I have always wished to fly
I'd like to join the birds in the sky
Releasing myself from pain below
Feeling freedom , feeling a relaxing flow
I'd soar over fields, land on a mountain top
I'd soar to places I've been as if time chose to stop
I'd like to fly with confidence I cannot fall,
like birds sit on thin branches of trees standing tall
To fly was always a dream I desired for me
I even thought to hang glide, it never happened to be
So, I use my imagination to fly, free my soul, my mind
I'd like to fly high as I can, to see all that I can find
Fly through clouds and see rainbows nearby,
be partners with the sun and moon in the sky
I don't need colorful. flashy wings to see
I just want to fly with the wind and be me
Heidi Sands
5/8/25
(C)opyright
Placed 4th
Jelly roll
Watch em fall
Sadness of a lost season
No time to reach out and touch a life or a song
Jelly roll
Theres so much a child in you
Things we talk about appear nothing extreme
But although my mind always wants it all
A hang glide in the sky won't happen today
Ill tell you what I hate
You can show me what you...like
There's no other way it can go.. jelly roll
Each day every step
Each day every step
Every step is another Feeling away from paradise
Away from the strongest human desire
Its not chocolate
Not caffeine or cigarettes nor booze
The talent that you sling
Its the kindness of your lips
The unknown treated like king
The wrestle of your hips
The Van morrison thing
melody loops in my mind..... in my brain
She got ...something
about Blue Money and Tupelo Honey
The likened matters
of the magic in music
Songs for sunshine songs for rain People were kids
Chains replaced Innocence reines
Make them young
The cowards and bastards
Make their desperate shadows
Disappear
A room in heaven
A white silver bed
A cherry gold carpet
Windows of perceptive
Air as thick as steel
My love a crush
On my Jelly roll
Sheer Fear
Pink horizons mollifies probing eyes as clouds dissipate above
To the heavens bow gratitude where migrant birds hang glide
Venerated cosmic gods who quieted his pain then gave it love
Yet dusk arrived now this restless heart have no place to hide
A raging sea within me foresee fragmented ancient reflections
Impervious to heavenly rays of interminable mystical sunrises
Averse in utilizing rationalizations amending illogical emotions
Sheer fear appear sinister when incongruity incessantly arises
10/31/23
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Come hitchhiking through the galaxy
We'll catch a ride on a shooting star
Let's take a flight at the speed of light
To distant worlds both near and afar
Defying the laws of gravity
Neither affected by space or time
Hand in hand across hot desert sand
To a new planet's mountain we'll climb
As we hang glide on helium wings
Laughing and singing a silly tune
Over vast seas on a heavenly breeze
Then we'll dine on an orbiting moon
With the Crab Nebula in our sight
Just begging for us both to stay
Out in space in this magical place
A soft kiss at the end of the day
the roses of my life are blooming again
i am on my next ride
i feel as if i am going to win
my walk in perfect motion....i have it all in stride
your kiss is like timetables of prosperity so radiantly parallel
our next journey we so eagerly await
whether we hang glide, jump the waves, or parasail,
we simply float freely through each and every gate
Current Events
Frozen pants dance stiffly
to the mad beat of sapless
drumsticks choreographed
by a wicked whimsy of the
winds baton. Birds cling
tightly knowing that if the
gale subsides for but a moment
they will fall over, be blown
like feathered fur balls on
lone unchartered trips. Cats
hiss in meek response to
whistling whine of wind’s
failed grasping at the trees.
Children pick up speed as
parents chase them through
the cyclones of debris
quick swept by nature’s
crazed custodian. Hats,
hang glide in mocking
merriment above the tousled
heads of their former captors.
Skirts balloon Monroe like,
fashion’s flair taking on airs.
Trash can covers play Frisbee,
as barrels beat steel drum staccato.
This wind, this rush of Winter
clearing the table, cleansing its palate,
preparing us for the next course.
John G. Lawless
1/25/2014
See a play
On Broadway
Spend a day
In old Bombay
Riding on an elephant
Fly up high
In the sky
Birds pass by
As we hang-glide
Falling in love on our descent
Take a tour
And explore
A little more
From the floor
In the Louvre of Gay Paris
Bare it all
In a waterfall
Lovebirds call
And we guffaw
On the big isle of Hawai’i
Spend two nights
And delight
In the sights
Of Northern Lights
Up in the cold and Arctic North
Take a cruise
Sip some booze
Throw our shoes
At the alarm clock snooze
As we go sailing forth
These are the things I want to do
And I want to do them all with you
I am sure that you already knew
It would be my dreams all coming true
Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
I love “Aging with Flare” because it goes against the stereotype of retiring and sitting around and relaxing. It’s about still having fun in life and about the life inside of us, and how life is whatever we make it to be. Adding soup friends to the poem is a fun addition, along with humor - “ might end up a clump.” There’s risk, but the fun is worth it, because then we are truly living. The concluding line reinforces that mentality, along with the rocking chair symbolism. It makes me NOT want to be that person watching life, instead of living it. I want to be like Carolyn and make the most of my life.
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
*Entry for Tracie’s “New Beginnings” Contest
Call this country the united states
Of Donald trumph Oprah Winfrey
And bill gates
And the country that has so much hate
And so little faith
And the city of brotherly love
Is the city of money sex thugs and drugs
Robbing and stealing all for the same money
That says in God we trust
The government means torment
The decisions that are made are made without us
Many are offended by Gods name except when they take His name in vain
This judicial system is a joke basically its a hoax
They'll hang glide you
They're luciferians washing,the devils back
Gave drugs to blacks
This conspiracy is a fact
Man we got jacked
While their pockets got fat
Gave us just enough slack
So it wont look too obvious and suspicious
That's what has been going government
Better known as the devilment
it's not like I'm looking to bungee
hang-glide or trek the Alps
supercross and street luging are out
and so is riding a bull
it's not like I'm looking for danger
I'm a far cry from being a masochist
but I AM looking for something
something that's amiss
I'm looking for excitement
pleasure in obscure ways
I'm looking for adventure
after a boring day
I'm just looking for more
more than I have right now
and if this scares you
sounds like a dare to you
I'm sorry, but its what I need
I would soar through the bright and sunny sky,
plummeting to the ground at an alarming speed.
Go searching for the loch ness monster,
and steal a french fry off some guy's plate.
I would win a hot dog eating contest,
ask you to hold my hair while I got sick.
See the world through rose colored glasses,
and drink water from Mother Teresa's cup
I would discover the Fountain of Youth,
and start a wet T-shirt contest.
After winning, I would thank all the little people,
then find a noble cause to support.
I would be a big sister to a stranger,
dive into an icy river naked in Alaska.
Race someone up a mountain,
and hang glide back to the ground.
I would race up the Statue of Liberty,
then tip the naked cowboy in Time Square.
Lead a parade down a busy street,
for no reason except to dance and sing.
I would gamble all my money,
and win the grand prize,
Then give it all to charity,
and walk with my head held high.
Sometimes I wonder how I would feel to be you,
what I would do with the time I had inside your mind.
If I could be you for just one day,
it would be hard to go back to myself.
I will never fly a plane
Or sail the seven seas
I will never roller skate
Or go down hill on skis
I will never hang glide
Or ride in a hot air balloon
I will never sing karaoke
Because I can't carry a tune
I will never scuba dive
Or climb a mountain high
I know I won't ever do these things
For I won't even TRY