Micromanaged children
in a micromanaged world
The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed
lost within the swirl
Each cup seemed overflowing
empty spaces void and null
All time and place for life’s surprise
—now victim to its toll
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Categories:
helicopters, children,
Form: Rhyme
Helicopters dot the sky
Like dragonflies, but louder.
I wonder if the insect world
Sees them and feels much prouder.
For how their rumbles fill the air,
Attracting much attention,
Although their engineers would claim
That wasn’t their intention.
Still, I prefer the gentle buzz
Of wings to their propellers.
(Except for stinging insects –
I’ve no fondness for those fellers!)
Categories:
helicopters, flying,
Form: Rhyme
not even a shift in the night
or a bass chuka-chuka;
they will darken the humble sellers
of shrunken, dusty oranges
maybe a bad mouth,yellow teeth,
passed words to the birdmen
to crack open the sky,
a black walnut, half-brained
a ball of string,the smell of fire,
bags of sudden song,burnt shout of
hot and hot and hot;
nothing to put back together
Categories:
helicopters, war,
Form: Free verse
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
The helicopters were really flying today.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
There were several firemen there to watch the display.
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Helicopters of various sizes were flapping away.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
All of them operational so they all did say.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
Then into the shower some of them flew.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
After which they would enjoy some homemade brew.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
But couldn't you give us just a little hint?
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
Why after awhile the helicopters all were spent.
Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...Flap...
Categories:
helicopters, funny, imagination
Form: Rhyme