"copter" poems
A traffic jam at 2 am?
My work just done, tired I am.
Is misfortune a thing with me?
A fallacy unknown maybe.
Recalled the time iPhone at max,
An accident my old was cracked.
Or day my rags compelled I splurge,
The day some Prada had to surge.
In Dubai, Grab’s copter went down,
With lover, boyfriend’s stuck in town.
Cold ***** camel ride through night,
Paid Bed’uin gold, or wait till light.
My friends all say I’m blessed and rich,
But life with peace I’ll rather switch.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
This is dedicated to the millions who died in the Biafra - Nigeria civil war
Counting the losses
Of my people at dawn
Breaking the curses
Of no wholly source
I sought to wage war
Without funds and money
I thought to secede
From a nation strong and many
I was full of envy for vain minorities
I am an educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border
Proclaiming Biafra
Was so big an agenda
Building militias
To **** and to tether
My opposed tribal brothers
And the critics of my powers
I denied much on media
All that hid in my fingers
My plans I held higher
The proclamation of Biafra
I am an educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border
Visible to the blind
Were were ready for a fight
Audible to the deaf
Huge price of war to pay
Hausas killed in numbers
By my igbo sons and daughters
yorubas were driven without boots
by my fellow Biafran youths
Ibibios were suspicious
So were Urhobos, Itsekiris and Ijaws
Enmity was at its peak
So high that none could breach
All these were my agenda
My services to Biafra
Was so good for me to render
On May 30th 1967
Was just like a fable
I declared in the open
Without even a wobble
The state of Biafra
Almost complete; an agenda
An anthem was composed
Flag and currency; none could oppose
The heat of the tension
Is such I couldn't mention
The height of jubilation
Not all did it favor
There was sorrow in the land
This, I cared not apart
I was a symbol in the world
For the havoc I did cause
I am an educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border
The war began
With no money at hand
We fought with pride
With pains in our hands
We fought with might
Defending our father's land
We died in mass
Numbers of air attacks
We killed civilians
Of the tribes against our plan
We'd shoot in the heart
Every oppose we'd catch
Nigerians were too strong
but we swore we'd burn
I saw no flaw
In the havoc I did cause
I am an educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border
Hunger and thirst
Was order of the day
Sorrow was a pest
and death had no end
Too many burdens to bear
The pains of war to pay
We ran out of guns
Bullets, grenades, even bombs
We had but matchets
Arrows, stones and spears
But We faced an army
Of full artillery
Our tragedy had no end
Even God couldn't help
So our homicide was cast
And We became fossils at last
Let those who seek war; stop and think
The pains of it;higher than that of peace
So I e'caped in a copter
Leaving my people to suffer
So on exile I did ponder
while millions died in yonder
I am an educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border
I write from the grave
From the hell of my pains
I was that educated soldier
Who took you to battle borders
And ran, leaving you to suffer
I was that educated soldier
Of an eastern defunct border.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
The paparazzi are staked out
For the latest splash trending.
Telephoto lenses focussed
On the door in a non-descript
Neighbourhood.
Eye-Witness copter hoovers,
We are in rhythm with the whirling
Chop-chop
Of breaking news.
Rivetted to our screens.
A door opens to reveal
A dentist
On his way to work,
Wearing alligator shoes
And wollen pants.
We'd hoped to see
A mane boa
Round his neck.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
A man in a hotel
witnesses some smoke
on his television
shot from a news copter
flying quite high
above the town below,
above a school, where
the schoolchildren of
Ms. Appleby’s class
turn in their papers,
but clamor to see a
woman on the side
of the road, who kept
her eyes on the road,
but crashed anyway.
The woman was calling
her husband- you
couldn’t see this from
the helicopter- but John,
her husband, was on
vacation in Hawaii
and will have to return
to his children, who
last told him of their
combined A+ in a project
written about the dangers
of cell phone use on
the road, done for their
teacher, Ms. Appleby.
John of the hotel
hangs up his phone,
and sighs.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
tweet my injustice
Let's all us combustus
and fritter away french fries
from the local till us nuts
Freakin' Friday
Meek and Nigh may
take away the saltines from the
mouths of youths
and put a large bass in my
kissing booth
I am Xavier
I am Charles
I once supposited a pack of
Marlboro's
Shamus mc **** Batman
the 'copter's on down furrows
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
I have bad dreams.
They come, unbidden, into my room at night.
They pass through the maze of my alcoholic daze;
They take me back,
Back to a dusty desert road;
Our convoy is headed towards Mosul.
But we never make it there:
The Humvee is upended by an eardrum shattering blast.
I am falling.
I see you are screaming but there is no sound..
Blackness.
I died three times on the medivac copter
But the Corpsman kept bringing me back.
I have bad dreams
In them I see the faces of the dead,
They are the faces of my friends;
My friends, for whom I mourn
Until this heart becomes a stone.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
return trips offered
for body.
some, we separate
long
after birth.
fourth baby
the first
errant.
surveyor of train car interiors.
job creation
as healer’s
refuge.
godmother
in a borrowed
copter hat.
the boy we call
egg mouth
who frees
his sister.
our meaninglessly
oral
talks.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
One day I thought, does dreams are important to fly?
Started thinking.....
Birds have wings and they touch the sky, copter has fan then they ply.
Can I have anything, so I can fly?
