Aviators Poems

I Got It Going On

I’m in my prime,
just now finding my steps,
working on all four cylinders,
I’m a pistol, as sharp as a pin.
I’m not Joe Biden
I look younger in aviators.
My teeth are brand new
and who needs hair plugs?
I’m a spry 71, almost limber
just a little less stiff than timber.
Mockingbirds wolf-whistle me
as I jump out from a bush
to force some sage advice 
down some 50-something
whippersnappers throat.

Wonder Wonder

wonder wonder what we’ll do when the sky becomes not free
wonder wonder what life would be if we hid and flee
wonder wonder where we’ll go when we drown in sea
wonder wonder just who’ll remember what we did for thee.
 
we are men who gave our life so gallant as can be
we are men who flew the line in battle to save our  liberty
we are men that shed our blood  so proudly as an enlistee
wonder wonder if God will be there  in that forgotten eternal sea
 
will you be there raising a flag under that big chestnut tree
will you be there at my grave to honor by saluting me
will you be there in your thoughts  in a moment of reverie
 wonder wonder but we were  those true aviators at Tuskagee

Bermuda Triangle

Lies in the large area of Atlandic deep
Betwixt Florida, Puerto Rico, and Bermuda
A creepy, frightening, and mysterious reef
Formed the devil's triangle above atoll Barbuda

The heavily travelled shipping lanes of the globe
Where vessels vanished in mystic circumtances
Region where aircrafts routinely fly over and rove
But skippers and aviators still believe in chances

With the shot in the arm of weather satellites fly
Seen and noticed the unusual hexagonal clouds
Experts in atmospheric phenomena decrypt the sky
Hoped to save from deadly blast of water-air shrouds


Precioso Tano
May 13, 2017

Masters of Flight

Masters of flight,
Marvel of sights
Flying in from all over Europe,
Asia, Africa and America

Hovering and performing sharp manoeuvres
With successful acrobatic flights
And their wings constantly changing shape
The flap of their wings,
The envy of aviators

Believe it! The airplane is no match for them
As they stay airborne through wind gusts, rain and snow
Flying without a map
Following no prescribed path

They come in their thousands
Beautifully dressed for dinner
Very distinguished with their white heads
And showy white tails
Feathers fanned out for braking as they land

Masters of flight
Marvel of sight
Majestic soaring eagles

The Final Touch

Upon the foggy hills I sat
              With a hat on my bloody lap
             Contemplation is my thoughts
            Whilst humming in my lips
            Aviators all around
           Dropping shells to the ground
           With a big booming sound
            People screaming through the air
             Run for your lives they declare
           This is the way it was 
            Back in the year of 1921.

              The evil that is war
               Zaian war. 

7/1/16

The Deaf and Passionless Leaves

I remember it so clearly,
The first time I saw you.
You said you loved my aviators.

Our meeting was so ordinary,
And having nothing witty to say
I just asked your name  
Standing in that long driveway.

Who would have thought
Two years later
I would be whispering your name
To the deaf and passionless leaves
Just trying to ease the pressure
On my shackled, poem-filled, heart.

Focusing each minute you're near
On the propinquity of the irresistible.
Everything about you draws me,
And I am always pushing back
Against that ever present urge 
To fall in love with you.

Spring

Stunningly dressed, stirring in her crib, spring awakens.
Plants and animals ready for the princesses arrival.
Rolling  waves of aviators, nippers, roamers scurry all.
In turn blooming blossoms, blossoming blooms flavor froth the air.
Nourishing rays, falling rains provide the infant sustenance.
Gathered, gleeful the first born takes her seasoned throne.


Maurice Yvonne
10/01/2014

Dragonfly

Jet,
yeas, it is mean clearly full ahead,
helicopter,
well, another oddly iron Robocopter.

But look for dragonfly
for his camouflaged flying
when he chased the flies and mosquitoes
and others supersensitive and artful pilots.

