Long Chopper Poems
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My childhood memories of the 1970s in England
Flared trousers
Platform shoes
Long hair, sideburns, beards
Abba and beautiful Agnetha
Raleigh Chopper
The Exorcist
Open shirts
Lava lamps
John Travolta and Olivia Newton John
Starsky and Hutch and Charlie’s Angels
Star Wars
Decimal currency
Three piece suits, long collared blouses
Hendrix, Callas, Elvis and Bolan die
Carry on films with Sid James
Brut and Hai Karate
David and Angie Bowie
Margaret Thatcher
Workers strikes
Jack Horne for Nette's TwentyNet contest
Spinning Knee Man
His knees grew bigger and
steel strong until he was big.
Whenever he wanted to he could extend his knees (and it didn’t even hurt!) ten times as big.
That wasn’t a grotesque display
as it probably should be.
No one could see his flat, rounded triangular bone,
only see his pale hairy skin that covered his knee.
Shockingly no muscles damaged.
Shockingly no tendons and ligaments damaged.
He could spin his
knees and skin like a small chopper in high gear.
His role was to air deliver packages to homes. And deliver orphans to their new homes afar and near.
Doing both was highly rewarding. The community marvelled at his ability that was totally rare.
He joked that the best thing about it was
that he got to fly for free everywhere.
The day my life went so crazy
Was when I laid eyes on Daisy
She was an old sow
Who mooed like a cow
And drove all farmhands crazy
We tried to put her in a field
But sadly that pig wouldn’t yield
She’d sit down in her sty
And she wouldn’t comply
Her stubbornness would be revealed
I said Daisy you will come a cropper
The farmer will get you with a chopper
Daisy sat and chewed grass
And got mud on her a s s
Soon Daisy became quite a whopper
Old farmer Bill sharpened his knife
And showed the honed blade to his wife
He said it is time now
I must kill a fat sow
His poor wife just ran for her life!
The farmer went out to the shed
When Daisy saw him how just fled
She hid behind a bull
To escape a quick cull
I’m relieved there was no bloodshed!
N/A in The Day My Life Went Whacko Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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6/8/21
Blood stained into lands being conquered
Blood on this can of Monster
Blood in the water
Blood pooling and congealing from all the slaughter
Blood hitting close to home, when you got a squatter
Blood whether the weather turned colder or hotter
Sometimes had to be your own blood blotter
Regardless of if you think, why should I bloody bother?
Much more than blood I have to offer
Blood smeared coins in the coffer
Would you spill blood to protect your daughter and father?
Don't bring all this blood around family, especially any toddler
Blood on a ball used for soccer
Blood on a piece of copper
Blood on a bottle of lager
It was a bloody scene after the use of a chopper
The bloody aftermath captured on film by a helicopter
Blood ended up on a bolt and washer
Blood flowing through the body or going out if your a soon to be goner
Blood all over in a world that can be bonkers
Could stay peaceful or soon turn to blood from here to yonder
Familiar with blood as a warmonger
Blood being drawn, from not being able to hold out any longer
Much more than blood sweat and tears can get you stronger
All this blood makes me ponder
Sad that blood makes too many excited enough to holler
Blood among nightcrawlers
And blood always near lifeforms that are larger or smaller
The residue of blood on dollars
As well as blood on the shirt collar
Blood spilled in extravagance or in squalor
It would be a bloody outrage for a prince, but not for a pauper
Blood the one thing too many thirst of
Drawing first blood
The blood becoming of one with mud
Blood covered spuds
An unexpected surge of blood from a flood
Blood underneath the moon and the sun
Blood from the threads of fate already being spun
Blood takes the sides of none
Blood is just never quite done
‘Twas dark in the lane and into the drain
Glistening rivulets, crimson again
Feeble the lamplight as light the rain spits
Revealing the gore of a human in bits
Rising, the bile of a nightmarish shock
Spatter the ground as from the next block
A sound from the door of the eight till late shop
A howl and a screech and a chop, chop, CHOP!
Leaden the legs that refuse to advance
As ghostly the figures that from the shop dance
Gaining in substance and portending grief
Evil the grin that exposes the teeth
A ghoul and a demon, each wielding a chopper
Has to be said that each looks a copper
He paid with his blood for his evil resistance...
No mask and no hand gel and no Social distance
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Kevin Davis — Memorial Day 2025
They left home, young and full of promise —
She, the first in her family bound for college,
He, a preacher from a small-town church with a steeple —
Both ready to give their lives for their country.
They touched down in foreign lands, weapons in hand,
Never imagining that killing could become part of their nature.
Yet among their squad, they found a family —
Shared dreams of the futures they would build.
Until the ambush — shadows shifted, fire erupted.
Bullets screamed, grenades shattered,
Metal met flesh, striking brothers and sisters.
They stood, they fought, they defended.
Through the chaos, they took their own wounds,
Warm blood spilled, life slipping away.
Side by side in the dust, hands entwined,
Holding on to the last threads of hope.
Evacuation came — they held tight,
Clinging to breath, to each other.
But when the chopper reached its mark,
They had already gone — together.
Returned home, draped in sorrow,
Once promising, once young, once invincible.
