Long Aeronautics Poems

awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation 
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting 
     said sub routine involving 

     outcome of...

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A travel rarest from earth heavenly
To make me martial celestially
Teaches me to understand the norms
Facing all galactic storms  
Noblest souls from Martian mother
Engage in decoding alien stature
Land of water once in plenty
With looks sound...

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Professor Abdul Kalam the luminous brilliant star

I pay homage to you from here in Dar

Great brill scientist in the field of Aerospace

A noble man with an intellectual mien and grace



Aeronautics and more were his speciality...

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Eclipse of Sun is quite a sight
since for a while day looks like night 
when moon moves ‘twixt the Earth and Sun
and over light the dark has won
or seemingly in visioned sleight.

That syzygy alignment might
in...

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THERE'S NOWT  ON OUR HERM
 
There's a naked heathen godlet
that lodges in our hall;
one leg of his is cocked up in the air.
Does that finger pointing upwards,
on which we hang the keys,
import some noble...

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7/8/17

Triple digits
Not just talking about riches
Better mind your own business
And keep your distance
Before you start sleeping with the fishes

Never should it ever be forgotten
There is only so much time allotted
Regarding anything cosmic
Whether or not it
Involved...

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There's a naked heathen godlet
that lodges in our hall;
one leg of his is cocked up in the air.
Does that finger pointing upwards,
on which we hang the keys,
import some noble thought, some lofty theme?
If not, one...

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Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood and hope.

Despite the sustaining support, 
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward, stretch beyond
the expectancy of nuts and bolts.

Then there is this:
there are bodies and...

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Where are all our most beautiful swallows?
powder blue skies seem so empty so bare
why does this make my heart feel so hollow?
icons of summer, why do I despair?

longing for a glimpse of this great blue...

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Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood
and ambition.

Then there is this:
there are trains pulling ghosts,
the drowned and crushed
reflected in a puddle of sky.

Despite the sustaining support,
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward,...

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Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood
and ambition.

Then there is this:
there are trains pulling ghosts,
the drowned and crushed
reflected in a puddle of sky.

Despite the sustaining support,
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward,...

Read More