Best Airborne Poems
There was an ample dame of Knight
who with her waistline had a fight.
Doing daily exercises
reduced her about six sizes.
In wind she’s seen taking flight.
Up in the air again
I was down on the ground
But now I’m hovering
There is so much miles
I am covering
Borne from the air
I’m soaring higher
Like it ever did
Burning down the bridges
Of my memory
Where the oceans
Meet the sky
I’ll be flying
Oh, I got lightning
In my veins
I’m flying at the speed of light
And it ain’t over
I am reaching supernova!
Winking on before the stars
These little airborne lamps
Endowed my neighbourhood
As my wide grey eyes feel good
I must stop and stare
As electric insects appear
No one can take this view from me
As long as my eyes can see
Dancing in their flights
Guided by several lights
Every dawn must die
As they skillfully fly
From the beetle family
With a light-based vocabulary
Giving a lovely glow
And a call and response show
See their lower abdomen
Several lights for men
Yellow, green and orange light
Chasing out darkness at night
Observe the cold light
Has it any heat?
Very few ultraviolet rays
Useful in many ways
O! miniature lightening bugs
Let scientist give you hugs
For they've learnt from thee
As we all could see
Thomas Edison became envious
Is his bulb a match for yours?
Heavy electric bills today
Firefly, I need thy ray
Have you ever seen a firefly? If you haven't, please strive to see in their darkness flight.I advise you check your electric bills today and think of what these small creatures can offer.
Every man has a mission
An objective
To carry out the orders of the commanding officer
What will be the plan after this war is over?
Shall we begin anew?
Can we place this ugly Godforsaken place behind us?
We all have a past
We all have families to return home to
What will be the condition of their hearts?
Will they really care what I have been through?
It has been a pure living hell for me out on this battlefield
Jumping from the hull of this vast B29 flying through the darkness
Landing in a place that isn’t even to be found on my map
My compass has gone haywire and the arrow is broken
My heart broken too as I try to piece this ugly war together
Who am I shooting at anyways?
Isn’t he my brother?
Aren’t we all just children of the same God?
How did we get here in the middle of this pasture?
And how in the hell am I gonna find my way home?
My wife’s heart is torn
My infant son doesn’t even know what I look like
And I haven’t written a check in over 48 months
Who am I now?
Just a weary worn soldier
Help me get out of this place God, and give me a new plan
A new directive
A new path to heal this broken heart
I just want to get out of here alive and make it home to my family
Once I arrive I will await a new set of plans
Starting anew with great anticipation
My parachute unhitched as I descend upon the beach
Bring me home soon, God
May this nightmare called war be behind me ever so quickly
I need a ticket home and I need it now!
Gwendolen Rix
10-24-14
The Twenty first division of the airborne flying rats,
were perched upon a building ledge above my block of flats.
This way and that ,their beady eyes, sought targets on the square,
and then en masse, they launched themselves, in squadrons to the air.
One little lady unaware of the danger from above,
was busy feeding sparrows with crumbs of bread and love.
The Formation of the Twenty First began their bombing run,
Camouflaged in pale blue plumes, they dived out of the sun.
Too late, too late, the sparrows launched, in panic'd flapping group,
as both the lady and the square were raked by pigeon poop.
A passer-by in sympathy produced tissues in in a wedge
‘No it’s far too late for that; they’re already on their ledge!’
Then the Twenty First Division of the Airborne flying rats,
returned to base, their run complete, re-landing on the flats.
With chests puffed out and heads pulled in, the squadron stood so proud,
as far below the carnage wrought, attracted quite a crowd.
Looking up man exclaimed, ‘I seen it, it was them,’
and pointing to my block of flats, let fly a gob of phlegm.
‘Those dirty flying poop filled birds have made this town a mess,
Someone ought to do something, we ought to make redress.’
A committee formed and motions passed and poop law was laid down,
that any pigeon, found at large, was fair game on the ground.
Dogs were trained and cats were bought, to thwart the dirty foe,
and with catapults and airguns everybody had a go.
Thus the mass attacks were finished, and group bombings lost their fun,
So the flying rats just changed their ploy, and started solo runs.
Arriving for my first visit, not knowing what to expect
Instantly awestruck at the plethora of trampolines
Ready to jump feet first into a new adventure.
Bouncing up, down, in, out, to and fro
Over and over again. I spot the soft foam pit,
Racing towards it, I take a leap of faith
Naturally full of enthusiasm and a youthful
Energy that knows no bounds at the moment.
Eagerly looking around the massive building wanting
X-tras like dodgeball, slam dunk, and the high-flying
Trapeze—where I swing through the air and land safely
Right in the middle of the blue and red squares of foam. I
Enter the battle beams where I was defeated by an older
Male. Nearly two hours later, and all good things must come to an
End. My first experience at a trampoline park was a success.
