Long Aerobatic Poems

Into the buoyant blue of a summer sky
I throw my fortune and my hopes.
With wings and wonder I survey
the world above and need some time
up there before descending back to earth.

Advancing throttle up I climb,...

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Before the whirlwind steam blurred into scoping.
Before scarcely the morning smooth gathering.
We were nervous until trustworthiness was revealed.
Amidst the adjunct's misfortune by blaze wield.
They were heedless to our flaws due to their sway.
As we overruled,...

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Lazily musing on the bank of a gently flowing stream, 
I mulled upon life: was it reality or naught but a dream? 
Then at the moment I pondered, what and why? 
I heard a musical...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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For a man....

A calendar marks fifty years
since an audacious mission,
a rare moment of global unity,
a leap forward.  

But there is no leap, no grand
accomplishment without small steps.
Before female computers
slide rule math was machined 
into...

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In uniform vision flight of angled 
depth and precision.

The breakfast being cooked outside 
on the roof, in a tree, on a bush with 
no emissions! 
The squeaks and bubbles and hisses - 
these sounds you...

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The Soul takes her eternal flight when the physique lies dead,
This, in theologies, is very beautifully said;
Does she have her wings? Or has just ethereal effect? 
Though mystery, this concept is logically faith-decked...! 

I used...

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The magnificent eagle grooms itself as a brilliant new day is born.
It flexes its mighty wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
Its beautiful plumage is gilded by the rays of the rising sun.
It will soar...

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The rising sun greets the undulating plains of Elbert County,
Painting the sky in splendid hues, revealing God's rich bounty!
The eternal star exposes the grandeur of Pikes Peak to the west.
A brilliant moon sinks behind the...

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The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its powerful wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances its magnificent plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight to...

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The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born,
Flexing its lithesome wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
The rising sun enhances it exquisite gilded plumage.
Gentle zephyrs will uphold its wings, its flight...

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rewrite of former poem

We are shiny sleek, black birds, 
don’t underestimate our wit,
we are of the corvid family, 
the most "intelligent,"

We are passerines, 
the largest of their kind,
19,000 feet up sometimes – 
look and us...

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Flight of the Ravens

Twilight skies reverberate with ravens in anxious flight,
Like shades of ebony in the shadows
When light faints into midnight hues
Blush of amber early evening elegance blotted out,
In a rush of shaggy wings
By a...

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Wings of irridescent hue
A body shining 'lectric blue
Multi-facet eyes that see
a world that's strange to you and me

Those compound eyes that give it sight
can see in ultra-violet light
They cannot see in yellow/red
but blue and shorter...

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I am part of a display team
we don't practice, we all just know
to twist and turn together,
as we put on our aerobatic show.

This display is called a murmuration
the visual delight, showing no fear.
The oohs and...

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Oh banish from the dim lit moor
barren windswept cold and more
the untamed nagging beast and boor

Oh darkened sky above the fire
smoke rising from the pricey pyre
signals where my hopes retire

Oh twisted wooden frame remains
wreckage of...

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September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags 
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore   
My days were full with mischief makers and bragging scalawags...

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And did those wings in ancient time
Soar upward in the sun burnt sky:
And was the father of our dreams
Seen boldly taking us on high!

And did the clever man of arts
Shed light upon our lofty bent?
And...

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Dear dainty little butterfly flitting about in erratic flight.
I get but a fleeting glimpse of thee, tho' 'tis such a delight,
To see thee wafted by the winds as you flit about my lawn!
(Since you never...

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Hot afternoon.
A dry, north wind animates washing
on the line. My cotton shirt seems
desperate, arms flailing, trying to grab
at anything to fill its emptiness.

The heat makes life withdraw,
retreat into the shady margins, 
curl up and go...

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