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Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring above the clouds 
Only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds 
  
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast 
That keeps your airship afloat 
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude 
As you sail this celestial boat 
  
Imagine the absolute total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever and ever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Over the clouds you soar
A feeling of serenity and inner peace
Emanates from every pore
Form: Rhyme


No New Beginnings

No, new beginning

There is an enormous hole on the surface of Mars
the biggest hole in the solar system, so gigantic
One can put mount Everest into the hole and
there would be a place for many more mountains.
At the bottom, there is oxygen enough, to sustain 
plants, a lake, palm trees, yes, even fruit trees
and animal life-like friendly, glowing serpents.
For millions of years, this Martian paradise had
existed till a long, lost airship, slowly descended
Most of the spaceship’s crew had perished but
for a couple, the ship landed with a bang so
loud, fish flew out of the lake and palm trees
Shook and lost leaves and paper tigers aborted.
A new Adam& Eve story? not quite 
The female astronaut, a man who had transited  
to a woman who preferred to use the pronoun them
the male astronaut was a man who thought he
was born into the wrong body, and with this, a new
beginning wore a skirt of a banana skin.
In the end, two old men, who kept a creature
looking like a dog and askew by other animals 
because of their clinging nature as a company;
without a God there was no miracle, therefore
no new beginning.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Airship

Airship

How far I’ve flown I neither know nor care.
Much as this open deck my plans are bare.
Of star or compass I have nary need,
But follow as these downy cloud tops lead.

The chilly breezes toying through my hair
Cascade across my skin and jacket flare
While on the bottoms of my booted feet
The engine taps an unrelenting beat.

I acquiesce to gentle bob and sway
Beneath balloon and rigging bloated shape.
Awaiting now the nearly risen sun
I scan the vast expanse and see no one.

And yet, I hear a rumbling of some sort
Then luminescing clouds off to my port
Combusting deep with ever brighter tones
Now booming louder, louder, nearer, NO!

Bombastic airship, cannons bursting now,
Ejected straight at me from out its shroud.
A maniac, that pilot, heaving hard
Just missing our collision by one yard

His tortured face, the horror in those eyes,
For near destroying me, so I surmised,
Until I saw his passing stern ablaze.
Then mammoth winged beast in brutal chase

Erupting, fierce and howling, scales agleam.
The hot concussion of its down-spent wing
That final moment as it thrust away
Forced ship and I and all the world to sway.

Then came the screams, the pounding and a moan
As crew and cargo floundered down below
Caught in the violent swinging disarray.
The flaming ship and dragon sped away 

To disappear in yet another cloud.
Our vessel’s motion finally calmed down.
Those lightly injured put the ship aright.
And unspilled rum was quickly spent that night.

Now star and compass were of urgent need.
This damaged vessel and the injuries
Required that we find a ready port
Equipped to lend us aid of every sort.

I searched in haste upending fore and aft
For sextant, compass, and the proper map,
Then finally we found the guiding star
And made for help that wasn’t very far. 

By dawn I bid the floating docks goodbye
With only half a crew and resupply
But, now where'er I travel through the sky
I keep the navigation tools nearby.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring above the clouds 
Only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds 
  
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast 
That keeps your airship afloat 
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude 
As you sail your celestial boat 
  
Imagine the absolute total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever and ever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Above the clouds you soar
A feeling of contentment and inner peace
Emanates from your every pore

© Jack Ellison 29014
Form: Quatrain

That Jacket

It isn't that often as time marches on
that my glad rags come out for a 'do',
more funerals now, each year more friends have gone,
and no births to welcome someone new.
But a forthcoming bash meant I should cut a dash
with some formal wear brought from retirement,
a jacket, single breasted , years past I invested,
it seemed to match my dress requirement.
With a shirt crisp and white, shoes, trousers black as night
and a tie, subtle shades of pale blue,
and the time came to leave, pushed my arms in my sleeves
but something was amiss, I just knew.
This didn't feel right, shoulders felt that bit tight
cuffs were far from my wrists as I looked,
and a mirror can't lie I could now see that I
looked quite like a baloney, half cooked.
I bent forwards and shrugged, both my shoulders I hugged
stomach in, and breathed out, shrank my chest,
the lapels wouldn't meet, I admitted defeat
it's a fact- my East wouldn't meet West.
Passing years and good living had not been forgiving
and although I picked clothes with good taste
maybe had been too proud, but my clothes weren't allowed
to keep up with the change round my waist.
No cursing and no shouts, so I still sauntered out
it annoyed me that I'd dropped a clanger,
ensemble concluded, it visually alluded
to an airship just leaving it's hangar.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring above the clouds 
Only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds 
  
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast 
That keeps your airship afloat 
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude 
As you sail this celestial boat 
  
Imagine the absolute total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever and ever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Over the clouds you soar
A feeling of serenity and inner peace
Emanates from every pore
joy
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring above the clouds 
Only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds 
  
The occasional sound of the fiery blast    
That keeps your airship afloat 
Such a  peaceful and heavenly solitude 
As you sail this celestial boat 
  
Imagine the absolute total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever and ever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Over the clouds you soar
A feeling of serenity and inner peace
Emanates from every pore
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring up over the clouds 
With only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds? 
  
With occasional sound of the fiery blast 
That helps keep your airship afloat 
A peaceful and heavenly solitude 
As you sail this celestial boat 
  
Imagine the total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Riding on currents and sunbeams 
A feeling takes hold of your soul 
Drifting over streams and babbling brooks 
At peace, you are whole
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Hindenburg

What an amazing sight to see in the sky.
A great silver airship cruising up high.
A fine example of aviation accomplishment,
you were named after Germany’s late president.
To the German Reich, you were a joy and pride.
You gave your passengers a luxury ride.
This was just another ocean-crossing journey.
Your docking destination would be Lakehurst, New Jersey.

A terrible thing happened when you approached the mooring mast.
Quite unexpectedly, there was a large blast.
What followed was a frightening conflagration.
You came crashing down before reaching your destination.
There remained just a charred metal skeleton to see.
Your demise remains an unsolved mystery.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Soaring

Have you ever imagined the feeling 
Of soaring above the clouds 
Only the breeze between you and the earth 
Away from the bustling crowds 
  
With the occasional sound of the fiery blast 
That keeps your airship afloat 
An oh so peaceful, heavenly solitude 
As you sail this celestial boat 
  
Imagine the absolute total serenity 
As you take in the breathtaking view 
Corn fields that go on forever and ever 
Mountains that reach for the blue 
  
Drifting skyward on a gentle breeze
Over the clouds you soar
A feeling of serenity and inner peace
Emanates from every pore
Form: Rhyme

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