Cockpit Poems - Poems about Cockpit

...Among us The dance of death never stops A plane crossing the Atlantic loses heights the chief pilot flirts with a woman when called to the cockpit Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail Goo......

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...The ship has been rocking from shore to shore battering over rough waves and endless seas that came to the restless shores more than fifteen years ago the temperature has risen to over a hundred ......

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...O’ no, the Washington swamp media rails and the hypocrites are all telling tall tales. A war plan group chat on an unsecured app but how soon they forget Hillary’s emails! Fly boys w......

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...At a young age, they start to rape. It is a disaster in the Cape. At 15 he starts to rape. There is no way to escape. At 15 he rapes the kids in the home. They are close like bees in a honeyco......

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...It sits out in your driveway a glittering metallic sculpture. It costs more than your house, you love it more than your spouse. You can hardly drive it, it’s too high, you can barely park it, it......

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... “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew T......

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...A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford B is for Bristol with their whispering giants C is for Convair and Canadair also B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants. D for De Havil......

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...I love it when Lisa and I take our show out and, on the road, like this twilight helicopter flight, from New Haven to LaGuardia. I’m so excited about tonight, it’s possible that I might implode. ......

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...Hold on just one minute more before you walk through the door; hold on just one minute more and think carefully about it before you do it. You must resist all temptation and the ego of the heart that......

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...The space around me gets larger everyday and the wind that sits beyond the mountain is blowing residue of hope in the air and the birds sitting on top of the tree trembles in fear. The thistles ......

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...I love spending nights on the lake. Once the oven-like sun disappears, things get suddenly quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs and the soft lapping of the lake on the......

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...who is that strange pilot? Why is he not in the cockpit? Naomi tried to stifle her six-year-old son’s shrill voice although psychic herself, she did not broadcast it in ‘72 he keeps fading away, T......

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...Oxygen saturates the skies breathing fresh air in my lungs and helium resting on my shoulders beckoning the universe to come. You can see hydrogen running down the street with pressure mounting in it......

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...The bird on the hill wakes up early in the morning pulling and shaking the awning giving rise to a tempestuous heat that resides in the deep. It is not one of those cool mornings when everything......

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...The sound of hooting and shouting behind the steering wheel sends a cascade of traffic crawling down the street while two men arguing about time started a heated debate in front of the gate. None of ......

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