Best Aviation Poems


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THE BIRTH OF AVIATION


It began with Orville and Wilbur Wright
Who had a vision of man in flight
They reasoned that if a bird can fly
What about man – why can't I

So work was started with a simple plan
That soon would lead to the flight of man
To see God's world from a view up above
Their work became a real labor of love

They both worked diligently day and night
To achieve their goal of man in flight
Eventually their dream came to fruition
And ushered in the age of space exploration

It led to much greater knowledge, and soon
Man even walked on the face of the moon
The Wright Brothers' vision has stretched beyond the stars
And now man is looking at walking on Mars

Due to the dreams of these flight pioneers
Who had a vision beyond their years
Man has been where none had trod
And 'played' in the veritable backyard of God


	Curtis Moorman
	1 June 2012

The Aviators' Alphabet

A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford
   B is for Bristol with their whispering giants
C is for Convair and Canadair also
   B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants.

D for De Havilland and those sleek Comet racers
   E for the energy shown at Embraer
F connotes Fairchild who made a Packet or two
   And G stood for Grumman at whom few tomcats stare.

H means Handley-Page or old Hawker-Siddeley
   Astounding the globe with their jump-jet designs
I’s for Invincible, she sailed with Sea Harriers
   J for the Jetstream with its dynamic lines.

K stands for Kaman so creative with rotorcraft
   L must be Lockheed, the Starfighter’s dad
Whining like werewolves when losing their airspeed
   Sure to send shivers down the spine of some lad.

M is for Mooney, sleek princess of pistons
   N recalls Northrop proud makers of Hornets
Patrolling our oceans from carriers grey
   Safeguarding airspace up close to the Arctic
Or defending the cargoes we import every day.

O for the Ospreys whose engines can tilt
   P means Piaggio with rare pushing propellors
Drowning-out tenors with their monotone song
   Queue for the taxiway, proceed as instructed
Safe separation your life will prolong.

R for those Robins with oddly cranked wings
   S stood for Sopwith, with taut wiring and struts
T for the Taylorcraft, no need for sprung nosewheel
   U for the uniformed men in rough huts.

V for those Vickers from Brooklands ascending
   W for Westland down Somerset way
X-painted large means don’t use this runway
   As it’s not been maintained for many-a-day.

Y is the yearning to sit in a cockpit
   To strap oneself tight to a privileged seat
Z for the Zeros that rattled their cannons
   And so strafed the decks of a Pearl Harbour fleet.

A Different Kind of Love

I was quite young when I saw him for the first time...
I admit I was unsure about it...
But...
It was the first time I had felt such a connection...
a longing...a necessity...
I approached him nervously...
I still wasn't convinced!
But he held me in his arms...and promised to keep me safe...
I felt strangely attracted...it wasn't something I had experienced before!
Although our meeting was short...he didn't leave my mind...
I searched for him day and night!....
I was restless...and couldn't wait to meet him again...
He had promised me..that he will come...
and he did!
My happiness knew no bounds!
And when I saw him...he was more fascinating than before!
He loomed large on the tarmac...
And told me to accompany him...in the journey through the skies!
On wings of love we soared...
He asked me to promise him my devotion...
I did...
And then..again flew off my dreamliner...into the skies...
Waiting for me to someday sit in the cockpit...
And see the world through his eyes...
And that's how I fell in love...
with aviation!


Aviation

Yesterday I was in Rome,
The end of a vacation.
Today, though, I awoke at home,
All thanks to aviation.

I tracked my flight upon the map,
The little arrow moving
And didn’t take a single nap,
The choice of films improving.

They served two meals, a snack as well,
Plus drinks for our imbibing.
The hours slipped by, as you can tell
From what I’ve been describing.

The flight was smooth, the hassles few;
No turbulence or rocking,
Though sure enough, and right on cue,
Some jet lag’s come a’knocking.

CIVILIAN AVIATION, MILITARY AVIATION

Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
These are the factors, Computable path
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
Tea is the Chai , these are herbal infusions 

Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
Hardware, software, as service is SAAS
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
This is my goal, I pursue the intrusion

Gnomics, the calculus, logic and sense 
Poem is written with state of Defense 
Strategy, Tactics and the Workarounds
Review at this stage automatically rounds 

Goals and tasks, the intentions, warfare
What would be way to be reasonably clever
Functions, the logic, historical concrete
Cognitive science of humans is on it 

Cognitive science of humans is on it
Where cognition of humans are moron
Still we opinions value
They bore us

Stale and unsolvable, product of firms
Solutions in stall, in the air these soares
Starting conditions, weather, magnetic
Ethics is difficult, complex is ethics

Broken, dissolved, are the points and aspects
We do crave the power
We want many assets 

In cases of what 
The presumption of innocence
Facts contradict 
What's its luminescence 

Glow in the dark 
Little beacon for radar
Visible spectrum
TATATA TATATA

Rhymes and melodies, noise and annoying 
You are the foe, I am the foeing
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