Fuselage Poems - Poems about Fuselage

... Eight hours cooped up in a plane entubed in fuselage can put a strain on buttocks squeezed into a seat with no stretching room for feet. Add to that the high-pitched cry of a backseat woman’......

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...I noticed whilst walking up and down the thing What's going on here I thought I had been given a middle seat In what I consider to be the worst flight I have ever experienced The two passengers e......

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...Fish flesh ceiling marinades evening in mandarin Paprika streaks Alaskan sky, an exploded pumpkin Garish stretch marks bruise tumid buttocks Jack-o'-lantern flicker silhouettes summits ......

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...A black fly in midwinter has burgled the warm air of the kitchen. It struggles for height, a brittle-winged air-bender reaching for plateaus, higher footstools, grasping for spice shelves or......

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...In class, the aerodynamics of thought - the engineer commandeers our papers. She wears a blindfold over mouth and nose, trains us on how to crease and navigate. The solid white and dotted lines......

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...It was not only the losers that were staging a hasty exodus around the airport.Largely outnumbering them were native frantic runaways. Like goaded gazelles, pell-mell, they yelled at hell where ......

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...Blood-soiled hands waiting for a mere barrage! Soldiers in camouflage Who had at hapless souls fired in a fuselage, Several times hitting the four- times smart mirage; In their honest opinion ave......

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...Airplane traveling in the night enters the darkness floats from cloud to cloud City lights reflect on the fuselage It flies with soft pace She flies silently above Passing through the houses ......

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...I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people He stop the terrorist from commandeering and ......

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...Smoking, choking, back slapping bloking, false bonhomie in the dawns grey light. Coffee drinking, tired eyes blinking, rimmed red from lack of sleep that night. Nervous twitching, raw skin itch......

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...They channelized the news the quick zapped flash of fact undeniably taking the opportunity by storm by the contortions of varsity they proclaimed so devoutly the new acceptable norm of an alrea......

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...Do you hear the whispers? They are all around for those who listen. I prefer to ignore the noise, For out of darkness the voices are risen. He did this, and she did that; If it needs to be spoke......

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...lub dub, lub dub echoes of the heart just one sound that will tear it apart its reins will tighten and choke the air sacks fuselage lines squeezed from the fortress of plaques the alarm is o......

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...Enola Gay There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas; Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1 Glistening, polished aluminum ......

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...Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks ......

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