Best Wright Poems
Orville and Wilbur Wright
Were determined to conquer flight
I'm sure they really had no clue
The stress flying would put us through
In oils, pure alchemy on canvas
luminosity unsurpassed.
Candle,furnace,glowing moon.
For in the world of art
he is worlds apart.
Mastery at
painting light-
Joseph
Wright
24th November 2015
For 'Favourite painter' contest, sponsor Nayda Ivette negron
In a words
In a work
In a walk
In a rock
In a roll
In a right
Is to be
In a road
Maybe wrong
Maybe right
In a raw
Any one couldn't be
In a row
In a rout
Under the Wright conditions
man can fly.
So thought Orville and Wilbur
and in those days,
folks really named their children
Orville and Wilbur.
Eventually, their dream
was realized;
short hops at first
then longer spanning
continents and oceans.
Till man wasn’t needed,
our eyes in the sky
can keep watch over
Omar and Ahmed.
And these days,
in some places,
folks really name
their children
Omar and Ahmed.
a footnote to Ferlinghetti's "History of the Airplane"
Look how far we've come! What would have taken months of perilous voyage now just takes hours of mundane leisure. At your fingertips lies countless options of entertainment: music, movies, games.
But looking out the window I can't help but bob my head to ELO's Mr. Blue Sky (why indeed did you hide away so long, Mr. Blue?). Wouldn't it be hilarious if my flight neighbor woke up and saw my Jay-Leno-esque head and NO ear buds? Each time I notice her stretching out her arms I wonder; is she yawning or reaching for the call button? "Yes, ma'am, there's a horribly spastic man sitting next to me. Could you kindly ask him to stop or at least transfer him to another seat?". Wouldn't that be something? It's not all that unlikely though. I'm surprised they don't boot me off right now. "And we at Delta would like to wish you a very safe and pleasant swim! Coffee or tea?".
Sure would save time just wearing a giant button that said that. It'd also give those poor girl's facial muscles a break. Just HOW many hours are spent wearing that plastered on smile?
Originally the Wright Brothers experimented with the idea of flying, simply for convenient's sake, and relentless human curiosity. Imagine if I were to trade places with one of them right now. I wonder what he'd think of the lady, near the front, indulging in a ginger ale. "Well at least they have good drinks on this flight!". It's hard to fathom what Mr. Wright might say...
NOTE: This came to me while on my flight back to the states...
Leaves fall,
and soon will
My death.
Without a
Calamity.
Rocks thrown
by the prostitute
In my own stoning.
But I'm not worried.
My heartbeat continues,
Until I'm done
Helping with the
Paraplegic that
Was abused.
In that public
school I pretended
I knew Christ.
And like any liberal
I believe in the mission
Without consequence
And with the flowers
of forgiveness.
A Sable Hued Syllabic Awakening…
(For Richard Wright)
Even snakes have love…
but no one wants their embrace;
such coiled loneliness…
Yet nature provides…
eggs are laid…babies are hatched
and snakes slitter on.
Pity…we’re not snakes…
our eggs denied their seeds…
food for the human mongoose.
Yet…we are like dough…
rising in our due season…
and nature provides the time.
Hunger games return…
and the predators are back;
let the prey prepare…
Let the fire this time
be a control burn…clearing
our path to justice…
Freedom is not free…
it must be fought for and won:
Johnson…Ali…Us.
Mr Wright
I’ve been thinking lately
like I’ve thought for oh so long.
Of younger ways and younger days
and times when I was wrong.
So I made up my mind today
that starting here tonight.
I am going to change my name.
You can call me Mr Wright.
I will be a shining star!
Oh how I’ll shine so bright.
And even then when I am wrong
I will still be Mr Wright.
I’ll be Wright in the morning
and in the afternoon.
When things all seem to go wrong
I’ll make them Wright real soon.
Like a super hero
that flies around all night.
It’s a bird! No, it’s a plane!
Oh no! It’s Mr Wright.
Everything I’ve ever done.
Everything I’ll ever do.
Anything that goes all wrong
I’ll push my way Wright through.
Wrighting wrongs along the way
Wrighting wrongs both day and night.
It’s up up, up and awaaay
cause here comes Mr Wright.
Edwin C Hofert
Wright Again!
Jeremiah feels the heat forthrightly
His donations lower more than slightly
While the plate is passing
Seems surely it’s fasting
As it stops and dangles politely
© Mar 23 2010 Charles Henderson
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
Of the life he led
And the things he said
And of what he might have said to me
If our two paths had crossed
How can such profoundness and genius
Live on in a single human being?
What a truly gifted man he must have been
What a privilege it would have been to know him
I read the words of a man
And I wondered...
If he were here today
Sitting in his scarlet chair
Would he still put pen to paper?
And mystify us with his words
Not knowing the great affect they have on those who love him most
And would he share his wisdom
With those who he knew would use it wisely?
Or would his secrets remain to be discovered in his cryptic words?
Words of truth and brilliance
Words of a legend
... ...I wonder.
The Old Ship-Wright
I’ve held the stars in the palm of my hand
And ladled the sunrise where no man has been
I’ve forged my anchors from hellish fires
And planed fine teakwood that served the Queen’s tea
But now my sun sets quicker than mice
That hide like stowaways burdened with lice
My ship has set sail on my final voyage
My trusted windlass asleep in the well
The sailor, the mill-wright, my names aplenty
I’m proudest of ship-wright
Naught trade for a two-penny
Tho’ my booms sweep my memories ‘fore and aft
My fleet of ships were built to last
08/03/10
9:37pm
This is a serious question,
I don't want to cause a stink,
but how can you really tell
when you're out of invisible ink?
Scientists ask great questions.
They don't do it for a lark.
We know about the speed of light
so, what's the speed of dark?
The car mechanic called me
while I was eating some clam chowder.
He said I can't fix your brakes,
so I made your horn louder.
The paranormal world is fascinating,
it really is so grand.
All those who believe in psychokinesis:
go ahead and raise my hand.
I remember when the candle shop burned down.
The firemen arrived without delay.
Everyone in the crowd stood around
and started singing Happy Birthday.
I like to watch new movies.
They often start the latest trends.
But if Barbie is so popular,
why do you have to buy her friends?
I have failed at many things.
Often times I've cried.
If at first you don't succeed,
destroy all evidence that you tried.
Life is one great big adventure.
It's all about what we do.
So, if at first you don't succeed,
then skydiving's not for you.
Problem Solving The Wright Way
Written: by Tom Wright
1-20-2020
Sometimes problems appear to come in batches,
and finding solutions is like trying to light wet wood.
This futile attempt is a mere waste of matches,
and the results will be smoke in all likelihood.
God never places a problem at my front door,
without hiding a solution in the nearby grass.
If I get on my knees and to God implore,
the solution will come without an impasse.
Normally the bagpipes are played
On green hills of Scottish homeland
For one but the birds to comprehend
Musical, instrumental, breath-held worthy
Genius.
But not today.
Today the crazy Saturday bagpiper has returned
To his worn patch of nature
In the midst of an overcrowded, overworked,
Tiny university.
In trying to hear I could not comprehend
In asking to hear, words would not be spoken
What is it about the unreadable
That enhances our quenches?
What is in forbidden places
That pushes us inside?
The bagpiper continues to play,
Shallow tunes, tunes to hear,
To tune your ear into
If that’s enough for the spiritual.
James Wright football poem 'Autumn begins'
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