Jets Poems - Poems about Jets

If rain were a creature of shapeless form The taxman would tax some of the jets That he would regard as beyond the norm But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon Who irresponsibly floods the land This affects the climate on Earth and soon There’ll be more sea and less...

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It’s Sunday afternoon and several of us, Leong, Sunny, Anna, Lisa and her new BF Dave (well, he isn’t ‘new,’ he’s 26) and I are watching an NFL football game. The Eagles vs the Jets. There’s a platter of wings, fries, celery and dips on the low-white table for grazing and everyone’s multitasking while watching the...

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To get Ukraine the jets it needs It's past time to pay niceties any heed Just smuggle them to Zelenskyy now Before bureaucrats can even say 'How?' And when all the virtue signalers complain Tell 'em their tongues are dripping blood again...

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purpl'd eyes heaven with tongue cloven met mystic malady embroidered ensconced epilepsy dripping damped desires jittery earth admires saline liquid loitering deflowered dusts damping scrunched sans spooky moistened mists melt Jove's jumpy jets twain trailed crest dull disease dances later lost traces 19:11:16:11:56...

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Tonight you feel me with such passion As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets You constantly show me so much compassion I can imagine Elton singing “ Bennie and the Jets As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets Everything in the world seems so far away I can imagine Elton singing” Bennie and the Jets That...

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moving clouds in the sky are Angels, transport jets Angels come in huge numbers on regular field work tour examining and taking photos compiling summarized data of humans at work on earth to submit to the Creator before another workforce is released through the wombs of women chosen to conceive a battalion of human resource to replace the dead and lazy...

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In neon skys you encompass me, a bounty of emotion and serenity. You shine of today's promise, I fear tomorrow's dimming. In scorched lands you violate me, a punitive vitality and vigour. Abolisher of living liquids, I fear tomorrow's torrent. In snowscaped lands you taunt me, the ambitious hope and expect. Author in frigid static cells, I fear Polar Night Jets....

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blue grey clouds hang low; jets fly under cloud base screeching with joy...

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A massager's relax Unburdened on the table Hands plead and mellow You slip into breath As all tissues unfissure...

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four jets streak blue sky directional opposites.. three pelicans soar...

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Cloud that looks like wave Is entered by jet Quick exit outside Pilots vision fogged? Clouds follow fast jet Clouds being pulled Or so it seems Air currents flow With the great jet Whispy clouds High flying Fanbrush strokes Airy Fluffy Clouds...

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And this will end on the common ground Where the jets take off. Champagne blistering in the sun. Our muscles still hung with heavy worry Over and around our laughter. Looking around at each other. Still waiting for spring....

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