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F-5 Tornado

The warm temperature drops outdoors,
    And first drops of fresh rain sprinkle.
      The thunder claps right above me,
         As lightening is striking afar.
         Dust is blowing in the wind,
         Trees are bending fiercely,
            A train horn blares,
              As the core nears me.
              Then sudden silence,
             A calm reappears.
              Electrical fires start,
               For a moment one
            Thinks it’s over,
             Then it starts
              Again quickly.
                 Passing by my  
                Home taking
                 My neighbors,    
                  Tin flying by,
                   The tornado
                      Fades, look                   
                         At all the
                            Damage.
                                 And I 
                                     Am
                                       Uns
                                              c
                                                  a
                                                       t
                                                            h
                                                        e
                                                           d.

My poem is about Tornadic weather and evokes
Water in, 'first drops of fresh rain sprinkle'
Wind in, 'Trees are bending fiercely'
Earth in 'Dust is blowing in the wind'
Metal in 'Tin flying by'
Fire in, 'Electrical fires start'

Feeling in 'The warm temperature drops outdoors'
Smell in 'First drops of fresh rain sprinkle'
Taste in 'Dust is blowing in the wind'
Sight in, Lightening is striking afar'
Hearing in 'A train horn blares'
_____________________________
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's
Five Senses / Five Elements contest.


Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009


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Autumn Reverie

Shifting haze, so slowly trailing
Through wood and field, now veiling
Melancholy skies, holding back the tears
With wild geese flying to meet other years.
Flames of crimson torches come flinging
Leaves on knarled branch swinging; 
Desolate winds rush leaping
Taking flowers to their final sleeping.
In the groaning of the atmosphere
Unfolding sorrows weep with the fading year;
Fields of cluttered stubble are tangled
With rampant weeds, dew drop spangled.
Flocks of birds leave like flying missiles
Over fields of corn and drying thistles;
Then my dream of autumn fades, paling
Through a grandeur all prevailing
When sunset fires light sky and sea
And sink in the breath of serenity.




Copyright © elizabeth wesley | Year Posted 2011


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Freedom

In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.

It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.

Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;

How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.

Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.

I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.

Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!

© Connie Marcum Wong



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014


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The Flight of Bebo

Bebo was a bird
who could not fly
He kept flapping his wings 
'cause he knew he must try

There were two other birds 
that were laughing at him
As he was jumping and flapping
up high on a limb

It must be so hard 
to be stuck in a tree
Said, those two silly birds
That were laughing at me

I do not like you
get out of my tree
Don't you have somewhere to go?
Don't you have somewhere to be?

Bebo then said
let me get back to my endeavor 
Or, I'll be stuck in this tree
forever and ever

He knows he's a bird
he eats worms and sings
He just needs a good breeze
to get under his wings

Bebo worked hard all week 
to get into the air
Then he started to cry
Yelling, this isn't fair

With tears down his cheeks
Bebo looked at the sky
He said, I know I'm a bird
so why can't I fly?

The wind then spoke out
and said, It's not how you try
You must climb to the top
You must get really high

Then open your wings
and face into me
I will help you find flight 
just get up there, you'll see

Bebo went to the top
of his lonely old tree
He opened his wings
and, waited to see

The wind then picked up
and, carried him high
Bebo was laughing with joy
'cause now he could fly

From that day on
Bebo was happy with flight 
He said goodbye to his tree
and, then he flew out of sight


Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013


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ENGELBERT EFFLEFLUMP FOR DR SEUSS CONTEST

Engelbert Effleflump put on his disguise Climbed in his orcetector and rose in the skies For his mum hated flying and must never know That Engelbert’s job was in an aerial show Poor Engelbert hated deceiving his mother He’d go out of the house under cloud cover He’d loop the loop in pink polka dot skies Twirling in his orcetector each time he flies Over mountains of candy and lollipop trees Floating on green clouds and lemonade seas Only children knew his secret, they’d point with delight Look there goes Engelbert - he’ll be home by midnight! But disaster happened on one foggy day Poor Engelbert crashed at a flying display He was not badly injured - only his pride But how could he tell his mother he’d lied Unable to continue flying he told his mum of his work When she discovered his secret life, she went BERSERK She shook her gold furry arms high in the air Now confined to his room Engelbert did despair Engelbert begged and he pleaded, but she wouldn’t listen Tears formed in his orange eyes, oh how they did glisten That night he decided that he must simply be free Couldn’t live with his mother – how they did disagree Next morning he munched on his wigglerly grub Drank his foaming juice from the chocberry shrub He announced to his mother that he had a plan We would get a new job, become a delivery man Engelbert moved into a chocolate house He lives there with his purple pet mouse His new job lets him work at his own pace Delivering dreams to Effleflumps in outer space * an orcetector is a word that was made up by the little girl I used to be a private nanny to - she was just 2 years old and she couldn't say helicopter. Contest:- Children’s story Dr Seuss Style Sponsor:- Casarah Nance ~awarded 4th place~ 08~21~15


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Cry For Wind

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings

Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across the land
Where the road once walked and wound
Stranded in mountains of sand

Clamp your claws around my waist
‘till my harness groans and falls
You will hold my torso raised
You, impenetrable wall

No giant strong enough to win
Or to grab us from the sky
No demon vile, no sinner's skin
No Cyclops to burn us with his eye

Fly my Harpy, take our dreams 
Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad
Cherish fragile shining beams 
Screech seductively and glad

Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me, my love, your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
You and me are blood of kings

***

March 23, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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Just A Small Poem For A Friend

         Little blue bird
                         without a name
                                It's you I heard
                                    I play your game
                                       High in that tree
                                    You sing a song
                            And you want me
                  To fly along
             The beach is near
              But stars are far
                  A sky so clear
               And then we are
        Above the clouds
      The clear blue sea
       We sing out loud
           Just you and me

***

May 30, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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Horse From Mars

HORSE FROM MARS

It came from the sky, a gray silver stallion.
I looked up high, and I have also seen a dragon.

With so many things in this universe.
I'm on stand-by with a camera in my purse. 

Who would have known I'd be the first to spot a PEGASUS.
The town folks wave hi every time I walk my hippopotamus.

I enjoy showing everyone, my pictures of a flying horse.
I don't see why they call a DOCTOR every time I call the TASK FORCE

I think they are jealous over all the things I've seen.
They act all crazy since I sighted a LEPRECHAUN when I was fourteen.

No one ever believed me when I saw an army of dragonflies.
They have a name for me "the boy who See's too much in the skies!"

I don't know why they can't see what I see.
For all I know they are all experiments under Alien Technology.

They don't believe me how I got this magic MEDALLION.
It was a friendly gift from the silver stallion.

I also have many pictures of a  UNICORN.
We became best-friends when he gave me a piece of its magic horn.

We sat together while he drank from the lake.
We enjoyed talking, --talking about how U.F.O.'s are fake.

Why can't they see? The day I fell off a boat, I got rescued by a MERMAID!
Who would have known a mermaid swim around with first-aid.

I also remember the day I followed a LEPRECHAUNS.
We were playing under the rainbow having so much fun.

When I told my doctor about all the things I've seen.
He locked me in a DUNGEON, thinking I was the ALIEN QUEEN.

I begged and I told him I don't believe in any type of alien.
Too bad the master of this dungeon came from another region.

In a way he looks like that one SILVER STALLION from Mars.
The first creature I'd seen the day I fell off the monkey bars.

I have this picture of this horse of course.
JUST help me out of this white-jacket!!! ;-)
If you want to see the coolest picture of a flying horse. 

   ~SKAT~
       &
(A small collaboration with: B-Boy)

re-post for ~FUNNY CONTEST


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011


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Please Give me Wings

Wash my heart and make it clean
Remove the grime from where it's been 

Take my idle hands make them yours
Use them to open holy doors

My cracked lips long to sing your praise
Be my Mistro the rest of my days  

Guide my calloused feet along your path
I wish to know Love and not your wrath

Take my arms place them around the poor
Help me realize I need less not more

Plant your precious thoughts in my mind
Change me from selfish, make me kind

let me see your face with my eyes
Remove my ignorance make me wise

Apart from you I cannot be whole
Thank's for this reconditioned soul

One day my life will end, I know it's true
Please give me wings, so I can fly to you


Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013


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Faraway Queen

The moonbeams bore you in a cradle of light smiling   
warmly a cold blue winter moon rocking over and back thoughts

Midnight mystery howling to a silver reflection deeply echoes whispering winds
over Snow Mountain faraway dreaming stars twinkle in your treasure jewels 

Lost trying to catch your trail freedom inside love the spark igniting 
magic believing in a fairy tale ending dust in a thousand dreams enchanting




Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015


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The Great Horned Owl

In the daylight hours, I spend  my time
So high on a perch, in a lofty pine
Where I fluff and comb my pretty plumes
And wait for the rise of the silver moon

I bob and weave on the top of the tree
Watching my world, in dimensions of three
My golden eyes fixed, on the fallen leaves
As I wait  for the night, so patiently

At the set of sun, and the rise of moon
In the Croatan forest, near Camp Le Jeune 
With a piercing screech, I take to the sky
On the wind, with silent wings, I fly

Over forest and swamps, on a winter night
Dipping and swaying like a wind-blown kite
In search of a rabbit, a rat or a bat
Until I find one, there's no turning back

Over Emerald Isle,  and wind-swept dunes
I fly, so freely, neath a silver moon
For miles along the  Atlantic shore
Engrossed in the din of that oceans roar

I hear from a distance, the stir of a hare
And see her dining, on sea grasses there
Her nibbling nose, like a lure, to my eyes
As I, with the speed of lightning, fly

Then swooping straight down, without a sound
I wrap my talons, so tightly around 
The slow, soft beat, of a dying heart
As bits of fur, fly away in the dark

A Great Horned Owl, I'm  a bird of prey
With the wind at my back, I make my way
With the chill of winter, a melt on my breast
I return triumphantly to my nest.

                         ~~~

For contest sponsored by  Eve Roper
Owls Personification 
Placed: 2nd

Written:  February 12, 2016

Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2016


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Afraid To Fly

Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against the earth.
When do I fall?
                    I should be enjoying the ride.
                              I’ve always been afraid to fly…
                                       
 afraid of what’s below and all the spaces between –
                          maybe afraid of me.      
How old will I be when the spinning stops?
I’m getting dizzy, feeling faint…
Minute by minute, I count down – 10, 9, 8…
I’m surely not alone!

Words ground me…yes, I’ll write a poem.
Every letter’s like a hum in my head –
notes in a never ending song.

I’ll write a poem for you and only you.
A poem you’ll never read
               because you think you know me.

You think you know my song.
Perhaps, if you took the time to really read,
you’d find a little piece of me…carry it in your pocket
like a treasure to behold.

I’m spinning out of control…you don’t know, you don’t see.

Only God knows why…help me God enjoy the ride.    


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015


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Fly To Me

Fly to me my love on the wings of hopes and dreams come and be my passion a lover's symphony Be my guiding star light show me all of nature's best come and be my pillow where my weary head can rest Take my hand and walk with me on life's ever winding road keep me safe and steady hold me in our home Let's sleep beside the moon tonight camp inside the corners of my heart be my one and only my desire, my love, my start


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017


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ANTHONY

An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly


Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014


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If I had Wings

If I had wings I'd outdo unfortunate Icarus
and soar up to the highest stratosphere.
Buoyant, I'd defy gravity and glide
over the loftiest snow tipped mountains,
or slide headfirst towards some deep vale
where iridescent meadows stretch into verdant pastures
where myriads of healthy cattle graze, placidly, alone.
 
If I had wings I'd play with high white clouds,
or scatter misty fluffy cumulus from over the fields
or cause precipitation to make our produce grow
in our windswept lush and fertile heartland.
Should I forget the poorer drought struck lands?
You know that I would not, not me.
 
If I had wings I would delight in competing
with all the various winds, and fly quiescent
savoring the multitudinous scents that emanate
from all the lovely flowers and all the well kept lakes.
But alas I have no wings and as I look up
and see the birds flying free, I feel it would have been
a better deal, if God had given me a pair of wings.

21 June 2016


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016


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And The Road Begins?

