Long Aviation Poems
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The early seventies was rather interesting
one minute hanging out with a pack of wolves
predators of the night... the next... nine weeks in boot camp
on the great lakes in Winter...so cold
then off to a very large aircraft carrier
where I spent the next two years roaming its flight decks
until..." Parker, are you, Parker "
you have fifteen minutes to get off the ship
and thirty days to make it to Memphis, Tenn
for aviation electronics school...problem...yes it was
we were in port in Naples, not Naples Fl, Naples Italy
so off I went to find the NATO base to catch a flight to Spain
but...being the red-blooded American boy I was
I decided to rent a room for two weeks in Naples, Italy
and enjoy the nightlife...so I did just that
after two weeks found NATO, flew to Spain
enjoyed a few days there, then flew to the states
made it to Memphis with a day to spare
2/23/18 contest Where were you in the 70's
Returning home
After decades of wandering over the globe
I am back here at the point where I started
My home at the top of the lush green mountain
Stood along the canopy like a monument of time
Through my Mahogany framed windows
I see the cloud capped Seven Virgins
That shook the aviation history
With an unfortunate chilling story
When a giant metallic bird on it’s flight
Crashed with all on board in a cold dark night
I remember the thundering crash
Followed by a screen of flames
Looked like shells we see in films
The smell of burning life and metal
Wafted the air ,like in a field of battle
Seven Virgins have buried that memory
And moved on with the new century
Dew on tea bushes, sparkle like diamonds
Cold breeze greets me as I do my errands
The choirs of songbirds and cokatoos
Make me sing and dance to their tunes
Mother Nature noticed my return
Greeted me with a cool shower rain
Everything makes me feel very young
This is my home, where I belong
Barely weeks of seven of the orgy
Space crash of 117 people in a Bellview
Tragedy came knocking
This time harder with anger to
Ginger blood off its hunger
Unto the street of heaven came the commotion
On the Flyers descendant to the open
Field in the Rivers of Port-Harcourt
Emerge the Sosoliso Tsunami
Sixty future seeds of the Nation with
Fourty eight others including the Woman of God
Who churn out words for the Bachelors and Spinsters
Burnt into ashes as the Flyer caught fire with power
Before their very eyes they got burnt with
The Sosoliso bird of 1145 providing the
Shield to which the fire fired in Port-Harcourt
Parents of the future seeds of Ignatius Loyola Jesuit
Were garbed with the toga of helplessness
Other loved ones waiting at the open field
To receive them, had the cap of loneliness on
But for one survivor they had all perished
Burnt for their Negligence
Burnt for their palpable Levity
Burnt for their Greediness
To whom shall we point accusing
Finger of Sosoliso Tsunami?
Unto whose neck shall we hang
The blood of the Innocent lives of Bellview 117?
Unto whose head shall we heap all these
Garbage of calamity and catastrophe?
Who shall replace the three shinning
Future seeds of the Ilabor family?
Unto them that sold the People’s
Fliers for surplus value
Unto them at the top of the Rock
Who loot and siphon cowries meant for the People
Unto them I say ,Unto those who shirks their
Responsibilities and hang it on Private mediocres
Unto them whose insidious desire is to sell
Our land and the inhabitants
Unto them whose long throats and wicked eyes
Is driven only by profit
Unto them all who shall be burnt into
Ashes of Filthy history and memories
Alayande Stephen .T
14th of December,2005
11.23pm
For Victims of Bellview 117 and Sosoliso 108
Those that Nigerian Government sent on a
Mission impossible on air for their negligence
And looting galore in the Aviation Industry
Form:
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.
