Up, up and away
In ballon full of hot air
Hanging from a hair
Up, up and away
No steering and no braking
Bravery faking
Up, up and away
Under ballon swinging high
Storm clouds coming nigh
Up, up and away
Fearsome lightning bolts flash by
Need help from on High
Up, up and away
Trying to hold breakfast in
Swaying in the wind
Up, up and away
Small box dangling in the wind
Need a Dramamine
Up, up and away
Pale and shaking in wet boots
Where’s a parachute
Up, up and away
First time is one time enough
This is scary stuff
Up, up and away
On the ground will always stay
Until dying day
Up, up and away
Forget it, here I will stay
You get underway
Up, up and away
No thanks, rather get my kicks
On Route Sixty-Six
My friends said it couldn't be done:
so, I thought it might be fun.
And though it felt like a dream:
I assembled my ground team.
I took my time explaining:
what I was contemplating.
And they gathered all I'd need:
including a bag of feed.
Now, hippos aren't meant to fly:
yet I am willing to try.
But balloons will have to do:
though, it will take quite a few.
I then asked my sniper friend:
if he would help me descend?
And pop a balloon or two:
when my whimsical flight's through.
That way, I'll slowly drift down:
till I'm safely on the ground.
It's such an exciting day:
I'm stoked to get underway!
I'm scared: yet, I'm loving it:
and don't regret it a bit!
I'm floating amidst the clouds:
peering down on cheering crowds.
Who'd have guessed hippos could fly:
I'm so happy I could cry.
Floating on a sea of air:
without a worry or care.
I can't wait for the sun to set, but it's taking its sweet old time!
My master takes me hunting for raccoons after dark,
and I’m anxious to sniff out their trail.
A plethora of odors assault my sensitive nose
confusing my brain,
but once I smell my master's coonskin hat,
BAM! We're off to the game with my tail wagging.
I'm excited; and let out a soulful, impatient howl.
Then almost imperceptibly,
dusk drops a curtain of darkness, the moon rises,
and I hear my master's footsteps!
He pats my head with a familiar friendly hand
and a shiver runs up my spine to the tip of my tale.
I'm jumping around, eager to get underway,
when master presses the coonskin hat to my nose;
all other smells slip away
and I concentrate on that one scent alone.
I feel invigorated,
I so enjoy being part of the team!
(Personification)
06,29,2019
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1.) The Bloodhound
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Christmas is a magical time of year:
Happy faces, presents, laughter, and joy,
Ringing bells in celebration and cheer.
In the malls, kids ask Santa for a toy,
Swearing that they have all been very good:
Though parents insist they could do better.
Mindful to check his list twice, as he should,
And donning an ugly Christmas sweater,
Santa is anxious to get underway.
Magic reindeer fly high above the ground,
Alighting on rooftops with Santa's sleigh;
Going from house to house without a sound.
In the hearts of the children fast asleep,
Christmas memories are the ones they'll keep.
I drove down to Virginia to a place I was before
Stared out at the horizon, waves crashing against the shore
And dreamed of days long past
Wishing I could sail once more
Feel the salty breeze against my face
Not knowing what I was looking for
The dreams I carry in my heart, they help me feel whole
Remembering nights out on the ocean just tear apart my soul
A voice called Sailor, come on home
To the life that you once knew
Set your sails, get underway
For a sea of Caribbean blue
I close my eyes, dream again, and my knees they feel weak
Taste the salt in the air as the tears roll down my cheek
In a heartbeat I would sail those waters standing on the bow
Bridges burnt so long ago, too late to rebuild them now
The sun sinking on the horizon, it is the end of day
The peaceful scene brings back the urge
To pack up and sail away
As I turn to leave, a few miles out, a white dog passes by
Sea gulls flying overhead, I stop and wonder why
It's 6PM, I walk away as I hear the four bells chime
Tonight I'll dream peaceful dreams of another place, another time.
You can read this if you want to,
it's entirely up to you.
It's really just a waste of your time.
There's gotta be something you'd rather do!
The things I'm gonna mention
ain't worth the time of day.
But that ain't gonna stop me,
so I'll get underway.
Ageing has its problems,
which is really nothin' new.
As you get older three things happen,
first you lose your memory and - I forget the other two!
My girlfriend made me chicken.
Her chicken made me cough!
I told her, next time, she makes it,
she should take the feathers off!
Another thing don't make no sense,
consequently, I'd like to know.
Why do we call Rush Hour, "Rush Hour",
when the traffic goes so slow?
There's three sure ways to do a job.
You must be clever, I'll admit!
You hire someone; you do it yourself;
or you forbid your kids to do it!
I'm just biding my time with this Drivel.
Sorry I bored you my friend.
Fortunately I ran out of stupid stuff.
That's it - It's over - the end!
Disregard All of the Above!
(Any resemblance to me and a
real poet, depends on what
you're drinking!)
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