Mornings are dreadful time in life unless waking beside gorgeous woman hopefully 
a not married one  husbans can be such a downer.
And when ya wake to a warm beautiful creature by your side.
And the first thought that comes to your mind is i wonder whats for breakfest.

Then ya probaly cant read the menu to start with and desserve 
to have a oversized weight lifter re arrange your ribs.

Im a southern man once means several things  non of which means im normal.
And this morning finds my yerning for a trip and widespread  mischief.
My amigo had vanished after are trip south of the boarder I remember saying 
to myself as i watched him  running naked across the dessert  being chased 
by the flying monkeys  he was surley seeing after his consumption of a foreign substance 

There goes a fine american.

I would have ran after him  but  but i didnt want thoose things to turn there attention to me 
I herd they had a thing for southern  actscents.
And theres nothing  worse than a bunch of horney flying monkeys trust me 
Ive delt with this problem  befor.

and being it was happy hour i knew my slightly insane amigo would understand 
in all his naked glory.
Besides  I left him some sneakers  and a sixpack.
And kept his credit card for safe keeping.

Naked men have no place to keep credit cards and I figured he was in no state to handle 
money.

So as i sit  behind  the wheel  ready to to get lost in the madness of fast food and
  the ant hill of insanity that is wall mart i turn my thoughts to vegas.
For where would a lost nude slightly insane person  run to and feel at home.

I had turn the music up to drown out the sound of whoever was in the trunk.
I figured if i had put sombody in there  in a drunken moment.
It had to be for a good reason.

And so with slightly hungover mindset are road begins.
and so with that do the games also.
And i figured hanging around with a cops wife wasnt the smartest idea.
That and im allergic to bullets.

My muse and 16 year old spirtiual advisor had phoned me to say that.
I probaly needed to Invest in the spirt of Jack Daniels  today.
And hey she had went to church more than once  so who was I to argue.

With a five five spitfire by the name of tinker.
so with A unknown companion in the trunk not helping my hangover i was off
to the races  Untill next time kiddies. 
Adios and im off to find my amigo.


Copyright © John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo | Year Posted 2009


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Disaster On Flight FD4465E

I arrived at the airport, along with my wife
For two whole weeks we'll live the good life
We're flying out today for a break in Italy
The place we've both always wanted to see.

We got through security then went to duty free
Champagne for my wife, and whiskey for me
We went to a restaurant for a quick bite
And patiently awaited the call for our flight.

It flashed up on the board, gate number eight
We were excited now and we couldn't wait
Showed our passports and boarded the flight
Sat down in our seats and buckled up tight.

The captain announced we're ready to go
We taxied to the main runway steady and slow
Then we picked up speed, we were moving quite fast
The plane rose from the ground airborne at last.

An hour went by and I reached down for my book
Then we heard a loud bang and the plane shook
There was screaming and panic, kids started to cry
Someone shouted out " we're all going to die ".

The plane started to dive, the cabin filled with smoke
Passengers were coughing some started to choke
The blue sea was below us and I saw a boat
And I thought to myself, would we sink or float.

A mask dropped down, hit me in the face
The crew shouted the order to "brace, brace "
The plane made impact and bounced on the sea
We were all thrown about and I twisted my knee.

The lockers above opened and all the bags flew around
The screaming got louder, I'd never heard such a sound
Cold seawater poured in at a very fast rate
Then a hostess shouted loudly to " evacuate ".

She said " put on your lifejackets and head for the door " 
People struggled to move with all the bags on the floor
There was panic and crying, both women and men
And I vowed to myself I'd never fly again.

The crew were brilliant they helped everyone out
Lives saved by their actions, of that I've no doubt
It was a strange sight seeing everyone afloat
Then in the distance I again saw the boat.

Above the noise of the sea a sound we did hear
It was the boats foghorn to let us know it was near
A loud gurgling sound we heard was the plane going down
" Swim away " someone shouted " or else you might drown ".

As the plane disappeared it sent up a fine spray
In the distance I saw lifeboats heading our way
There were many passengers with some injury
My wife and I had been lucky, apart from my knee.