He is moved absolutely disorderedly
and unexplainable,
full ahead and full back
and topsy-torvy,
with instant accelerating
and the same deceleration,
from great speed
to complete stoppage on air
(as a crawling tiger on grasses
when a gout turn to backward) ,
creating fantastic maneuvers and tricks in 3D
of the blissful summers performance
on the edge of lake, hear me,
it’s the figures of greatest pilotages
said practiced aviators
from MIGs, Hornets and Phantoms
and other airs strikers and predators.

Nature's Miracles

What a wonderful morning
has been bestowed upon us...
the sun's rays illuminating the sky
and warming the earth.
Birds in flight offer up their 
aria of songs, filling the air with
wordless music and landing on 
tree branches to rest or perhaps to
visit their fellow winged aviators.
The beauty of nature is all around,
inviting us to drink it all in,
using our eyes to see
and our ears to hear
the miracles that surround us !

Mans Dreams of Peace

Mans Dreams of Peace
     ~     ~    ~     ~
War hell no! It is not name of the game,
No bodies laying over the battlefields
There is no way I am today the same.
Women and children all dying in wet fields
All torn apart by war ugliness and warriors;
Must try hide in our nightmares to get sleep.
Helicopters seems to sounds like aviators,
Torn bodies of the war in it’s own attire 
Trying keep alive a dream that weeps.
Dreams of the dead must have ways to-conspire
Keep us from going back to peaceful sleep again.
Now we men dream of world peace within an dome,
Any major change in my sleep, is just spin,
For peace, not war! nor death! Just a home!
~
Steve L. Siegel
January 22, 2013

Air Traffic Controller

Planes fly everywhere 
Aviators be aware   
Towers sleeping there

The Warrior Spirit

Battle me, ill thrash thee into dust
Warrior spirit bust with a carnage thrust to ya chest
Evolving the sun into my godliness throne
But the moon says i make her moan
So i gotta plant my seeds into her lunar drones

Midnight admission, crackhead addictions
Street corner benedictions
Minotaur inscription ending in nothingness
Its best that opal u-turns, burn the scar deep within
Dragon blends seethe swords conceived tainted lore

Belize believe nothing else comes close, cuz i wrote IN'I gourds
African soldiery and more, strike existence snare
Pour youth between thin air blocks columbine shocked
Aviators rocked I flew higher than they ever got
Stocks and bonds cropped akuma slash block

My talents germinate brain waves optimistic in nature
Irreligious vapors incompetent 
Money rules the defense soon to trial, convictions vile
Shape up son, close is judgment interaction won
Unless hector had the gun and he was the one by your side

Picture Us

Think about this.
Us on the beach looking for each others souls.
Me on the sand,you on the shore.

Picture us in France in front of the Eiffel Tower.
Imagine us French kissing under the moon's ray.
Look at us. Me and you, you and I.

Imagine us together forever. Eternity awaits but we just say wait.
Our lives were always determined by our parents.
Two aviators of life we just leave home and pray to the Lord: 

"Lord, I love you and I need you. Come into my heart and bless me, my family, my home, my
finances, and even my enemies, in Jesus' name. Amen.

Surreality Tv:Season Iii

Tune in! Tune in!
Its "Lost":Season 8...strangers, stranded by fate
   If on a deserted island...how does the big guy NOT lose weight?
...Meanwhile, back at the lab,  producers are working around the clock
To find fake people, thrown in fake situations....feeding the foolish flock
  "Alright, I got one"!!  "We take ten beauticians...put them through flight school"
 Cameras roll to see thong-clad aviators in a battle...
    ....cattle come to seem them battle, for a job at TWA

The remote-control can warp your soul
   Jerry Springer's the warden in hell
Make's me ill--like advice from Dr.Phil
  not all men are scum, you ass kissin' bum!!
So I turn to "COPS" for some emotional guidance
    nothing settles me down quicker
        then seeing a shirtless wife-beater
            face down in cuffs.....damn, Dr.Phils onto something....

Fly-Boys

World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

By Tom Zart

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