Rotors Poems - Poems about Rotors

... 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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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-do......Read the rest...

...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 pri......Read the rest...

...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 lazi......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 could understand. Something had......Read the rest...

...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 throw......Read the rest...

...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 I flew to fight for my country, I......Read the rest...

...Churlish wind hovers overhead Ready to chart its path of dread By wistful, listless conductor led Twirling baton with rotors fed A swirling blender over land spread Careening, eerie echo left in......Read the rest...

...What if I were to lie? What, if I were lye? Don't you look at me that way. Don't you look away! The blond hairs on your back I know it's cold. Where are you going with this? Wherever you are told. ......Read the rest...

...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 Cl......Read the rest...