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Amelia Earhart's Plane

They found Amelia Earhart’s plane!
An under-water drone,
Using sonar, sent an image
Of the Lockheed she did own.

In 1937,
Out to circumvent the globe,
Earhart disappeared and searchers
Had no clues with which to probe.

She’d planned a fuel stop on an island
Out in the Pacific
But never made it; rumors
Of a crash were not specific.

Yet the years have not diminished
People’s interest in her case
And a current exploration’s 
Given hope we can embrace.

Though confirmation’s yet to come
And will take pricey gear,
This news, unlike the usual,
Is wonderful to hear.

Woman

Who has ever understood a woman?
Neither her creator nor her admirer
She is a mystery herself
Sometimes as wife, sometimes mother

On her shoulders,
She carries her family's burden
With lots of courage and confidence,
She can turn any place into a garden

Mother, wife, sister or daughter
Her every role adds color to our lives
Be it Home, Business, sports or entertainment
She is successful wherever she thrives

Amelia Earhart , Mother Teresa, Sunita Williams and Cleopatra
Are just some examples of what women can achieve
Every woman is special in someway or the other
They really define the way to live

No praises can ever
Complete the definition of a woman
She cannot be described in words
She is a really special human

1930 To 1939

I am the empire state 
Building opens. 
   I am Nazi Germany  
Invades Poland. 

   I am the 21st amendment 
Ending prohibition. 
   I am Life magazine's first 
Addition. 

   I am the Star-spangled banner 
National anthem. 
   I am Lindbergh's son kidnapped, 
No ransom. 

   I am the great dust bowl 
Event. 
   I am Franklin Roosevelt as 
The President. 

   I am the Golden Gate Bridge 
Is complete. 
   I am John Dillinger gunned  
Down in the street. 

   I am the San Francisco 
Ballet opens. 
   I am Amelia Earhart flies 
Across the ocean. 

   I am Alcatraz opens it's 
Doors. 
   I am Hitler becomes Fuhrer 
And starts the wars. 

   I am Alcoholics Anonymous  
There is a better way. 
   I am the FBI born,  
Hoover seized the day. 

      Turbo1904

Kissing the Sun

Down on the ground,
prairie dogs and potholes,
I sometimes long to be high up in the trees,
tasting the sweet breeze
shimmering through the leaves.

But earthbound I am, in a world of lies.
 
Brush off that dirt clinging to my soul!
Savor the slap of the desert's hot breath.
Relish defeat.
There's a certain honesty in deceit.
 
Lucifer, Icarus, and Amelia Earhart
all fell from the sky.
Proud among the clouds,
seeking glory among men,
soon swallowed by the ground,
never to rise again.
 
Crushed though I am,
a weed among wheat,
withering beneath the blue-sky-black,
I nod wisely to the prairie dogs:
The chains,
they are of my own making.

Struggling to stand.
Pride after the fall.
Struggling to stand …
Pride … after the fall.

Amelia Earhart

Amelia Earhart
David J Walker 

Betcha didn’t know
A previously undiscovered crater 
on the moon 
Was named for Amelia Earhart.
And if I go real soon
I’ll take part 
In the tourist excursion 
And swoon at the
Armstrong flag and
Ace the Alan Shepard Mini-Golf course 
And drive the Scott and Irwin 
Moon-buggy ride 
Popping wheelies in the Moon-dust
After that
There’s not much to do 
Except wait and gaze at the Earth 
And ponder the fate
Of Amelia Earhart

Betcha  didn’t know 
They think they found her
Anti-Freckle cream
On some remote island
I wonder if there is an excursion

Fecked Phone

Dial dial lost in time
Call up all the lost sailors
On their sunken ship
Give Earhart a call
Way out past the atoll
Contact the ghosts
From all the wars
Contact all the evil dictators
And ask them this:
Were all their bloody wars worth it?
The financial cost, the blood and destruction
But we cannot call them
For the dead remain dead
And new wars erupt
By generals and leaders
Who want their golden glory
Five minutes of fame 
And a new war
And a new battle
And a thousand new deaths
Call them and ask them:
Why?


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Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers

Tribute To Amelia Earhart

Amelia, what were you thinking?
It was still the dark ages for women
Your parents and your husband spoiled you.
You had no idea what was waiting

Large greedy hands could not wait to get you
To make you what you were not
Simpering and begging, whining and groveling.
They thought you too proud.

You were captured by the Numbskulls 
Who capture all sassy confident, assertive women
And torture them into admitting 
That men are superior in every way

You did not go lightly or easily
They rapidly realized they had 
A wild cat on their hands.
One who had been spoiled.

You were making too much of a ruckus.
They got rid of you quietly, and in the dark.
You became a pirate, a water girl. 
Numbskulls being numbskulls!

