Short Copter Poems

Fairy beauties fly round  
Flying belle - Butterfly
Friend of earth - Honey bee
Fun-size copter- Dragon 
Flash emitter- Firefly
Foe of plant- Grasshopper
Flap the wings forever...

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Pill bugs wet with dew
as crawling gray domes mirror
green turf, salmon sun.

Copter seeds whirling,
a squirrel chases paper
treasure for her nest.

Young cat mock-tweeting,
wily sparrows unheeding,
paws press on the screen....

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In the quiet
I hear a sound
Fills me with dread
Every time
Though the years
I look up
Even when inside
I learned it
Then I was young
To know it well
What it meant
Never is good
Always is bad
Bad for someone
Always is bad
Long ago
Many years
Learned to fear
Copters...

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It's been my good fortune
to have this close friend,
a possessor of license
for flying type things.

He owns his own aircraft 
for leaving the ground,
no wings fixed to lift us,
just blades spinning round.

A ride, two seat copter,
the feeling profound,
I feel as a bird must,
when flying around....

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In the quiet

I hear a sound

Fills me with dread

Every time

Though the years

I look up

Even when inside

I learned it

Then I was young

To know it well

What it meant

Never is good

Always is bad

Bad for someone

Always is bad

Long ago

Many years

Learned to fear

Copters...

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Ferry on the river;
‘Copter in the sky.
Bicycles and scooters
(Some with bells!) all pass me by.

Joggers pound the pavement;
Walkers simply stroll.
Benches are deserted.
(Recent raindrops took a toll.)

Still, I’m out here sitting,
Checking out the scene,
Feeling not quite up or down
But somewhere in between.

As my trusty pencil
Jots each thought upon a line,
It helps record reflections
Found within this mind of mine....

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A helicopter hovered
In the east side New York sky.
It looked just like the hummingbirds
I spot in mid-July.

Its headlight darted left and right,
Like it was on a quest.
I wondered if the search was real,
Or was it just a test?

No boats were in the river
Over which the copter hovered;
That made me think that there was nothing
There to be discovered.

Some minutes passed and then it slowly
Chop-chop-chopped away.
Another New York mystery
To supplement my day....

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Tour boat, ferry, sailboat, skiff
Bounce along the briny;
Sunshine sparkles on the waves,
Reflections bright and shiny.

Blimp and copter in the sky
Meeting no resistance;
Bridge, majestic, guarding all – 
A pillar in the distance.

Police boat passes, pulsing blue
And beeps at people waving;
Children, on a trip from school,
Reluctantly behaving.

Downtown on the promenade,
The river slowly flowing;
I soak up my surroundings,
Glad for time before my going....

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