Long Rotors Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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