Best Hang Gliding Poems

Encamped in the local IHOP patio
Doing reconnaissance on the butter pecan syrup
I discern its malicious, aggressive intentions: 
To march defiantly down Mt. Stack
And wage a...

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I like to buy different magazines
And bring them to my home
Cut out all the faces
And replace them with my own

I always look so happy
In other...

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Breathlessly wait. 
Autumn’s chilling winds pulsate through trees,
rustling multi-hued leaves, casting them to nature’s floor.
Spread your broad wings and try to catch the currents,
gliding with...

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Ten things I would like to do before I meet my maker
Atop the list – a grouper-catching record breaker

Hang gliding takes the second spot on...

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Boris the Beagle

This is the story of Boris the Beagle, 
Fearless and brave like Eddie the Eagle. 
Ski jumps, sky dives, death defying dare,
Hang gliding...

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(7/5 Trochee Form)

Ships are used for transport, while
speed boats are for fun:
zooming over water while
soaking up the sun.

Those who like to fish might like
slow boats...

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Tell her you saw me ...

Tell her I was out on the bluff at the Cape
during a gale, much too close to the rocks.
Tell her...

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Hang-gliding over a lava-spewing Hawaiian volcano
   Flying a two-seater through the eye of a raging tornado

Bungee-jumping from the top of a skyscraper in...

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We can be happy
when we stand at the cliff's edge...
hang gliding for all!...

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The years are picking up speed
This last one just seemed to fly
To old age I soon must concede
But before life passes me by
Hang Gliding I...

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As if in a dream I hovered in flight,
The feeling was natural and a total delight,
I flew over fields, both fallow and green,
The cotton wool...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick...

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My umbilical scar is hollowed out
Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly 
Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into...

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old age can never get me I said
Putting on my roller skates
I don’t need a helmet I said.
Bam. Crack. Break. Smack.
guess I am not as...

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