Best Flyer Poems
circus performer
a family tradition
passed on to me
a big top flyer
Oohs and ahhs heard from below
in the spotlight's heat
higher I rise
reaching for my partner's hands
the moment of truth
I hold my breath
hundreds of feet above ground
grabbing victory
swinging freely
after somersaults flying
applause like music
an entertainer
my calling to defy laws
of gravity
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Damn, this guy sounds really angry
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The following flyer has been posted all over my neighborhood.
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Poisoning stray cats is Against The Law.
All violators will be prosecuted by me
To The Fullest Extent Of The Law!
I know who you are and I have the proof.
Photos, video, autopsies too,
I have enough evidence to arrest and book you.
Cease And Desist This Now and I'll be through with you,
because I'm a very calm and reserved individual generally.
I live my life at a very slow and stress free pace,
but abuse any animal and I break into a crazy
that will make your worst nightmare feel like your happy place.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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PS:
Just to give you an idea of who you're messing with,
I have no qualms at all getting the press involved with this.
This Is Your Final Warning, CEASE AND DESIST!
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Damn, I wonder who is posting all these flyers in my neighborhood.
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Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand and magic happens, time to go stop crime!
I mean on paper it sounds super cool like I've been created by Stan Lee,
But I could've done without nightmarish vision of the world crashing down around me,
What if I'm some secret government experiment on a top secret mission to infiltrate Arcadia Bay's educational infrastructure? Thanks Illuminati,
And come to think of it you know who'd love being next to a giant tornado? Jim Cantore,
But at least my days of missing the perfect shot are gone with my new time traveling abilities,
OOH! My superhero alias can be "Max Caulfield, artistic visionary",
Now if only I had a mask whenever I perform my superhero duty,
Like standing up to security guard bullies or...spilling paint on Victoria,
It's weird I actually know next to nothing about my power, can I fast-forward to infinity?
So far I've only used it to create my own phantasmagoria,
But I did save a life today,
My old best friend Chloe who after five years apart is still rescuing me when I'm being attacked,
Ironic that I'm the one with superpowers yet still needs to be saved,
Today's been so insane I swear if it's not mountains of homework it's a gun-wielding maniac,
Why can't my life just be normal again,
I want to go back to innocent thoughts of "ooo sunset you're looking pretty this evening, say cheese!",
And worrying about pop quizzes in science or working up the courage to talk to Mr. Jefferson,
Now I'm riding passenger in my blue-headed anarchist best friend's junky pickup truck trying not to go crazy,
Compared to your average teenage girl my life is strange.
"Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good"
...C.S. Lewis
Journey with me, james from Minnesota...
Begin this journey from a quiet place
Close your eyes and feel your good
Your mind has the gift of sight
And touch
Leave your body and rise above
Sunshine appears from the east
On a cloudless day
Pause above my garden, the aroma
From the soil promises rebirth
A few Purple Finches serenade joy
Melodious honey, expectant!
Around the corner, great fantails of male
Wild Turkeys shimmer proud plumage
To skeptical females, regal courtship!
Follow me into the forest
Eager mushroom spores send vital
Phosphorous and sugars up companion trees
And along fallen comrades, soon
Revealing nourishment to friends
And warnings to invaders
Lets soar higher!
Joining arrows of Geese, searching
Pockets of open water, where once was
Covered with ice
Higher still!
Bald Eagles, buffeted by earths release of
Warm air, perform lazy loops with you and
Me, spying prey unaware of Eagles eyes,
Tho we do not join them in their perilous
Descent upon the intrepid
We respect their need to survive
Further on, we transform back upon the
City streets, sending cautious impulses
To excited children, stepping into the
Streets, smiling when parents grasp their
Hands
Warmth now envelops us
Comforting our fears, knowing our
Creator, the One who combined all
DNA, who gave purpose to all life
Loves
Us
Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another
Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers
Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire
This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed
Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust
Why is everyone more worried
about another's attire
Is their own life so bleak and
dire
You help them climb higher and
higher
While we wallow in their mire
Is their life what you desire
What is it you are to aspire
Listen to the hark of the town
cryer
We have lost our sense of
belonging, what a quagmire
Going without,,,inside a briar?