John Denver Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco
Gathered around a campfire
Folks sing, clap, and dance
Take me home on country roads
Rocky Mountain high
High above an eagle circles
A passing deer pauses
Other critters awaken
To listen to John Denver
... sing
... of nature and relationships
Where his songs light the fire
And where his heart lights the night
With wholesomeness
... and sentiment and nostalgia
As the night warms on
And more logs are added to the fire
The intimacy grows
A pipe is passed around
Along with a bottle of whisky
As women and men gather closer
To the man, John Denver
Seated in front of the camping fire
... and holding fort to his songs
... with a guitar in his arms
the sunshine on his shoulders
Bespeckled with his blond shaggy hair
Denver fills the air
... leaving on a jet plane
... timeless, down to earth and fun
For this night he played to the crowd
... the Rocky's came alive
His good side, he's the life of the party
Where the exterior of the man is admiring
Denver graced the cover of 40 Albums
Covering four decades
His superlatives include
One of the world’s best-known and admired performers
Songwriter, performer, actor, environmentalist and humanitarian
He also loved poetry (poet laureate), dabbled in aviation and Nasa
However, it would be pretentious to exclude his bad side
... and this is where the passing deer from above sheds a tear
... and perhaps many of his fans
Because behind all that charm is a curse
Denver, according to many accounts on the net, was bad
He was a bad human
A bad drunk, chronic smoker, wife beater, and a bit whacko
Denver died in 1997 in a plane crash, in a plane that he built
Today the Rocky's are full of nature and life
With tall mountain ridges, forests, lakes, and rivers
And well-traveled trails, like the man
Somewhere a motorist is pantomiming one of his songs
... and smiling
Memorial Day
Kevin Davis 2026
A Tribute to Warrant Officer Don — Friend, Remembered
Don was born in Moline, Illinois on June 9, 1950, the son of Donald and Leone, and brother to Sharon, Margaret, and Lawrence. His childhood unfolded first in the Peoria area, where he and his siblings grew up in the rhythms of Midwestern life. At seventeen, he moved with his family to New Lenox, Illinois, finishing high school at Lincoln-Way Central — a young man already carrying the quiet steadiness that others would come to rely on.
After graduation, Don chose a path of service. He entered the U.S. Army to become a combat helicopter pilot, training first at Fort Wolters in Texas and then at Fort Rucker in Alabama. There he earned his place as a Warrant Officer and took his seat in the aircraft that would define his calling — the UH-1H Huey.
After a brief return home, Don deployed to the Republic of South Vietnam. He arrived on March 3, 1970, assigned to B Troop, 7th Squadron, 1st Cavalry, part of the 1st Aviation Brigade. He was twenty years old.
On May 25, 1970 — Memorial Day — Don was serving as the pilot in the right seat of a Command and Control helicopter near Nui Coto Mountain, south of Chi Lang in the Mekong Delta. Fifty-five days into his tour, a single .51 caliber round pierced the right door, penetrated the armor, and took his life. He died doing the work he had trained for, in service to his crew, his unit, and his country.
He was brought home to Swan Lake Memory Gardens in Peoria, Illinois, where his family laid him to rest.
Today, Don’s name is engraved on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., Panel 10W, Line 98 — a permanent place among those who gave everything.
But beyond the wall, beyond the dates, beyond the uniform, Don is remembered because you remember him. Because he was your friend. Because the people who knew him carry his story forward. Because a life lived with courage and loyalty leaves a mark that time cannot erase.
This is how he stays alive in the world — through memory, through honor, through the love of those who still speak his name.
A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford
B is for Bristol with their whispering giants
C is for Convair and Canadair also
B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants.
D for De Havilland and those sleek Comet racers
E for the energy shown at Embraer
F connotes Fairchild who made a Packet or two
And G stood for Grumman at whom few tomcats stare.
H means Handley-Page or old Hawker-Siddeley
Astounding the globe with their jump-jet designs
I’s for Invincible, she sailed with Sea Harriers
J for the Jetstream with its dynamic lines.
K stands for Kaman so creative with rotorcraft
L must be Lockheed, the Starfighter’s dad
Whining like werewolves when losing their airspeed
Sure to send shivers down the spine of some lad.