August 1, 2019
(An Acrostic Poem)
**Side note: I wrote this poem from the point of view of my 12 year old son. This was his first experience at a trampoline park called Airborne Extreme. He had a great time and has enjoyed the amusement center a few times since.
People I knew who escaped alive
From Arnhem, the Bridge too Far,
That Unsuccessful campaign
Of The Second World War.
But for a leg broken in practice
Richard would have been there
Maybe jumping to his death
Through the clear still air.
Captain Bill, then a glider pilot.
A hazardous way of arrival
Cutting down the chances
Of his amazing survival.
Old Alan the Para
Not long passed on
Who yarned over a pint
About times long gone.
Other people I served with,
Names gone beyond recall,
Shades of faces remembered,
Surviving Heroes one and all.
Eighty years later I’m here
In a state of anticipation
To tour the museum
Set at its exact location.
I dug my toes into the tile floors
through the custom issued socks
and ahead I looked at the psychs counter
and with energy and lift I would rock
I began to run while the guard looked on
he wondered what my actions would be
but a swift pursuit I had in mind
to fly in grace for all to see
Then as my feet left the ground
the guard forcefully tackled me
slamming my head into the counter
and then down to the floor half gracefully
A crowd of staff then jumped on me
and I hugged them back as I knew I would live
they gave me a shot that knocked me out
but I was glad it's what they give
I woke up in an MRI machine
and heard them talking of my arousal
but I would black out once again
only to awake on a psych ward bed
I ask myself should I have taken the flight
trying to fly right through the sky
but it is our flight or fight response
that keeps us from rolling the die
Letter to Kim
We were young lovers, you played a game
I am leaving my love; take with me my dream.
Your magical charm is sweeter then wine.
I am yours; I am yours; not sure, you are mine
All longings are still; I don't know what to say.
I don’t know how to leave; I don’t know how to stay.
I am lost in a crowd...far, far from home
like a golden ray of a fading blue moon,
memories and moonlight enshrine your face,
your laughter, your tears in a far away place.
I count the stars in an alien land
and dram of the gentle touch of your hand.
Tonight on guard, time is walking so slow.
A teardrop fell in the silver-white snow.
In reaching his goal, a man travels alone.
In a far away country, I am dreaming of home.
Life is a task! Love is to blame,
when in search for an answer I hold on to my dream.
aquire
spitfire
retire
expire
To soar on wings aquire spitfire fly,
last flight alights retire expire sigh.
1/ 21/ 2018.
On Military Parachuting
In the light of your mortality,
The trials and tribulations of everyday life,
Diminish considerably.
The rain
If comes too often
Makes people sad
Besides flood and flu
Inconveniences and economics hazards
I pity the rain because it's like
The sky is crying
A lot of sorrow is ahead
The rain is busy washing away Deforested soils, human sins and Airborne virus
Don't cry baby
You make me feel so sorry and helpless
Your heart insisted down this road
Where you could only retrace broken hearts
Hopping along a naive green toad
Taking your chances in a three-wheeled cart
Make the leap...why not take the step
You’ve had your wings since you were born
Take the step...from nothing make your stamp
Spread across the sky...so high you’re airborne
You might lose control and come crashing down
That’s okay, we all must rise and fall
It’s up to you to get back up and get even
Defy gravity...’cos the ground only levels us all
Your whole’s stronger than these hurts...they heal
Your soul reaches farther than any craft
The heart pumps more than just our blood...it’s hell
Written so beautifully, life’s unedited script
So 2.5 kids later, we’re still together
But you're not average, slightly older and aging gracefully
Sitting on this porch, our life memories we gather
Grateful we ever got to meet unintentionally
A fairytale ending we seldom ‘in the end’ ever get
But you’d never know if you don’t make the leap
You’d fall in love or get pushed even further apart
‘cos from nothing you became airborne...you gave me hope
Today, our sun shone neath a haze
that blocked its rays.
Views disappeared;
the air looked weird.
The weather forecast sounded great;
blue skies, clear fate.
Stead, we were shroud
inside a cloud!
But, then I heard, as the news broke,
wildfires spread smoke
from West to East-
an airborne beast!
July 21, 2021
Contest: 12 Lines In Rhyme
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhyme Scheme: aabb, ccdd, eeff
Syllable Count: 8,4,4,4, 8,4,4,4 8,4,4,4
SAND
airborne
dust devil
stinging whirligig
rips my hair, eyes, and skin
I’m well-scoured and abraded
“Cleansing sand storm, if I survive.”
NB: Clarity Pyramid, two triplets and a single line; 1/2/3/5/6/7/8 (7 lines total)