The grim reaper tried to snatch us, oh he had tried
But God heard our prayers today and no one had died
We're finished with flying now, my wife and me
The next holiday we go on will be one at sea,




Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018


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The Wing Walker

Old John's birthday was approaching, he'd be seventy two
And his family asked him nicely what he'd like to  do
"Do you fancy a picnic Granddad or sightseeing on a train"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".

They thought that he was joking and in fun they all did mock
"It will be cold up there" they said "and you might die from shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be fine 
I found it on a website and booked my place on line".

His family they were mortified and thought that he was lying
But one week from today, Old John he will be flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.

He had his safety briefing and put on all his gear
He was now raring to go, Old John he had no fear
He climbed onto the wing and then they strapped him in
The pilot gave the thumbs up, and up they went flying.

Up in the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was now the grand finale
And this is what Old John had wanted, all his family to see.

The plane then dived and looped the loop, with one incredible move
And then Old John thought to himself I've nothing left to prove
The plane then safely landed, his family they were so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing the wind had been so loud.

He'd felt the cold wind pressing, hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in place
His wife she then kissed him and asked "how did he feel
Old John said "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a meal".

His son then curiously asked him, what his next venture would be
Old John he laughed out loudly and said "a shark cage in the sea"
He said " I like to do these things and some of them I dread
But then I think to myself, I'll be a long time dead.



( Go through life and confront your fears or your book of life will be filled with pages of regret )


















Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018


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Kite Flies Away From Concrete Jungle

I had aspired to hover high on the horizon where the blue sky meets the land and fly like a colored kite made of dreams in the air carrying the scent of the spring from the blooming garden I left I would float like a bird and ride on the flank of drifting cloud taking me to the distant unknown sky I would make my home won’t return to concrete jungle for the string I w i l l s n a p f l y o n w i n g s
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018


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Upon Wind's Wings

Gentle wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather hold me in thine uplifting arms.
For thy tender ministrations are my sustenance
Each satin, sweet caress a blessing.

Bold wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather wrap me in whirlwinds' chaos
That play with my garments and tease at my hair
Flowing over, around and through me like a river

Storm wind, please
Go not from me.

Rather entwine me in thy heart
Let me feel thy power, to lay waste and to rend.
Then, when my body fails, rend from it my soul 
That it may fly always with the wind


Copyright © Laurie Woodward | Year Posted 2018


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Birds eye self surveillance

Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to reach that height when he needs some time in the skies to hide him from deeply diving down in abyss with the criminal minded, 
Around town thinking his fates decided, 
One time to try and escape is worth trying. 
Break these chains that he's been confined in.
Deep blue sirens penetrating silence. 
Skies are private and safe to lye in, the place between land and space divided.
Like sea side beaches thats seemed inviting then beached and breach by fleets of Vikings. 
I need some time away from these pirates. 
Pilot my own plane off of this island. 

The man in the sky where the sun is shining. 
Every cloud has a silver lining 
Looks down to earth where the buildings blind him. 
He closes his eyes and hopes for sight again. 
Then a bright light flash dilates his irises. 
Opens his mind his ideas ignited with fuel for the fires of the world's environment. 
He looks for the best in people entirely and feels stomach acid burning deep inside his ribs. 
Hybrids living off the cheaper cider with red dots for a sniper shot. 
Rifling through timeless lots, got police men tying these wired knots tighter. 
The cirlces tightening, ducking and diving, that life was tiring. 
The ground force fighting, cross firing. 
Suicidal minds and types who keep trying. 
Friends keep dying and fools keep lying, lining their pockets with tools and your diamonds. 
Thats why I left that life behind climbing the steps and headed for the skies for some quiet time. 
Titan the Pisces I'm buying time for this man in the sky, three flats high. 
He left his life behind but didn't die. 
Just moved on finally finding his feet now his appetites ideally gaining weight from more to eat. 
Bored of walking the streets so he's flying the sky line striking like lightening bolts on dark nights. 
Past paying for his crimes from a past life. 
Its a hard knock life we all cry. 
We all pay a price but we gotta survive. 
Lets high five. 
Listen and follow good advice.  
Its wise. 
Its all life.
Swallow pieces of pie, fly and get by, flee or fight,  look to the sky and take flight for a birds eyes surveillance. 
It's all solar from the lows to the highs. 
Strong minded. 
One time confined in sun shine to unwind. 
Thug life sometimes just right and stuck like bee honey. 
And life's as funny as Nick Trims old skool vs mumble rap like P Money. 