Amelia Earhart

She started off in Kansas
Where dreamers often do
But this child with mind on flight
Never owned a pair of ruby shoes

Spending days out in the fields 
Underneath the bluest skies
Twirling round in circles 
Arms out open wide

With nothing there to hold her down
Nothing to cling to
But the desire to take life higher
Than the eager kite she flew

~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings

With mind set to wonder
She set her mind to stone
Took all that life would hand her
Never tossed the dog a bone

Lived this side of the edge
Of the yes I can
Knew a woman could do most anything
Attempted by a man

Amelia still fly's to this day
With gravity no longer in her way
She dreamed high and touched the sky
Leaving the world in her wake 

~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings

Indie Anna Jones

Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes 
really cut to the chase

Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase

She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down

Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude, 
soaring pioneer spirit     air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones'  outback boots 
love kicking the salty sea dogs around

Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere,  fingertip touch

Self-reliant souls   are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush

Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site 
to soul carbon date

So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate

Freedom Flight

(In Memory Of The late Amelia Earhart)

To her Dreams, she held on
tight
Never turning back or giving
up the fight
How she soared the blue skies
with all of her might
Through all kinds of weatherm Day
and Night
Until, she came to disappear, from
sight
Let's Hope to God, that She "saw the
Light"

Fear of Flying

Fear of Flying

It was a clear, cold day the sun was a sad 
decoration vanity at its worst.
The sky was like after shave lotion with 
a tinge of blue which stung a shaved face 
with frosty bitterness. 
I saw Amelia Earhart´s aircraft disappear 
in the distance, only a doleful echo told me 
of a tragedy about to happen… 
On a lost atoll a bottle of aftershave balm
glints in the sun, perhaps belonging to her 
navigator, as does a diamond earring that
shines pitifully on the clarity of gilded sand.
Look up on a still, pale day  and you will see 
her little airplane forever disappearing into 
a hazy past of remembered dreams.

Heroines

It isn’t hard to find a heroine
among the women that one knows.
God had enough faith in their valor
to trust them with childbearing woes.

There was an outstanding heroine
in the news when I was young,
of whom the praise was endless
and admiring songs were sung.

Aviation was still in infancy.
Planes had barely out-grown their pedals,
when Amelia Earhart was crossing oceans 
and winning high flying medals.

There was one first she hadn’t claimed,
first woman to fly around the world.
They feted her before her 1937 flight
with pride and the flag unfurled.

She and her navigator, Fred Noonan
had all but reached their destination,
when their plane simply disappeared.
They were mourned by the whole nation.

She had promised her loving husband
she would quit after she flew it.
Though well aware of the danger, said,
“I want to do it just in order to do it.”

Written May 25, 2012

A

"A”

A 
Real strong pillar woman
Super  endless powers woman
Phenomenal take over the globe woman
Round the clock 24/7 woman

not A
Runway model  inches of mascara woman
Heels to high to walk woman
Picture perfect Mrs. Cleaver woman
Stop watch   reset clock woman

Who do I admire   who do I thank  who do I applaud…mirrored womAn

Enhanced senses of Keller,   determination of Earhart
Flawed,  realness,  heart of Hepburn and Monroe
True beauty icons not pimped on billboards
Fight of Susan B. Anthony,  outspoken voice of Rosa Parks
Strength of Laila Ali,  heartfelt hands of AKeys,  eloquence of Maya

…mirrored womAn

Unsolved Mysteries

It was FBI Agents, JonBenet Ramsey and Amelia Earhart,
 Who almost blew the JKF assassination conspiracy apart.

It was when they were sort after; the lover’s decided to spit,
Amelia Earhart went to Peru and JonBenet Ramsey to Egypt.

Amelia Earhart attempted to get a message to him with huge drawings which was a 
pain,
As one looked like a monkey blowing a jet fighter plane.

The CIA said if she came in, she would have immunity in exchange,
But it was too late as she was taken by aliens by landing site called Stonehenge.

JonBenet Ramsey was declared missing  in Egypt, after being  captured in a photo shoot,
He was last on a pyramid which the Gods used to squeeze their grapefruit.

Mystery of the Triangle

Such a legend in these dark waters born
Of ships and people vanished without a trace
Broken vessels bobbing along so forlorn
Everything sucked beneath the ocean surface

This mystery of the Atlantic is often pondered
Scholars and skeptics have discussed at length
What's become of these boats that have wandered
Into the wild blue sea losing their strength

Some have questioned how the waters may part
Taking human lives somewhere to the brink
Rumors even abound of Amelia Earhart
Along with her plane disappearing into the drink

Legend or factual truth we may never know
This Bermuda Triangle tale may always revolve
Around speculation that fascinates us so
It's seemingly a mystery we'll never solve

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