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Recently I was blessed to watch a penguin walking…my eyes followed him for a while…and I realized, the more I watched him…the more his walking made me smile.
As he waddled in his tuxedo with his own peculiar style…and grace…I began to wonder how many other simple things in life have brought a smile to my face.
The moment I began to think about it…from my mind examples flew…so I thought I’d catch the ones I could and write them down for you.
When I look at my bald head in the mirror and realize…I don’t need a comb…children praying…a sunrise…a rainbow…welcoming a soldier home.
Anytime I see the ocean…a mountain…or the trees…flowers in bloom that welcome into their petals the butterflies and the bees.
Finding faces in the clouds before they change as they float across the sky…the chicken dance…a baby laughing…watching paper airplanes fly.
Finding money in my pocket…listening to the honking sound of geese…twins…triplets…quadruplets…an old hippie saying…Peace.
The perfect cookie fresh out of the oven with its aroma sweet and strong…wearing silly birthday party hats…my first kiss…my favorite song.
A child’s artwork…you get the picture…but it’s time for me to stop my talking…
and allow you to find your own inspiration…
that begins with…a penguin walking.
She went to Africa in January, and loved the tigers and the elephants too.
By February she had left the cape and had headed to Timbuktu.
A week later she was bored, and headed out to see Italy and Spain.
Unfortunately Italy had a pandemic, so she could not get off the train.
Denmark? Belgium? Iceland? Norway? She was a woman who needed to go.
She found herself on a plane, heading south of the border to lovely Mexico.
Her friends would ask “where is she now?” and no one ever knew.
But they all guessed, and were usually right, that on that week she flew.
She had a wanderlust such as had never been seen in our little Iowa town.
She has travelled the world, this never-satisfied miss, at least two times around.
She has neither husband, nor children or pets of any kind to tie her down.
Spends her life on airplanes, boats and trains; always somewhere else full bound.
Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen
When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics
Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy
We turned everything into play things
We played pretend queens and kings
We then played 'mom and dad'
Oh the squealing fun we had!
Teasing, chasing hens and kittens
climbing the grumpy neighbour's fence.
There was paper airplanes
and frisking in the rains
Paper boats too were made
and hide'n'seek was played
And when that wasn't enough
we played blind man's bluff.
We nimbly climbed the trees
hair flailing in the breeze
But our child's play naturally mimicked the grownups
Lil plastic ones instead of real porcelain cups.
Life was all play and games
in our growing mental frames.
Sand castles and kites
childish fights and frights!
And kind parents just let them frisk and play
for all work and no play makes one a dull boy
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
but as the evening fell it was dad and I and paper planes galore
Lined creased papers pressed against father's smoky fingers strong
a wide tooth grin that said it all, while folding them in Ludwig style
Symmetrical wings shaped at the edge to fly through standby throng
inside a backyard airfield 16x24, .. we launched then bridged a mile
One was shaped like a prayer mantis one was fashioned like a jet
homework waited as we glided through a glide-path then a runway
Aerobatic landings that were much more thrilling, then a Lego set
oh the wanders of those days when we both knew, how to play.
August 13, 2022
Sponsor John lawless
Contest Name PAPER AIRPLANES
Okay so maybe I should focus positive take note of the good life give and smile for a bit make it my style think it fits I’m thankful I’ve 10 toes and 10 fingers two of which are thumbs I’ve been reflecting on achievements and things overcome like cannabis smoke in my lungs i said I’d quit and won drinking alcohol on routine another victory I got clean
My dna is striking
Invading and fighting
building and enlighting
and all together frightening
I am Celtic I am Roman
I am Anglo Saxon
I am English I am British
I’ve pride and satisfaction
and lastly this is striking
a bit of me stands a Viking
Go on, pick a fight with me,
See what happens
taking the land taking the sea
falling down and crashing.
The Empires my home
The British the Rome
The greatest ever known
Historically on their own
And though it history
and nothing to do with me
I take pride in the stories
though they’re war and gory
I’m Viking I’m Roman I’m British
I’m Celtic I’m Anglo Saxon
and that’s a fact son
I’m slow I’m stupid I’m dumb
and getting fat plump
Airplanes make me afraid
Ships make me sick
that’s why I’m a Brit
I can’t leave I stick
I don’t answer to Nick
And last but not least
they say I’m a bit thick
But I am happy so they can suck my
pits
You and your dirty mind thinking dick
It’s all dissing time! Welcome in hell!
You filthy plump shape! Never ever ding my bell!
You want to get rid of me in your sinful open eyes,
I’m your dirty ill block like a blinding ice.
You wanted me to suffer in your hostile cold game,
So on right now because I am an unbelievable insane.
Shot me down but you can’t ever bring me down,
You never see me cry because I’m such a far-fetched clown.
Welcome in hell! Things are getting harsh!
We are two paper airplanes burning and crash!
You’re Judas and I’m the blackest angel…
Ready to see you in this wavy hot hell.
