IRAN, WE WILL, POUND
TRUMP IRAN, MERRY-GO-ROUND
HELICOPTER DOWNED
Like an Apache Warrior if you got a pussy I don’t chase it , I just say wait here , if you don’t like it don’t try it , put it in apartments like Catastrophe regardless if I’m pardon or presucuted, like electrocution, I thought it was lethal injection for Timothy Mcveigh
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
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 hot, breath of the dragon
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
taking us to places we don’t want to go
the green canopy is now below us concealing them but not us
we land at the LZ, bullets snapping and popping as we emerge
the encounter is short, bloody, cries of wounded, silence of dead
First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death
gnawing fear grips each man as the bird lifts off
are we headed back to the firebase, home, safety from the fire
safety from the fear and death and sweat
Hueys flying the wrong way, new orders issued
on to the next hot LZ more fear death and sweat
While White House resident lovers
Can stay in bed under covers
Melania said
In her place instead
President Musk often hovers
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.
she is overprotective, pushing helicopter parenting craziness to the edge
she chaperones her daughters on dates, sitting in the middle of boy’s car
father is at the end of his patience, perched on a precarious parenting ledge
threatening to leave if her helicopter parenting goes much more far
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.
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.
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
Somebody who had seen Miss Ann
Advised her to just drop her Dan,
Mentioning my own serious plan
To take her to my secure clan
And keep her in a lodge with fan...
And Miss Ann burst into laughter
But did not say a word after,
Yet, did not close the chapter:
A convulsing body apter...
Then, in a voice four times softer
Like takers of Lozenge Cofta
"Does he own a helicopter,
For, then, 'My Yes' will be prompter?"
That was Ann and who she would choose,
So, lover Dan and I should lose!
With their cruel Laughter
I quickly ended the chapter
About a started helicopter,
Still air-borne forty hours after,
Because of flyers never the softer
Above zinc or Rafter,
Until results are born
Or dreams to shreds torn…
And then their cruel laughter began,
With all the heat of a room without fan:
I like a new album denied a hit
Or listeners choosing it to challenge a bit…
Then, I choosing to accept my cajolery
That evening showing up at a gallery.
But plotters are fearless things of every century,
Even as a Government is thought a sanctuary.
The mechanical birds with broken wings,
Rust together with lofty dreams...
That they will yet fly again,
In a cloudless sky, in which to tend.
But for now,
They are parked like cars,
Lined up neatly,
In a helicopter graveyard.
Sale signs do adorn,
Many of their windows...
But even just for parts,
Freedom again, they will never know.
So in this place, you'll find no gravestones,
Just metal friends, in their unknown.
19-September-2021
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 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
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