Copyright © Sam Perkins | Year Posted 2018


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My How Time Flies

Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies, 
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.

Then suddenly, a flock of birds flitters about,
So you believe that you might have time figured out.
But when the old people mentioned, my how time flies,
They didn’t bring up birds; so is time in disguise?

As a carnival balloon, yes that’s it, you say,
Like the vanishing kind on a bright summer day.
But losing your own, is one of life’s biggest fears,
Since you don’t want to waste any time crying tears.

It’s possible that time is commuting by plane,
Which is surely the fastest speed time could attain.
But what good can that be when the planes out of sight,
Unless it quickly returns from its roundtrip flight?
 
Then is waiting around to see time such a waste,
When each day there are many affairs to be faced?
Then out of the blue a helicopter is seen,
And you reflect, maybe time is on that machine.

But as soon as a copter is here it’s gone by,
After noisily chopping the beautiful sky.
Although it’s very unlikely time takes that ride,
Unless it cannot hear, or ear plugs are supplied.

Wait a minute, I got it, time surfs over clouds;
If I could do the same all my friends would be proud.
And occasionally time would appear as rain,
But then an excess amount would go down the drain.

Then could time be a portion of air all the time,
To be breathed in, or to give life to a wind chime?
Though, is that really flying like old people claim?
It seems all my guesses are exactly the same.

Well, after a long life of thinking and trying,
To figure out the ways that time could be flying,
In heaven, by feather, or motor, as vapor,
Yet, not one of those ways can be proved on paper.

Until recently, when I looked in the past,
The answers were there for those time questions asked.
That time really flies, though it takes time to see,
That a lifetime of living, is the real key.

And now I tell the young, that time truly flies,
But don’t bother looking up into the skies.
Time earns its wings every day, inside the mind,
And can only be seen, when looking behind!

David Fisher for Impress Me-Iambic Meter Contest
Philosophical motif


Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2014


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A FUNNY BUNNY POEM FOR KIDS

Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun For other bunnies had teased him about his enormous ears Poor Bibbety got so upset he’d run to his mum in tears Now he’d got his pogo stick he’d bounce around all day Couldn’t wait to show off and hear what other bunnies say Some bunnies gathered round him to see what he could do He gave one ginormous bounce and into the air he flew Bibbety Bobbity bunny had bounced oh so very high He left the earth’s surface and landed in the sky The other bunnies shouted for him to come back to land But Bibbety went zooming high, he was feeling oh so grand Hopping on fluffy clouds of iced pink cotton candy Bibbety thought life in the sky was so very fine and dandy For now his long floppy ears acted as a propeller He became a bunny helicopter, oh what a clever fella Bibbety Bobbity bunny thought he could have a little fun By dancing on the rainclouds and blocking out the sun Hopping about on misty clouds made him want the loo There are no toilets in the sky, what should poor Bibbety do? A stream of rabbit droppings falling from the sky Could really hurt someone if it hit them in the eye So Bibbety grabbed his long ears and made a bunny nappy He floated back down to earth and he was really happy Bibbety’s pogo stick just disappeared and his flying day is over He now just plays in his garden and nibbles sweet spring clover 10~20~15 N/A in contest judged on 05/21/16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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the day you flew to Heaven


           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             


Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


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I TANGO WITH THE WINDS

                        

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               cotton - candy clouds 
         in  my pretty rainbow dress, I 
       softly sing along with the anthem 
 of Western Winds.  Airy and light, I'm lured-
      being  invited  to  sway  so  slow,
       swirling in intimate tango with 
            the cool - sweet breeze. 
                 Breathing anew, I
                  clamor for more, 
                   I dip and dive.
 With snaps in my tail, I soar high! High
    like a ship sailing the playful tides 
      of the blowing winds, mounting
           from   lows ~ to ~ peaks
              but as the wind rest
                     to relax
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                                    To 
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                                I will  be
                                attached,
                              forevermore.
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6:08 pm, October 20, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015