Best Sully Poems

At New Yorks LaGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the co pilot
They were bound for North Carolina to the city of Charlotte.

It was a very cold January day in two...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making her stories even better.
When I first met her, her ferocious...

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Sully loves the classic chicken roasts 
‘A perfect dozen a day’, he boasts 
Meenie loves milk 
Foods of that ilk 
‘Cat is lesser animal’, he posts 


Sully/Sullivan= my pet ghost who lives in a rain tree 
Meenie=my pet female cat...

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Sully* was back in the saddle 
up the creek without a paddle 
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle








Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty...

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Everything was going for me, I didn’t even know the meaning of the word insecurity and suddenly I am surrounded by words like operation, cancer, chemotherapy, radiation.                  ...

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IT’S A SULLY DAY

Packed in like tuna, full cigarette pack, times square on Christmas day.
This, though, was the last man standing - dollar theater, showing
"Sully", "Girl On The Train" and the "Secret Life of Pets".  Squeezed next
to a woman with a strong New "Yawk"...

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Sully had a downright dirty toe
She scrubbed it ‘til it was aglow.
It shriveled and it coughed.
Then it promptly fell off.
At the end of my marigold row....

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From LaGuardia to North Carolina
they set out to fly
on a cold January morning
the airbus entered the sky

Now some little birds
were about to bring this big bird down
flight 1549 suddenly was drifting to the ground

Looking at New York City
the mighty Hudson lay below
Sully the pilot made...

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There is a Sully* thing, called, ‘love’
Among ordinary men,
That bears there, oft, much talking of
Though the ‘how’ is beyond our ken!

Love is the Glue that keeps atoms from flying off together,
And ordinary people know, but don’t know how to tell you
That something magical’s at work,...

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