Best Aviator Poems

Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky 
with steel blue dye

Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain

As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive 
like a mercenary bird of prey

A king’s ransom is your...

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An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she? 
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.  
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I 
Do call her for a chat - she is a mischievous trickster.
Every time she dawdles, I give her a gentle...

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