Go within, up in your selves spire
Attend to your self,,,as your
self's squiar
Then, nar ye worry of depending
on a liar
Stop senseless hording for all
you can aquire
For truly no object you have or
hire
Is something you take with you
nor do you require
The qualities in others that you
admire
Duplicate deeds that help to
inspire
No need to be perched as a bird
on a wire
But face to face,,,with honor no
ire
All round the campfire,,,fiddles
and fifes accompany a lyre
All join in,,,the harmonious choir
Alone lumps of coal,,,yet set
afire
Not left unattended,,,or may
expire
Stoke the embers of light for
to flame the fire
Til shining blue,,,as bright as
light shone through saphire
Find that light in your highest
self,,,to inquire
Knock and recieve,,,don't er ye
tire
The bubble,,,the facade,,,burst like a pneumatic
tyre
When all exposed,,,we shall
reaquire
The balance of truth,,,nothing
left against to conspire
But hear us now all,,,life
contiues,,,onward hence until
ye expire
Don not watch life pass,,,for life shall transpire
No grievence to any,,,nar ye be a trier
We all come from one,,,for he was first to sire
In his image we are made,,,to the grail,,,the
supplier
DNA,,,a common bond,,,a bloodline,,,does bring us
nigher
Now spread your wings,,,you are a flyer
MamaD
My entire world captured in a camera lens,
Each second saved in imperishable moments,
It's like each picture is Father Time's tribute to Mother Earth,
And I'm merely a humble handmaiden bringing them closer together,
I'm a photographer, an artist, sort of,
Aiming to turn my life into a scrapbook,
By preserving everything I love,
It's not a hobby more of a personal passion but when I take pictures I still hope someone will look,
Cause it takes a special kind of guts to put your life out on display,
You're basically telling everyone, "hey guys look at these cool things I saw today!",
And then you silently hope and pray that they'll like it so you can get an A,
Now that I think about it the whole concept of "art school" is a terrible system,
It's a HUGE paradox, they're all "you see these great artists, you should strive to be like them.",
And then you get the ol, "everyone has their own unique style and all art is beautiful",
So the next time I get an F can I use that as my angle?
We lived in Charleston, West Virginia high up on a hill;
I wanted a Christmas present on which I’d catch some thrills.
Wooden slats anchored to curved blades of crimson red;
My fingers were crossed - Santa would bring a Red Flyer sled.
A rope in the handle bars to pull it up the mountain side,
I’ll wax down each metal blade to help make sure that it glides.
Snow we have a plenty up on the mountain top;
Laying on my tummy, dragging feet to make it stop.
You push on the handle piece in an attempt to make it steer,
But gravity is in control of that it is quickly clear.
You sled all day and then thaw out by the burning fire,
Thanking Santa and his elves for the new Red Flyer.
Young man, just try a glass of sangria,
Now, we all can see you are angrier.
Audience is not a ‘a must’ for Town Criers;
Their job can now be discharged by flyers...
One cries too long and one lips get drier,
More pacing about the legs look sorrier.
In some circles you become a pariah,
For being of all things Hollow Wood Carrier.
Yes, you keep that in mind, Prepared Crier:
A town crier’s voice might go higher
But to his critics “A Hopeless Liar”
Or in short, he is the no more needed,
His colleagues in other towns fast weeded.
two
sleds
me and
my brothers
rest against my wall
every night the same debate
blah, blah, blah.... lost youth ... or... blah, blah, blah... forever young
by Wayne Wysocki
The man on the flying trapeze,
Who loved eating chili and cheese,
Could travel much higher
Than anyone prior
With help from a flatulent breeze.
When I was a lad of eleven
I saw a tornado in the heavens;
A unique event in our vale
Leaving destruction in its trail-
Cattle & sheds flying without a sail!
Dragon Flyer..
Her and her black dragon roaming the earth for years..
Everything has been desolated earth torn to tears..
She has the dragon wings, with a dragons soul inside her heart..
The power, the wisdom, cloaked, flying Knight, awesome.
The dragon that she fly’s..
With his magical powers of no deny..
Their heart beats as one, their soul is black, not free..
The dragon flyer is evil, as her dragon can ever be..
They have been through many evil wars..
Usually called upon, by the evil Dark Lords..
There was this little train in Queensland
Quilpie Flyer was the name
Ran from Charleville to Quilpie
Made it every day the same
It was the Daily Mail Train
With a carriage at the back
Taking Ringers and Bush workers
Who went further down the track
A small steam engine for the traction
Have to tell you it was fast
The trip sure was all action
It really was a blast
The top speed when in motion
Maybe sixty miles an hour
Did not stop long at each station
Dropping mail, and meat, and flour
Had an unequaled reputation
As the fastest in the land
Charleville to Quilpie Station
The record sure to stand
This train ran up to the early 60s. It did the 215Klms trip, with 5 stops in two and a half hours. When it was at a station, a quick run up to the engine, and you could get a billy full of boiling water from the engine, for tea. As the train moved off, jump back on the passenger carriage as it went past. The driver would watch you on, before hitting the acceleration.
A display of giant eyes
But rarely morning flights tries;
Unwanted publicity her grounds,
All CCTV out of bounds!
With ears for the faintest cough,
Their sound-grabbing devices tough,
Also for the aerial steps of wizards
And the dins of far-off blizzards.
Always privy to a discussed murder,
Aware of chose who‘d dared to go further;
None therefore to presume her an idler
Nor for that matter mere Nocturnal flyer;
Such to qualify her for claimed damages…
She really has been frustrating savages,
On roof tops leaking that a family needs
To steer clear of what Omen breeds.
Nicely keeping us out of harm’s way
And specifically from emergency sick bay
From Night Prowlers we never thought exist
And from diseases we aren’t sure we can resist.
The owl knows about a maturing home call,
About every ghastly accidental fall;
The septic syringes we do not deserve
And a misspending of our millions on reserve.
The owl with her translatable hoots
Ahead goes to unearth their roots.