Eric's on the road again, another show just around the bend,
Guitar in hand, and his aviators on to avoid the glare of those stage lights in his eyes
(they're so blinding otherwise)
He'll be singing his heart out from somewhere tonight
and he loves it when he gets people singing his songs,
he always does his best to greet them with a smile,
they can chill with him like friends and family
for a while
Whether their lives are going great or wrong outside the walls of that concert hall
By: J.N.R Dutton
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 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
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,
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
~ ~ ~ ~
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
Planes fly everywhere
Aviators be aware
Towers sleeping there
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
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.
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....
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