M is for Mooney, sleek princess of pistons
N recalls Northrop proud makers of Hornets
Patrolling our oceans from carriers grey
Safeguarding airspace up close to the Arctic
Or defending the cargoes we import every day.
O for the Ospreys whose engines can tilt
P means Piaggio with rare pushing propellors
Drowning-out tenors with their monotone song
Queue for the taxiway, proceed as instructed
Safe separation your life will prolong.
R for those Robins with oddly cranked wings
S stood for Sopwith, with taut wiring and struts
T for the Taylorcraft, no need for sprung nosewheel
U for the uniformed men in rough huts.
V for those Vickers from Brooklands ascending
W for Westland down Somerset way
X-painted large means don’t use this runway
As it’s not been maintained for many-a-day.
Y is the yearning to sit in a cockpit
To strap oneself tight to a privileged seat
Z for the Zeros that rattled their cannons
And so strafed the decks of a Pearl Harbour fleet.
Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
These are the factors, Computable path
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
Tea is the Chai , these are herbal infusions
Chemistry, Physics, Logic and Math
Hardware, software, as service is SAAS
These are the functions to take, these exclusions
This is my goal, I pursue the intrusion
Gnomics, the calculus, logic and sense
Poem is written with state of Defense
Strategy, Tactics and the Workarounds
Review at this stage automatically rounds
Goals and tasks, the intentions, warfare
What would be way to be reasonably clever
Functions, the logic, historical concrete
Cognitive science of humans is on it
Cognitive science of humans is on it
Where cognition of humans are moron
Still we opinions value
They bore us
Stale and unsolvable, product of firms
Solutions in stall, in the air these soares
Starting conditions, weather, magnetic
Ethics is difficult, complex is ethics
Broken, dissolved, are the points and aspects
We do crave the power
We want many assets
In cases of what
The presumption of innocence
Facts contradict
What's its luminescence
Glow in the dark
Little beacon for radar
Visible spectrum
TATATA TATATA
Rhymes and melodies, noise and annoying
You are the foe, I am the foeing
The yonder blue hills from the hazy horizon
cascaded gently down the alluring landscape,
carving the contours of the charming hamlet,
where my endearing home was once cradled.
The pristine panorama of clouds sliding silently
across the curved canvas of the cerulean sky,
where my childhood joy soared to great height
with the colorful paper airplanes I loved to fly.
The wide-winged paper airplanes soared high
in uncharted winding flight with birds in the sky.
As they nose-dived to land in a faraway field,
I jumped in delight with the arms thrown up.
On these I deemed I flew to distant dreamland
with exploring mind filled with teenage fantasy.
The planes disappeared with the tide of time,
but in lonely hours they fly the childhood to me.
On some sunny days in scented air of spring,
I still fly paper airplanes in the blue sky bright,
and before the sun sets at the end of my time,
I try to reach the dreamland I am yet to find.
I marvel at my residual aviation skill not lost,
and wish I could fly my life on paper airplanes,
as I did with my imagination in my childhood,
never letting the child hidden within leave me.
________________
August 19, 2022
Contest : Paper Airplanes
Sponsored by : John Lawless
hulAba Loo
Juicy june
Misty blue
Fathom fair
Everywhere
I've divided the parcels
Before they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
Busted booms
Out of room
Impending gloom
Wash your broom
I've divided the parcels
Before they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
And when you're done with them shoes
Alcohol, huh!
Arcola, what?
Aviation, huh!
Delegation, what?
Reprobation, huh!
Dum founded, not
Got my diploma, what
From Magic Island, huh!
Run!!!
Fatty acid
Paper or plastic
Fathom fair
Everywhere
I've divided United Parcels
USPS they were mailed
Ha, la la
it's just a hulAba Loo
Tied my shoes to the door
Nailed my gloves to the floor
Now when I want to go out doors
I choose to ignore
Man hasn't revisited the moon
THIS SUCH A it's just a hulAba Loo
12/07/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.