There was this little train in Queensland
Quilpie Flyer was the name
Ran from Charleville to Quilpie
Made it every day the same
It was the Daily Mail Train
With a carriage at the back
Taking Ringers and Bush workers
Who went further down the track
A small steam engine for the traction
Have to tell you it was fast
The trip sure was all action
It really was a blast
The top speed when in motion
Maybe sixty miles an hour
Did not stop long at each station
Dropping mail, and meat, and flour
Had an unequaled reputation
As the fastest in the land
Charleville to Quilpie Station
The record sure to stand
This train ran up to the early 60s. It did the 215Klms trip, with 5 stops in two and a half hours. When it was at a station, a quick run up to the engine, and you could get a billy full of boiling water from the engine, for tea. As the train moved off, jump back on the passenger carriage as it went past. The driver would watch you on, before hitting the acceleration.
Elevator, escalator, or stairs
Gramma couldn't decide
Gramps said, Hop on my back
Pretty ladies ought to take fliers
Young man, just try a glass of sangria,
Now, we all can see you are angrier.
Audience is not a ‘a must’ for Town Criers;
Their job can now be discharged by flyers...
One cries too long and one lips get drier,
More pacing about the legs look sorrier.
In some circles you become a pariah,
For being of all things Hollow Wood Carrier.
Yes, you keep that in mind, Prepared Crier:
A town crier’s voice might go higher
But to his critics “A Hopeless Liar”
Or in short, he is the no more needed,
His colleagues in other towns fast weeded.
A new car is in serious trouble,
Its worried owner worrying his stubble
A helpless heart is on fire
No longer sure The Devil is A liar!
Unmistakable tears of a crier,
At a still far off market, a buyer
And through accursed routes A Trier.
New dreamy wishes of a road drier,
Upset by his left front tire,
Already in a manacling mire…
Some tomorrow a flying car or car-flyer
A display of giant eyes
But rarely morning flights tries;
Unwanted publicity her grounds,
All CCTV out of bounds!
With ears for the faintest cough,
Their sound-grabbing devices tough,
Also for the aerial steps of wizards
And the dins of far-off blizzards.
Always privy to a discussed murder,
Aware of chose who‘d dared to go further;
None therefore to presume her an idler
Nor for that matter mere Nocturnal flyer;
Such to qualify her for claimed damages…
She really has been frustrating savages,
On roof tops leaking that a family needs
To steer clear of what Omen breeds.
Nicely keeping us out of harm’s way
And specifically from emergency sick bay
From Night Prowlers we never thought exist
And from diseases we aren’t sure we can resist.
The owl knows about a maturing home call,
About every ghastly accidental fall;
The septic syringes we do not deserve
And a misspending of our millions on reserve.
The owl with her translatable hoots
Ahead goes to unearth their roots.
by Wayne Wysocki
The man on the flying trapeze,
Who loved eating chili and cheese,
Could travel much higher
Than anyone prior
With help from a flatulent breeze.
My entire world captured in a camera lens,
Each second saved in imperishable moments,
It's like each picture is Father Time's tribute to Mother Earth,
And I'm merely a humble handmaiden bringing them closer together,
I'm a photographer, an artist, sort of,
Aiming to turn my life into a scrapbook,
By preserving everything I love,
It's not a hobby more of a personal passion but when I take pictures I still hope someone will look,
Cause it takes a special kind of guts to put your life out on display,
You're basically telling everyone, "hey guys look at these cool things I saw today!",
And then you silently hope and pray that they'll like it so you can get an A,
Now that I think about it the whole concept of "art school" is a terrible system,
It's a HUGE paradox, they're all "you see these great artists, you should strive to be like them.",
And then you get the ol, "everyone has their own unique style and all art is beautiful",
So the next time I get an F can I use that as my angle?
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Damn, this guy sounds really angry
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The following flyer has been posted all over my neighborhood.
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Poisoning stray cats is Against The Law.
All violators will be prosecuted by me
To The Fullest Extent Of The Law!
I know who you are and I have the proof.
Photos, video, autopsies too,
I have enough evidence to arrest and book you.
Cease And Desist This Now and I'll be through with you,
because I'm a very calm and reserved individual generally.
I live my life at a very slow and stress free pace,
but abuse any animal and I break into a crazy
that will make your worst nightmare feel like your happy place.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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PS:
Just to give you an idea of who you're messing with,
I have no qualms at all getting the press involved with this.
This Is Your Final Warning, CEASE AND DESIST!
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Damn, I wonder who is posting all these flyers in my neighborhood.
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circus performer
a family tradition
passed on to me
a big top flyer
Oohs and ahhs heard from below
in the spotlight's heat
higher I rise
reaching for my partner's hands
the moment of truth
I hold my breath
hundreds of feet above ground
grabbing victory
swinging freely
after somersaults flying
applause like music
an entertainer
my calling to defy laws
of gravity
We lived in Charleston, West Virginia high up on a hill;
I wanted a Christmas present on which I’d catch some thrills.
Wooden slats anchored to curved blades of crimson red;
My fingers were crossed - Santa would bring a Red Flyer sled.
A rope in the handle bars to pull it up the mountain side,
I’ll wax down each metal blade to help make sure that it glides.
Snow we have a plenty up on the mountain top;
Laying on my tummy, dragging feet to make it stop.
You push on the handle piece in an attempt to make it steer,
But gravity is in control of that it is quickly clear.
You sled all day and then thaw out by the burning fire,
Thanking Santa and his elves for the new Red Flyer.
two
sleds
me and
my brothers
rest against my wall
every night the same debate
blah, blah, blah.... lost youth ... or... blah, blah, blah... forever young
Dragon Flyer..
Her and her black dragon roaming the earth for years..
Everything has been desolated earth torn to tears..
She has the dragon wings, with a dragons soul inside her heart..
The power, the wisdom, cloaked, flying Knight, awesome.
The dragon that she fly’s..
With his magical powers of no deny..
Their heart beats as one, their soul is black, not free..
The dragon flyer is evil, as her dragon can ever be..
They have been through many evil wars..
Usually called upon, by the evil Dark Lords..
When I was a lad of eleven
I saw a tornado in the heavens;
A unique event in our vale
Leaving destruction in its trail-
Cattle & sheds flying without a sail!
Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another
Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers
Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire
This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed
Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust