A hillside of walkers gathering slow
blend with the gold medal fields all aglow.
Kites finding freedom, flutter and flow
as looping Red Kites begin to swoop low.
Families with picnics bask in the sun
whilst ice-cream smeared children playfully run.
Dogs chasing frisbees bark at the fun
as strolling events are just about done.
Rooks search for scraps on the Downs chalky chest.
Footballs pace quicker as if on a quest.
Hypnotic gliders hover like rest,
drifting away, along with my stress.
Serenity cycles. Smiles are on tour.
The wonder of nature is what we’re there for.
The café embraces a coach trip or more.
Benches remember all those gone before.
I view all the tissue-like clouds move along
whilst hearing the skylark sing beautiful song.
The smell of contentment is fragrant and strong.
Our Dunstable Downs is where I belong.
Astounding high fliers
Ace gliders and divers
Artful, very skillful
Amazing large wing spans
Ashore only to breed
Awesome and majestic
A great bird of the sea.
09.09.23
You ask me what I'm afraid of,
Is it spiders, snakes, heights?
Does your heart race every time you're on a mountain?
Or plummeting through the sky on gliders?
Let me tell you what I'm afraid of,
Not heights,
Not animals,
Not danger,
But of everyday life,
Of the thoughts that consume my brain,
The fear that one day, it'll all be too much for me,
Everything crashing down to an abrupt end,
My existence consisting of tears and memories,
So you ask what I'm afraid of,
Of the future,
Of the loneliness,
Of the walking into school everyday,
Skydiving isn't a challenge,
Neither is swimming with sharks,
But coming face to face with the monster that is my anxiety,
Stirs the greatest fear of all
Dappled Winds
Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.
2-11-22
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Spiders, spiders, woe betide us
In our nightmares stand astride us
Pray the big one hasn’t spied us
Or the dread that dwells inside us
Joggers, walkers, cycle riders
Alleyways of unseen spiders
Crisscross laces in our faces
In our hair and other places
Spiders webs in cracks and corners
Not a single sign to warn us
Mask our face with shielding hands
Avoid those sticky silken strands
Trapeze spiders, on-breeze gliders
Webs above and webs beside us
Come light rain or frost or dew
Phones out for a snap or two
Butterfly leads my eye to other marvels
Marigold laughs, seeing my interest
I walk to the bee balm and visit with the bumblers
They are in a frenzy, competing for pollen
My yard is fully alive in June
Dragonflies nearly take off my head
Silent gliders, reminding me that spirit is here
Orbs would be seen if I was taking photos, but I am not.
I can feel the energy of my ancestors
Their approval of my four gardens,
Vegetables pushing through the soil
Ready for picking and plucking
The sun caresses my neck as I bend forward
To collect my bounty from the earth
Wind reminds me she is here,
Eager to entice my leaves to dance.
Off To Mars
All creative people are to live on Mars.
Imagine how cool it would be.
The aero/space program would be fricking awesome.
Designing spaceships to get there,
rockets like the nuclear powered engine,
space planes for going to the surface,
habitats to live in,
terraforming to make a breathable atmosphere and more.
When it's all sorted, then we write, sing, paint, sculpt.
Totally fricking awesome.
I'd also fly on Mars.
Gliders in the low grav sky...
Dominions of Corrosion
Jimmy Boom Semtex
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRj9jUpKhRI
Gliding down the river of dreams we take to the ore
watching the last of the sunlight descend o'er the lake
Peaceful wings soar above our heads and we smile
as we shimmy through the waves with an easy sway
gliding down the river of hope alongside the drake
Striding the waters slow as can be we keep pace
with the swans as they slip through the stream
like white winged angels and velvet black swans
portenting the change through a sky made of lace
we are the gliders, wandering for loves own sake
Grappling with life, plucking our courage we slip
into the meld of the water, we amalgamate
shoring our Faith upstream we navigate
as we shimmy through the waves with easy sway
gliding down the river of hope, alongside the drake
we journey....5/10/2020
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
natural gliders
both the eagle and the hawk
amazing always
Some came by air
Some came by sea
They fought and died
So we could be free
The 6th of June 1944
Normandy a place in France
Operation Overlord or Neptune
Thousands took their last stance
Parachutists and gliders and
boats of all size
Thousands of soldiers met their demise
156,115 allied soldiers took part this way
75 years ago on D DAY
The beaches to name a few were called
Omaha, Utah, Juno and Sword
The largest allied beach invasion to date
So many died because of fate
10,500 allied casualties in one day
Fought for our freedom all I can say
Respect, hats of sir where it's due
I and others will remember you
REMEMBER RESPECT
Cosmic enthusiasm oozing at covert desert landing strip
We, Sedona's most aware, gathered in dream state,
Opening our minds in amazed glory.
Excitement mounts, as we begin to see our immediately recognized but never before met E.T. ancestors
who are returning to claim us as their most assertive by-products.
Ethereal night gliders, who have taken eon-years to return.
The hidden survivors of Atlantis hit the hidden landing lights
Sedona's secret airport returns to her former active state.
We, who have been led here in our dreams
Welcomed by our extraterrestrial sixth-fathers
Determined to take us to our forever home
I have never felt so delighted. My heart is racing in excitement!
Winters frost appeared one morn.
A black majestic crow, stands stern on my porch,
Early hunter, seeking food for his born.
He poses with dignity, eyes piercing black,
A back of iron, hunting prey as a lion.
A predator with his catch in view,
Soars close to his victim, who has no clue.
A gifted skill which crows take pride,
Their victim, has no time to hide.
If they run, they have no chance,
The crow knew this, upon first glance.
Black beak of steal now opens wide,
His catch a success with just one glide.
A mouse now dangles from his beak,
This feed will last until mid weak,
His born will learn, soon fend alone,
He is superior in there eyes,
A skill past down, for when his born flies.
Expert gliders, generation of providers,
Will continue for years, they shall impress more piers,
Prey caught in a blink,
With a skill of gold, crows shall not turn extinct.
J-anuary twenty-ninth day
E-rases the cold night;
A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn leaves the twilight.
E-vening chill disappears,
T-roubles begin to vanish;
T-rials, pain, and heartaches
E-ventually diminish.
E-arly Sunday morning,
B-irds say they're not a toy;
A-s you hold the chirping gliders,
L-et your eyes and ears enjoy.
Birds-We
Wind held just above the bluff-
Sharp eyes fixed on the meadow's edge
The small brown hawk
Moves on educated pinions and rudder tail
His disciplined body on perfect point
Wheeling on the updraft, the screeching gulls
White and grey grace in fluid motion
Follow the leader as they glide
Swiftly, sharply banking above the cliff
out early this morning-the hang gliders-
A bright variety of colored wings
One, soaring window high
Along our cliff perched house
Greets me through the glass with an exultant shout !
Earthbound I throughout the day
Can scarcely wait for nightfall
When in dreams upon my bed, I
Too, gloriously extravagantly free
Shall wing away through boundless sky
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