I neither have wings nor fan, shall i continue or drop the plan?
Little confused.
One day I got a dream that I am flying higher and higher,
I woke up and found myself on bed, I said Oh! dream you are lier.
I want to fly when I discussed with dad,
He reacted suddenly and said are you mad?
what to do, what to not, poured a water in my thirsty throat..
Thinking, I am one in millions crowd, what to do so dad feel proud.
He said to me are you mad? I will surely fly my beloved dad..
Later..
going deeper and deeper like a creeper in a book i got a line,
It really changed mind of mine.
Line was...
If your dreams are bound then you are on ground,
if you dream high you touch the sky.
I shouted yes this is the swing, for which i searched everything
Now I found the answer..
when to laugh, when to cry.
when to wet, when to dry,
when to quiet and when to scream,
How to sleep and how to Dream
It was the time when i found the Treasure,
Now I am happy and living in pleasure.
Oh my dad now I can clearly see,
Success was locked till, but now I found the Key.
Now I will touch the sky, because I got a answer How to FLY
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
Maximum threshold
The pain multiplied tenfold
It's raining outside
Shipwrecked and stranded
On the mast, wait for sunset
This goes on for days
Starving and marooned
Here comes forth a mighty swoon
Staring at the moon
Now comes a big wave
It could easily drown you
Sapped of your last strength
A bright light beams down
A helicopter above!
Deep breath, you've been found
Something isn't right
The copter is out of gas
Alas, it crashes
It was meant to be
The hands of fate decided
Both wash out to sea
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
Copper-coated copter flies with intention.
He knows just where he is headed,
no energy-bleeding, hope-wasting hither and thither.
His aim is there—
that slit of space formed by the incomplete union of two elderly deck planks.
The tiny-waisted tiny being glides inside.
Blackness welcomes him home.
Safe, safe, safe.
Rest! rest! rest!
(I know I am Nobody’s poet—And still!)
God, I want to be that wasp.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
he almost died when his car built with his hands and time,
and some of his money,
rolled over and over and over more times than mortals can
survive the shock of the stop,
after the pounding of every three sixty and hit finally a rocky, outcrop.
But my friend lived, more bumps and bruises than could be counted,
by his girl friend. Years later though,
south wind blew overnight with ten more centimeters, of light white powder,
when two died the slide came down after the copter left,
high in the mountains with no cleft,
to hug or find, safe passage as the snow cascaded faster than his car
ever did, driving him into, through the trees, far
he rolled over and over and over, the mass of white powder pushed
and pounded
until all was still,
and he was one of two held tight in the frozen grasp too long until
they found him,
eight others
were safe that day, as he told them how to do it the right way,
he went first,
then the number two, and that was all it took for the monstrous white
wall to become larger and harder than a rocky outcrop,
the only thing that ever made him stop.
©DWE102013
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
appointed anointed entitled insane
assaulted revolted compiled remains
jaunty raunchy defiled deranged
daunting exhausting exiled and caged
experiment serious fistful explain
mysterious furious pistol disdain
lodger copter laughter softer
walking wanting wading wearily watching
thumping trading
vapor water left unbothered
shot and pulled and dropped to fodder
pushing pouting prodding per i lously pinching poking
paper thought or kept to rot and sought to put the trough
but
type. speak. letters. words.
components honing rodents fuller shoulder bone boulder
broken beaten bottled breathing baker bleating basted by
faker fleeting fated fearing facing feeble fine
CHOKE
keeper of the cold and crafted cattle
come to coddle all the wretched blood
it would it was and has been done
the blooming of a bud
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 3:57 PM UTC
At the Nassau County Medical Center We nurses were put on alert;
A truck hit a small car on the L.I.E. leaving someone in a world of hurt.
Our “John Doe” was being air lifted and we heard the copter drone near.
One look at his face and I knew he was gone from this world of Love and Fear.
Yes, we all knew it was Harry from his unmistakable leonine mane;
The charts had him labeled as “John Doe” but we knew who it was just the same.
The doctors, like heroes, were fighting to bring Harry back from the grave
But his heart had been pierced by a sliver of glass; there was no way that he could be saved.
Had his heart failed him, there on the roadway, or had he been killed in the crash.
I couldn’t feel mad at the trucker who did what he could at the last.
We found a gold watch in his pocket. “Harry F. Chapin” engraved.
A man who had fought to save others but who himself could not save.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
There's a dinosaur in my washing machine,
having himself a bath.
There's a Brontosaurs in my refrigerator,
having himself a snack.
The Raptor in the rec room is just
romping round the ground.
There's a pony parading through the puddin',
A stallion on the stove.
There's horse in my hamper,
wrinkling all the clothes.
A duck went down the drain today,
while emptying the tub.
The cat is on the keyboard,
asking for a hug.
You might think my menagerie strange,
But you don't know the half –
That's just the animals,
who've given you a laugh.
There's a truck in the toilet,
a tractor on the bed,
and a big, pink convertible,
parked upon its head.
I found an airplane in my dishwasher
and a copter in the cupboard.
The books are in the broom closet,
The brooms are on the lawn.
Socks are on the front porch
Waiting for summer to come.
If this all seems crazy to you,
I'll guess that you don't know
the joy it is to have this mess
If you've not yet
been blessed...
'Cause sleeping in the car
Are toddlers two, and three.
04/02/2019
~MRC
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC