Best Crash Landing Poems
Some say tomorrow promises not jubilation but annihilation. And others say that tomorrow will bring horrors and sorrows. Tomorrow, a myriad of people will dream and celebrate yesterday. Tomorrow, many will not sleep but have nightmares about the future.
Tomorrow, I need not stop, park, recline, resign, and claim 'what's mine'. Tomorrow, I need not live with regrets, make fewer requests, and never again protest. Tomorrow, I will not look, feel, act, think, walk, and talk as if an anged ancient hasbeen. Today, I will not be anxious, stressful, and worry about what might happen tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the 'Age of R's": Redemption, Reconciliation, Rededication, Resilience, Resolution, Resurrection, Restitution, Reconstruction. Tomorrow will bring Restoration, Renewal, Revival, Revisitation, Returns on Righteous investments, and the Revolution of good. Tomorrow is the golden gateway, the ocean expanse, for that 'best' which will have finally come.
Based on the news media as well as social media available, tomorrow looks worse by the day. Should I hide my head in the sand and brace for a crash landing, or keep hoping, voting, and praying until the politicians come to an understanding, or head for the hills until the smoke settles, or get into my bunkers before the bombs start falling, or until the freeze is melted, or until the hurricane ceases?
If such were my only source of information, I too would be filled with intimidation and frustration. But my sources tell me to look up because my redemption is near and that tomorrow bodes great things. Based on a book that I have been reading for more than 50 years, tomorrow is looking better every day.
11262018PoSoupContest, Tomorrow, Edward Ibeh
Communication has gotten erratic,
there's a lot of outside interference
Aluminum yawning creates constant static
I can't hear you ... can you hear me?
Stonewalls separate us,
frequent bathroom stalls
breaks the mood, flushes the trust
How did this happen to us?
I'd be the first to admit, we have a problem
Calling Houston, code red: Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Our love has become stale,
left unattended for too long in the marital breadbox
Inaction is squeezing the life out of us
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox ---
Our marriage is falling at terminal velocity,
time is speeding up on the self-destruct clock
We have a serious problem, dear
Do you hear me talking, tell me you can hear
We have us a critical problem,
and we both need to try and figure it out,
time is ticking down on the self-destruct clock
We have a big problem here
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
We're headed for a crash landing
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
This marriage is almost dead
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Unless we find the missing answers in the black box
Freddy the Fly
Meandering on
the ceiling one day,
Suddenly got a "heads up!"
He glimpsed from
three hundred or so,
Of his left side eyes,
A sight guaranteed
To make a fly's fear
rise.
For there was Sidney
The Spider...
Just "Hanging Around"
On his "Web Site"
Couple of sets of
Spider eyes,
Watching a Spider delight...
A potential self delivered meal
What a Spider deal!!!
He waved to Freddy
In a "Come Hither" way,
With as close to
a smile, a spider
is able to make...
But Freedy was
a "Fly Of The World"
And knew an invitation
He should not take...
So Freddy buzzed around
In teasing Sid,
Turns out,
A dumb thing he did...
Suddenly a psssstt...
A mist,
By Black Flag spray,
This fly was kissed.
He spiralled down
In a fly crash landing
Found himself...
Barely standing...
He survived, but now had
Em-fly-sema
His wings would never again
Flap as fast...
He resolved venvenge
On evil Sidney...
For distracting him so much...
He'd find a way to take
The day...
There would be revenge's
touch.
(To be continued....in......
"The Amazing Adventures Of Freddy the Fly"!!!)
High above clouds
You flew
Radar focusing beneath
In search of prey.
Image fell on screen
One walking in haste
His head bowed down
Wondering at
Mismatching arithmetic
At home, office
Breaking his back
To meet ends both
Nebulous mind.
Flare in your eyes
Like a diving bird
Impertinent crash landing
Sharp claws clung
An ascension with prey
Into unreachable heights
Vanishing into thin blue.
A quill is shed
Life drops dead.
Bike Riding
Once, I was able to navigate my sleek black Fuji racer, sitting arrow straight, pushing hard, and hands at my side. It’s amazing to think I was able to maintain my balance, down hills, around
unyielding corners, no plastic garbage pail stuck on my head to protect what little brains I had in the first place. Ah, those were the days.
I was dashing and daring back then, hawk-like eyes focused, clear and bright. There was no need to squint until my head ached. I rode with a pack of wolves, flying maniacs all part of my tribe, hurling down streets littered with the remains of Detroit’s monsters. There was no sissy water bottle stuck on the frame, no reflective side mirrors to steer me away from danger. No, just a basic stripped down machine was all I needed as if I was a test pilot screaming past mach one, the rush of pure adrenaline.
Now, when I bike ride, I feel weighed down with the expectation of a crash landing about to happen. Flung backwards by the slightest breathe of wind, I choke the handle bars with white knuckled kid gloves with eyes glued to the road, I expect the worse is always about to happen, watching the odometer to gauge how far I have gone, and how much time I have left.
There’s a mob around the corner… and it looks like they are coming here.
Yep! Dragon must be in trouble, tho I can’t imagine what, where, or when.
Must be rather serious, for pitchforks are definitely, coming around the bend.
Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! Oh! Whoa is me! Yep! Here we all… go again!
I surely, should be more careful, as Dragon escaped me early this very morn.
So I went out to meet them folks, and find out, what had gone, so very wrong?
What? Dragon accidentally hit an outhouse? And it rolled WAY down a hill?
There was someone within? He was the Sheriff of CrazyLand? No! Not HIM!
It seems we never win! But there’s more? Dragon finished his crash landing…
By Knocking down the town Water Tower, that serves all, both, near and far?
Then, on the way back home, he told the Sheriff he smells, and to get a bath!
I guess it’s WAY too late, to go home, to bed, and then to cover up my head?
OH MY! Well! Then! I’ll tell the Trolls to fix the Water Tower before it dark!
And YOU, our lovely Sheriff, can use our shower, since we have our own well.
And as for cooking food this day… Bring it here… for Grandpa Troll to make.
A block party would be perfect after all… Now, Really… Don’t you think?
So every thing turned out all OK… with so many nimble hands always about!
But Dragon had to repent… You see… And stay firmly there, beside my knee…
And yes… We even fixed that old out house! But, still… I’m grateful to say…
It all can stay around the corner… just like yesterday… and, soon… today!
Written 10-11-2014 Contest: 'One of Your Best'
OK fellow soupers, sit back and relax;
I'm about to smash this "SAMURAI" with the "AFRO."
So with this POETIC ANTHRAX,
watch how I poison him with my sick FLOW.
dakarai your slams are for the city dump.
I wouldn't dare get beat by no poetic chump!
dakarai open this surprise envelope,
and enjoy what I now have to say.
I'm picking up that "SOAP,"
and I'm throwing it back your way!
"Inmate this" and "inmate that"
Your slam was a hit and miss for I'm a Poetic Acrobat!
Come on dude I expected something new.
Show some "gratitude" that I'm even "slamming" with you!
Soupers know you "bit" off "P.D.,"
because she first mentioned the "SOAP!"
Where's the originality?
Let me just tell you your horoscope...
Today is the day that you have extreme bad luck.
For you're finally being hit by a poetic MACK TRUCK!
I see I have you mad,
because I said you and Chris like to dry-hump!
I'm crash landing on your heliopad -
You poetic chump!
You mentioned "G.I. Joe,"
A 'cartoon' - go figure!
You say you're "Rambo,"
But why am I pulling this trigger?
"Boy," you don't "shine," I've distinguished your "shark."
So you FRANKENSTEIN, enjoy the dark!
You say you "blessed my soul" like the "Pope" in Rome.
Give me a drum roll as I take these shots to your dome!
You say "My pen moves too slow"
Chump I focus on other stuff too.
I'm getting Billy-the-kid to shave that afro,
because I'm not soley thinking about you!
I'm leaving your "writing hand" a bloodied stump.
I wouldn't get beat by no poetic chump!
Ok forget "slam," we can ask soupers who's the better poet - you or me?
They can have a poll for the Romeo and Troll (who writes the best poetry!)
On my first day in a car factory
A simple girl threw herself at me
I guess I was standing
Too close to the landing
Of the car filled with crash test dummies
A cowboy is thrown from his horse
Crash landing in dense prickly gorse
He's screaming so loud
It draws quite a crowd
The ‘bucking feast’ - shot dead of course!
8,8,5,5,8 per HMS
Checked with Rhymezone
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
05/03/22
The heart of the mountain burst into the endless sea
And here lies the ash in the salt we are washed
Black and white and the grey air between us
Since time first sounded the gunshot to the human race
Footsteps resounds through the smoke and gun powder
Can our vague cause get any louder?
We have settled the earth with good intensions
We have sickled the earth without preservation
And life is a heat wave escaping sharp reason
I remember the ice age through this forest fire
My mind swinging through the fallen branches
My heart singing through the dark trenches
An empty throne for the prince of peace in this time of war
My kingdom scattered all over the kitchen floor
I am sober minded…so let it flow
History has paved the runway back to our future
The burning light clear to our crash-landing
Human nature autopilot-ing
Balcony birds eye view
Tiny gardens as tin soldiers
Tight in a row
Some as spoilt cherished children
Desired domains
Some have dinked boxes
Former relished
Remains....yet still standing
One seems a foxes
Potential secret den
Wildflower prolific
Non specific
Design on the eye
Nor ideas of grandest
Grace
Just good honest wildflowers
Bursting micro colours over and out
Of their space....
Sparrows combined free falling...
Sight
Spitfires versus...... Focke-wulf
Engrossed in that oh so intense...
Dog-fight
Crash landing within the foliage
Of
The
Grandest tree
Exit sprite....one cabbage White,
Flits of hurriedly...
And the warbling starch collared wood-pigeon... settles
To sing his gracious sermon
Within the sparrow's demise
His dull low call, to me
Surreptitiously... stole the show
It was indeed a glorious
Sunday... Morn
And what happened to the battling birds
I confess..I do not know
So you took your best shot,
but sadly it rimmed out
Rocket swish arc reached for the brightest star ...
only to receive
a missed blastoff launch tipoff
Got time zone sent head fake crash landing
to the parquet floor ocean bottom
Love is a heart rattling thing ...
net elusive,
and so very nylon tantalizing
And when you make the wrong call,
false accusations that fray
Out of the hoop pops the ball —
a certain love score
gets taken away
Now you’re muttering low,
back pedaling thru life so slow
Pounding your fist into your chest,
knowing that you never really gave your best
Ever looking to shoot for
the easy access escape route,
because the tight rim of iron doubt
always caused a falling out
And when the circular tears
would finally start to double dribble down,
only the comforting benched touch
of your leather sofa felt soft
Then faded backcourt memory fears,
became a slippery slope surface
for a failed playa pawn Globetrotting clown
It was your last shot to win,
but the sure aim drop just rattled out
To the high displeasure
of a mumbling, low-post peeved pout
Losing ain’t a sin,
if love
wasn’t a game
you were simply playing
day’s light quickly fades
rumbles from mighty jaws near
bitter winds utter their last gasp
my arms are in a flurry
bare branches lash against the farmhouse
struggling to avoid the chimney’s embers
“Snap,” the sound rings out
pain I bear as I split in two
crash-landing on the horse barn
sunrise comes again
displaying carnage below
nearly lifeless, my tears fall like rain
Anger and I
We've seen the world together
Pulled each other out of predicaments
Big and bigger
And those trivial, solipsistic yet consuming
We've justified painful moments and inexplicable mistakes
Wrought with caked-on sobriety and confession
We've denied the passage of trusting souls
Through impermeable wastelands begging for harvest
We've crawled up and down slippery slopes
Whether we retained knowledge or not
Whether we knew the difference between the given nadir or zenith
And yet reveled at each arrival, crash-landing and all
We write and sing and bleat for each other
As the expressions of our inner beliefs ride the third rail
The resonant harmonies of destiny and desperation
Sketched by love gone right and wrong
Carved by Herculian notions that no one else can seem to bear or grasp
Leaving my friend and I
To arm-wrestle and embrace each other deep into eternity.
(12/25/11)
The birth of my constellation
Holds the magnetic Pole to my wanderings
The answer to every unsolved equation
The indestructible capsule to my crash landing
The passion burning deep within
My core captive to her gentle tug of gravitation
In a galaxy of love ever expanding
She's the brightest star
And I shine whenever she smiles
She completes my visual spectrum
In an explosion of universal colour
Fills my lungs with laughter
With her bodysuit squizzed into a vacuum
My rainbow across the walken
After a Solar storm
My spaceship to unknown undiscovered worlds
She's my morning star
Guiding my every sunrise
My moonrise
My night's beam of light
My sunset when I close my eyes
And a woman scorned
Whenever she opens her blackhole
And I disappear with my lies
Searing in the blue flames of her eyes
The torch of knowledge liberating the mind
Above all doubt
A shooting star in a loop around my heart
I'm in orbit around her multidimensional love