I can’t really stand hearing filthy ill words coming from you,
Desperately old-fashioned and I’m so unlike to you.
2 more rounds aren’t enough for me to mess you up!
Welcome in hell because this is just a one good start.
Form:
Everybody says
money is the root of all evil
yet we tried a system of trading
swapping your products, service
for the goods and food you require
imagine the effort required
to make enough trades
to supply your needs for a week
money was created
as an evolution of progress
money in itself is not evil
greed and abuse is evil
Money is just a tool
the lifeblood of society
taking our products
from one person to another
In the human body
every cell receives
the required amount
of blood to survive
yet human society
fails to share
the required resources
of the planet
every cell every human
requires the money
that allows people to survive and thrive
in our progressive world
we all demand our own culture
our own nation
our own country
but we are all human beings
apart of one planet
one world
one human race
granted we all have different ideas
different dreams
we all fight for our children to survive
we all want to enjoy life
we all have our own conflicting needs
but surely between the conflicting needs
we can find a compromise
work towards the dream of peace and equality
to continue down the path of war
Is to create our own destruction
if we release every nuclear bomb
the gas clouds surrounding the earth
would destroy crops nuclear poisoning
putting every surviving human through hell
with today's ability to design automatic weapons
the technology we possess could carry on killing
long after we were all gone
The first world war was created By Gravillo Princip
but the German Kaiser Wilhelm ll
also wanted to build an empire
England was fighting with Ireland
with Germany supplying weapons to Ireland
Russia was not prepared for war
weapons and infrastructure
far inferior to a prepared German Army
The Kaiser believed he could win
instead, he lost his country
Hitler Thought he could win Instead he lost
England went into debt
World war two technology-wise
we went for propeller airplanes
into the creation of jet engines and rockets
weapons of mass destruction and atomic bombs
What would we design with a third world war
automatic weapons artificial intelligence
the science fiction of comic books
could become the reality of our death
think well before we jump into the abyss of stupidity
Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways,
Butt scooting down the anthills, our high-end cars on highways.
Once a moonlit night so clear, with dazzling constellations afar
Would unveil a gem so rare, the SHOOTING STAR,
The stellar herald, our surest destiny's bearer,
That carried our dreams, through heavens' mirror.
We believed, if to this celestial magic, you spoke your wishes,
Assuredly, your future dreams would come true, even riches,
But only while the brief light streak shone, could wishes find their way,
Once gone from view, chance lost, 'til next uncertain day.
"I want to be a pilot!" one would exclaim,
"I wish to be a doctor!" another would acclaim,
"I'll be a president!" a soul would declare,
Wishes rolled as swift, as the star's radiant flare.
Today we're of age, the dreamed future's here and now,
The city’s beauty familiar, cars and planes are real, avow,
In our dreams, we still believe, hope gleams on our brow,
Ready to embrace our destiny, oh shooting star, where art thou?
Flying Tabby was the only being in the sky
He was faster than lightning, and he did not even try!
I am super Tabby, he said with a smile in each eye.
He was so far up, he made airplanes sigh!
I am the best! He boasted, and he really thought it too.
He loved being up there, flying in soft clouds of light blue.
Flying Tabby was all that and much more, between me and you.
He was confident and self-assured, and he knew it too.
Along came a car and a mama cat disembarked with a shout.
Flying Tabby what do you think you are doing? What are you about?
Teacher Mr. Skinner is coming to dinner, and he thinks you’re a lout.
You missed algebra; you are in big trouble, little boy, without a doubt!
Flying Tabby came pitching down out of the sky and he fell on his bum.
Tigger said there was no school, he said, blaming it on a chum.
His mother said, "Get dressed, and come home right now, for dinner.
You will like math and going to school; I’m marrying Mr. Skinner.
Every time I pass an airport, I wonder where you are,
Looking up in the sky, is that you gliding by the star.
Tall, dark, angular jaw, handsome, the perfect mate,
Had to be the luckiest girl when you asked me on a date.
You were everything I wanted, at least that’s what I thought,
Kind, gentle but strong, a personality that all girls sought.
Meeting in Bermuda seemed like a dream come true,
Inviting me to England, in time our relationship grew.
We criss-crossed the Atlantic to visit several times a year,
Your love for me was so true, Jurgen you were so sincere.
But then I met my future husband, it was love at first site,
Well maybe he didn’t know it, but I just knew it was right.
Bought a house being single and was establishing roots,
You tried to convince my Mom, you two were in cahoots,
When our eyes last met, you knew something was wrong,
Wanting to move to Germany, how could I possibly belong.
Marriage and a life with me would be perfect, you said you knew,
I drove you to the airport and said I’d think on it and off you flew.
If I’d only expressed how wonderful you are, but I was not in love,
Maybe I would have less guilt when I hear airplanes flying above.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 6, 2011
For the Contest:" If you could say now
what you didn't say then"
Won 7th Place