Jet Poems - Poems about Jet

ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win 10th...

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it's three in the morning i'm so awake it's euphoric i want to feel this way forever drunk on translucence the creases in the pillow beam at my exhilaration God-fearing doughnuts and coffee James Cameron was so excited by 2001 he vomited outside the screening i listen to the sax solo and want to vomit too what am i...

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The post-trip recovery From Sri Lanka situation, The jet lag situation, Is not What it Once was Because his body Is not What it Once was. ...

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I want to fly as fast as a fighter jet Not me, his sister said. I want to fly as fast as a hummingbird. This made the little boy giggle. Fighter jets fly faster! He said. Look it up, said his sister. Because she already had. So she knew hummingbirds fly twice as fast as fighter jets. Now, he knew too… Which meant he...

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I hear the term bandied about azure seas, endless beach, Thinking of the far off lands That took days and days to reach. Longing for the tropics, Baffled by the length of flight, To finally land on distant shores, Unaware if day or night. Dark and light, time zones Knowing relatives who sleep Dwell in the antipodean As toward the sun we...

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According to those who fly alone on a jet We ain’t ruined the planet, not quite, not just yet Thus, they keep flying’ to sound the alert That Mother Earth’s wounded, yes, she’s really hurt But first, off to France for a nice frothy malt Tip toe past China cuz it ain’t their fault I’ll avoid all the places where bullets...

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I see him stumbling around looking for something to hold on to but there was nothing there except the open thin air and a bunch of bureaucrats wearing thin frocks walking around on wet grass with fake greetings and a forced smile that caught us by surprise. Bob has been in the news and this...

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victorian jet long string of well-crafted beads treasured memento sepia image with grandmother wearing beads past elegance viewed my own photograph wearing the same string of jet family heirloom...

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Fluffy's joined the jet set in the upper stratosphere where the cirrus clouds are wispy just like her touzled hair. Is she off to Tokyo or maybe to LA? When dogs have joined the jet set it's difficult to say. But what about her carbon count? It must be very high. More local earthbound walkies should reduce her need to fly....

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DIVORCE POEM: ALL DONE NO MORE FUN SON So now is crunch time, There is no more entertaining any-more Sunday brunch times! There’s no more listening,... To your not so funny, so called comedy show lines! They always have been and always will be, nothing but straight lies! As I sit and think...

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Is it becoming apparent yet That mankind wants to fly off earth in a jet They are filled with so much pain and sorrow For they direct there own path today and tomorrow There are so many filled with so much hate And this will be stopped at the gate Unless they repent before its...

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Jet Stream Somewhere in between here and all around People searching in the back of ones mind Well there is a mix of belonging or trying to find ones way in the one life that occurs to be true And a mixture of things Beauty and boredom Losing and or winning or just making it in the mix without really ever finding the answers you...

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Folded as neatly as any origami piece I fashioned my saber-jet flight ready And aimed it at my third-grade squeeze When the teacher said, “Milton, please!” Unfortunately, missing my target, darn, It zig-zagged far to the left, then steady Flew right into the window aquarium When the teacher said, “Milton, please!” Retrieving my water-saturated missile Which was dripping fuel onto the floor I was petrified...

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Time is the strictest and most honest man I ever see Man like to tell beautiful lies To restrict aging, to maintain youth Amazing and wonderful But no matter what are the efforts All will be ended up by white lies themselves No matter where're the longitude and latitude Jet lag is only for the eyes But not for the body The...

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Oh, without this jet phobia, here's what I'd do: Go traveling to Bimini, then on to Peru. We'd hop on an aeroplane, and be there by noon. We'd take in the sights, hike up Machu Picchu. It sure would be fun if I could go with you… The aeroplane's my enemy; I know this is true. The pilot's a nightmare, and...

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