’t no gray
Lead is the color of death everyday
Think about it,
cause the slug wanna have
the very last bloody thoughtless say
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.
Fairy beauties fly round
Flying belle - Butterfly
Friend of earth - Honey bee
Fun-size copter- Dragon
Flash emitter- Firefly
Foe of plant- Grasshopper
Flap the wings forever
Tour boat, ferry, sailboat, skiff
Bounce along the briny;
Sunshine sparkles on the waves,
Reflections bright and shiny.
Blimp and copter in the sky
Meeting no resistance;
Bridge, majestic, guarding all –
A pillar in the distance.
Police boat passes, pulsing blue
And beeps at people waving;
Children, on a trip from school,
Reluctantly behaving.
Downtown on the promenade,
The river slowly flowing;
I soak up my surroundings,
Glad for time before my going.
Three warriors strong, of fleeting
Foot, beset by columns of night’s
Thick soot, to waadi’s tears dried
Long and loud, waits deadly mine
With shrapnel’s shroud
Rocks as mailbox, scattered
Round,but no letters can be found,
One foot ignites, a flash of gas,
Sleeping soldier, foot of lass
Her mind now scattered, poems
And loves, the semblance of a
Tattered glove; by lovely
Face, old Troy was won, now lies
Shattered, in the sun
Wailing much and beating hearts,
Comrades gather, fits and starts,
Radio crackles, hoist at last,
To the copter, goes brave lass
Spirit visits mum and dad, brief
Young lover, surly, sad; Valhalla
Waits, brave angels’ girl; farewell
Banners, rise quick, unfurl
Written for Open Poetry Contest 11/7/15
Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.
Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.
Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen.
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