Best Formation Poems

The joy of soaring 
being one with the clouds
floating in and out

between the blue and white 
closer to something 
that is indescribable 

unless you experience it for yourself

that day the air show had all 
the elements of a dream come true

we flew by so fast
and...

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Watching the leader through my destroyer’s, Big Eyes
Waiting for signal to execute maneuver
The flashing light comes. “Execute!” my talker cries.
The bridge responds, slowing speed and shifting course

Twenty ships simultaneously make course east
As headings steady, I await the next command
The formation’s wakes clawing the sea like...

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A deluxe abandoned soul well formed
Coalesced inside the pterodactyl flight
With warmth on primal wing still soars
Well above volcanic ash accumulated
Storms felt it first
Before the past could settle in the snow
Could know the cold 
Stone age man observes the power
Looking up, learns how to fly 
To...

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Freedom is a complex state to capture in words.  So much, that when asked as a young man in a foreign country, how it might feel, I never could describe it.  When you know wonderful family life, caring neighbourliness you take for granted,...

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Dawn has cracked the horizon
With fiery red open greeting
Invites birds fly sky emblazon
With colors to start day moving

The crows are delighted to catch
Gentle air currents and swiftly glide
Seeking a grounded spot to snatch
A delicate meal __ grubs that hide

As they fly low in formation
A smiley...

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I engaged her in a passionate Tango
While I checked her bank account
Almost suffered from a seizure
At the vast disclosed amount
So I wined her and i dined her
And I set out to seduce
And to my amazement
I thought she’d fallen for my ruse.

We waltzed and we quickstepped
Around...

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Honesty blankets the sour taste left
That positions itself between conscience
To the right of promise beside honor
Behind targets farther from wonder and grace
Closer to our faith we fail to act on.

Remembering that we are dust...

A sour taste face frowns like what we meant
But our meaning sits...

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geese in formation
heading south
trumpets blaring



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on October 2, 2018...

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Have you seen the man whom my soul loves
does spring boundless like the antelopes afield
whose consumations thus give to herds their yield
like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves
 
The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs
so skillfully lifts the music of his...

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in formation
southbound geese
~ racing their shadows 


AP: 2nd place 2022

Posted on June 11, 2019...

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SHE ASKED
HE ANSWERED
THEY SANG
PEOPLE DANCED
THEY WERE HAPPY
DANCING TOGETHER
EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE
SHE'D STOP TO GLANCE

WHEN THEY CHANGED THE RHYTHMN
UPGRADED TO A RHYTHIMNIC THUMP
SHE GRABBED HIS HAND
AND CAME-OUT IN FRONT
WE DIDN'T NOTICE
UNTIL HE JESTURED
HIS PANT-LEG HAD TORN
RUINING THEIR BESTURE


POINT:ZERO:TWO:FIVE..... ..................................................................

BASS.................POINT:ZERO:TWO:FIVE.....tremble

INSPIRE TRUST ITHROUGH LEADERSHIP, PROGRESSION AND INDEPENDENACE,...

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United we stand tall,
with us moving, crisp and on cue.
As our leaders, along our front,
telling us the movement, were to do.

Our eyes, looking straight ahead,
our position, being still, until made known.
Becoming, so still, in fact,
like were a statue, made from stone.

For all, of us, on...

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The Washer Woman in Canyonlands


An old woman laments
of her daily chores,
the stinging lye soap
and a biting washboard.

With knuckles bleeding
into the day’s dirty water,
she sighs and prays 
for a better tomorrow....

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Murmurations.
.
As thickening dusk
Subdues the tiring day
Flocks of starlings rest
Trilling and chattering in array
Upon tendril branches of trees
High up in the towering eves
As numbers increase
In readiness
.
Suddenly they alight as one 
The tress now bare as the eves
Of their feather laden leaves
And one of the most spectacular
And...

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Let some pack thirteen, a dozen to claim,
A sonneteer comes with choicest fourteen
Sweet lines to celebrate sonnet’s fine frame, 
That the magic marvels, stays ever green.
And all fourteen fertilize, fully hatch
As gorgeous birds priming wings as to fly
In time, together still in a single batch,
Or...

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