Best Pilot(A) Poems

An old man tries to find his wings.
Once he flew up near his puppet strings. A calm loving stare between his wondering eyes. Remembering that day as he search the sky. A stinging passion near the bees. A sad spirit man who lost his mate...

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Mother; Before you do it-
Won’t you give me an ear?
I know I wasn’t part of the plan
And uncertainty is all I bring-
To a being who’s too young to take on steeper responsibilities
To a being who had set this plan for another time
To a being whose...

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Imagine being good at one special thing, 
Distinguished in something you do,
When people want perfect done for them, 
Then you are the one they go to,

Imagine being able to pilot a rocket, 
Or play tennis or golf with the best,
Imagine being able to sing perfectly,...

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Years ago I flew in the sky
In a basket under colors of red, blue, and white
We sailed over towns and farms in flight
The pilot, a friend, my brother, and I

My parents watched the balloon go higher
It was our shared birthday gift
Reaching toward the clouds, the...

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Sky Fight 
What makes the game even more interesting is that you can never win. 
Or if you know you’ll lose from the start and you still enter the game, to lose. 
As a student of air warfare, never ever fight the enemy on their...

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With summer nearly gone, we all wanted to do something special,
And decided it should be daring, rather than the usual and dull.

So, we listed the things we desired to do, but hadn't yet tried,
And we finally settled upon, a thrilling hot air balloon ride!

We thought...

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Early to rise and late to bed,
Weaving threads of life under your shed,
You create a home inside the walls of a house,
You are the ultimate pillar of strength for your spouse.
 
The warmth of your lullaby can put a child to sleep,
The power of your...

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Aircrafts 
Pilots are spied from the moment they sit down to fly an airplane 
and till they land the plane. This must be a heavy psychological 
burden and for some pilots intolerable, so they plot a way to avoid 
all Seeing Eye, these constant observations....

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The bombing raid siren
Threw sounds loud and clear,
Accross rubble that once was our town
The children all fled,
And the town became dead.
As a bomber, 'their' bomber, came down.

The sky's grey appearance 
Was filled with black smoke.
Then a Scarlet, an Orange, a Red.
The blood curdling crash, 
and...

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I lollygag as much as I can
As I travel from meadow to prairie
Grandma packs me a lunch
Knowing she will not see me for hours
It is 1960. She is not frightened I will be found dead
Kidnappers only go after the Lindbergh baby.

I reach a fence and...

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CHEPH111 CHAPTER FIFteen 
CHEPH111 CHAPTER FIFteen 
The BOY on MARS 
 
“His hair is green and red the same time” said the Matron IOLA ewe 
Charlax android one spoke to STOKKER “be carefull drinking that water in the 
canal or you may eventually look like...

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I close my eyes and take a deep breath,
I’m here doing my favorite thing.
Try not to think of the possibility of death.
And I always have to sit right over the wing.

My heart pounds with anticipation
of the feeling it gives me inside.
My spirits are in a...

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You're so far away from me and I suck trying to go slow when I know
I wanna snatch you up, bail you out, and take us to our new home
It's hard when I'm alone in the shower - I can't hold you quite yet
The closer...

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it is coming,
nomore earth beliefs,
we are borntoinfinity,
connect to the universe,
via a computer,
shut the earth mother hag out.
travel the galaxy with a data stream,
daily life is damnation,
talk you,reearth life out,
cry if you like,
it was bondage,
let reality become infinity 
pilot a ship through the galaxy 
stick to...

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A small path 
stippled with the print
of wind slurries,
it runs along a snowy edge,
scrub-oak nails down 
tilting stumps of ice. 
  
How old must the year become
before a cockled bark 
sheds its wind-blighted hide?

The creek is a stretch; 
I tread through a sleet blurred...

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