Friends, soldiers, bound beyond life —
Silent whispers of love upon their lips.
Such is the ultimate sacrifice
That people give to their country.
Foreword: My regular radio station recently
held a phone in show on the subject of
Veganism... The following was inspired by
some of the more colourful callers.
Purely for fun, no maliçe intended... Your Honour
Vegans, Damned Vegans
He sneered when he called me an animal
He frowned when he called me a cannibal
He called me a killer and said I’m misguided
I shouldn’t eat meat because HE had decided
His pompous decision was so single minded
I showed him my fist... the fight was one sided
For pulses and beans were all he had eaten
So one little tap and the fellow was beaten
I looked in the mirror and made a big grin
Examined my mouth and the canines therein
For tearing up meat, we got them in pairs
Was that evolution or the big man upstairs
Why ever we got them, got them we did
Some people file them or keep them well hid
If your God designed them then that’s problem solved
Unless you deny the way you’ve evolved
If there was a vote which the vegans then won
There’d be a surplus, I hope they have fun
When we give all the vegans their very own gun
To shoot all the cows, it would need to be done
The chicken, the turkey and also the sheep
Superfluous now, so no need to keep
Thanks to the vegans they’ll all come a cropper
I hope that those vegans are good with a chopper
But just to show willing I thought I might try it
I put myself on a strict vegan diet
A vegan for breakfast, a vegan for lunch
A vegan whenever I fancy a munch
But one irate vegan went off the deep end
He seemed a bit miffed that I’d eaten his friend
But quitting my diet soon silenced his moans
I’ve stopped eating vegans... too many bones
Forward... for those of you rather younger than I, Soylent Green was a movie in which overpopulation was reduced by making people into biscuits... yes really!
SOYLENT RED
It’s dark and it’s drizzling
The burgers are sizzling
We’re toasting the baps in the grill
No creature was injured
For Ted couldn’t be cured
The virus had made him too ill
And once he was panting
And ceaselessly ranting
His sister conducted the kill
We skinned him then rinsed him
Then auntie Maud minced him
But then at the door, the old bill
He stood in our porch
with his baton and torch
And that was the end of that copper
Before we could carve him
We needed to halve him
Which Benjamin did with his chopper
The world now unclean
Full of horrors obscene
With no cure for this human blight
So we off them and scoff them
But two don’t come often
So no-one goes hungry tonight
EDDIE MARS AND THE SOLAR WINDS
The biggest band in Lisburn and fronted by Eddie Mars
A guy who could play anything, on his collection of guitars
On vocals, Charlie Venus, who was the joker in the pack
He played his fender tele' through a great big marshall stack
On bass was Johnny Neptune, with his yellow platform shoes
He harmonized on vocal, a disciple of the blues
The keyboards were delivered, by Hector Mothership
He worshipped things electrical, and loved the microchip
Ray Uranus kept the beat and he wore a bowler hat
Sure only a crazy drummer, would adopt a name like that
They played all over Britain, with their rockin lunar style
They sold out gigs in Wigan, they were lauded in Millisle
Their stage show was fantastic, with a massive lighting rig
A spaceship and some planets, lit the stage at every gig
That grew a loyal fan base, as they played across the land
They lived a life of excess, just like any touring band
Success soon followed in their wake, awards came thick and fast
And very soon the space machine, had an ever growing cast
Five young lads from Lisburn, fifty people in their crew
An entourage of strangers that they never even knew
Five big trucks, a fleet of cars, a chopper and two planes
A man to do the finance, who didn't even know their names,
Still, fashions change, the sales dried up, the audience died away
And soon there were no big crowds, to watch the five lads play
Their last gig at the Ulster hall, was an evening to forget
Out of tune, and full of beer, as they stumbled through the set
And things got pretty messy when accountants came to call
They had no cash, they had no rights, seems their manager had it all
Their luck ran out, the band where broke, they had to end the show
They had to sell up everything, the spaceship had to go
Ray could never come to terms, with all the hurt and pain
He took some drugs and alcohol, he just never woke again
Hector went to college and he earned a top degree
And now he is the I.T guy in a light bulb factory
Johnny is the local star, who likes to talk about his fame
He tries to pull the young girls, and dine out on his name
Charlie lost his family, when the alcohol took hold
He shelters in the hostels when the weather gets too cold
Eddie left the country, when it all became too much
He now lives in Australia, but he never kept in touch
my legs welcome the warmth of the Kansas sun
bird with a screech makes weird noises
sweat bee hovers close to my left ear
I swat at it with my notebook
clouds are moving tremendously slowly
an asymmetrical opening shows light blue sky
this peephole is surrounded by brilliant white
have clouds always been this pristinely graceful?
dog brings up empty water bottle to porch
he loves the crackling sound against his teeth
another dog in the distance takes his attention for a second
clouds move a bit faster, I watch, amazed
a wood chopper, car engine and loose shutter sound in the distance
barely perceptible noises, yet I hear them clearly; I have dog ears
small tweeting noise brings my attention to my elm tree
the bee is back, teasing interested dog who tries to catch him
October day, red and orange leaves, lovely heavenly clouds
waving limb with three tiny leaves, scratches against porch
clouds have formed another portal to heaven
I would be more interested if I was not already there.