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*Image of Make A Paper Airplane by YT.
Pen Am Expression Airplane
Welcome, all writers and riders on board,
Pen Am Expression Toss-N-Throw Jetways,
Piloting, Captain Armstrong Paperweight,
And Co-Pilot Ace Bellwether Coxswain,
Thanks flying this all-expense paid--by you!
All poet and poetess, pens ready,
The younger riders can enjoy their snacks,
Ready for take-off, all seat belts fastened,
Note that the No Smoking Ever signs on
Hi, I am your head stewardess Pam Ann,
And with Rex, our strawberry blonde steward,
Pen Am's very own Golden Retriever,
Now, for your listening pleasure, playing,
The Beatles Magical Mystery Tour
Who're the Beetles, and what is that noise? Ugh!
First, there will be numerous short-hopped flights,
Followed by enjoyable longer flights,
In flight, on the left, our own baseball field,
Junior's holding a picture of Babe Ruth,
Had the most home runs and the most strikeouts,
Was well-balanced and All-American,
Now we're passing the mall, ladies, and gents,
Ah! It's easy sailing through Big & Tall,
There might be turbulence in Wanda's World,
And a brief stop at 31 Flavors,
We'll return, but it's the height of rush hour,
The Bully Boys and Gang of Toys are here,
They have papered up and ready to throw,
First one to land at home plate wins the war!
Paper trays in their upright positions,
Whirlybirds ready for topsy-turvy's,
Captain Armstrong here, I'm ready to throw!
2022 August 22
*7th Place*
PAPER AIRPLANES
~~John lawless: Judged 2022 September 15
Systemic Strain, Not Personal Fault
They say "pull yourself up",
But the set of steps they hand you got rungs
Missin, bolts loose,
And a warning label that indicates:
Good Luck.
You out here dodgin' glitches, cutoff.
Caseworkers who forget your name
Bur remember your target dates.
You fight battles they swear are "Personal
Choices ".
In the process the whole damage system
Been leanin' crooked since before you were
Born.
And still- They point at you like you're
The Crack in the pedestrian way not
The aftershocks they triggered.
But Nah you're the one who learned
How to walk broken streets without
Losin' your pace.
You're the one who maintains truth
Like a blade tucked taintless under the
Tongue. So you spit it raw:
This constriction ain't mine this fault
Ain't mine.
This weight was innovate by hands
That never had to lift it.
I'm not the blemish, I'm the witness.
I'm not the burden-
I'm the blueprint of persistence.
I'm the voice they can't repose
With paperwork and excuses.
I'm the specifically of every person
Whoever got blamed for a system that
Failed them first. And I say it blaring
Loud enough for the block, the courthouse,
The whole damned state to hear
I'm not broken.
I'm piloting what was built shattered.
I'm navigating what was built and that
Truth, That's power
Aspiration
Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of
~ Poisonous Times ~
A mysterious man and rebellious philosopher with script on his
tongue ink on soft paper Rose in his heart and yearning for
~ Cleopatra’s Eyes ~
A snake of fertile creation and healing never far from his pen
Aesculapius in coil had mutated to SS wound around torches’
~ Venomous Bite ~
Aspides’s toxic fangs a spitting image of denial with thick scales
covering eyes of horned vipers hiding or shielding from attack
~ Dependent on Choice ~
The piloting scribe aspired towards kind compassionate words
As the elephant was swallowed by a boa constrictor clothed in a sad
~ Hatter’s Distortion ~
Antoine got killed on reconnaissance’s flight over France shot down or
by just letting go of throttle and misery but the Little Prince and his
~ Wisdom Remains ~
Avoiding slithering hisses in what remains of paradise an auspice
of sloughing what needs to be shed emerged from warrior’s asps in
~ Blossoming Hope ~
When threatened by serpent’s pitiless pits with no parachute attached
Peace can be found and acrimonious asperity relieved one small step in
~ Narration and Truth ~
29th April 2018
Thrust in the centre of the storm’s wild roar,
Oh Lord, my Heavenly Father, you were near.
I relied on you and it was your kind face which I saw,
That you mended my torn spirit when fear did gnaw.
When wind howled loud and thunder boomed and burst,
In your mercy that exceeded all bounds, I did trust.
I knew you couldn’t turn your face when your child,
Held in utter helplessness was crying for aid.
When fear and anxiety swivelled and raked me
Shaking me and sinking me into the depths of the sea
You anchored my soul to faith that made me proclaim-
‘Jesus alone is my sole refuge and no other name’.
Thrust in the eye of the storm, when I was with fear rife,
And when no one was around to save my life,
I saw you standing lovingly within my reach,
With hands held out to me, ready for outreach.
When tossed by the currents of fiery storms
Lord! You made me seek the safety of your arms.
When I was drowning in the sea of escalating pain,
You strengthened and sustained me and kept me sane.
Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life.
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife.
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea,
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me.
It was the third lunar mission
Of the Apollo space program;
Destination was the earth’s moon
Where two men were going to land.
Neil Armstrong was the Commander;
Piloting the Columbia was Michael Collins;
Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin would Pilot the Eagle;
The landing craft they would land in.
Aldrin landed the Eagle
In the Sea of Tranquility,
While millions watched on TV sets,
Including my family and me.
On July 20, 1969,
Men from the Apollo 11 space flight
For the first time walked on the moon
Late on that summer night.
I’ll never forget the exact day it occurred;
It’s a special day for me;
I shared my eleventh birthday
With the men of Apollo 11 and history.
Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade
Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory
He counted black hours guarding his troops;
Piloting aircraft and landing on muddy swamp
Worse was the order to kick his dead friend, Paul.
Black nights fed thinner ribs with brisk attacks
Riddling air with roulette of mortar sounds,
Yet country’s honor soared higher than gray winds
A testament for a man of lofty ideals.
Tales of grit, battle scars wrapped in dignity
A body resting on heroes’ graveyard, our flag rising;
Until the end, code of gallantry filled life’s moments
Of one general, dear Dad, your spirit walks with me.
2nd place
The world is quiet here
Yet growing louder by the day
Renting paradise from vultures
Split amongst two flavors of instability
I clamored and dreamed for that golden armor
That title that would cement my name in history
To be a "hero" to someone I'd lose contact with forever
Scars fade, and eternity is short
I saw my dreams given flesh
No gaps left to fill with fantasy
Universally agreed upon perfection
Yet we all clamor for the imperfect
Through them, my dreams were given flesh
Warmth on warmth, fear on tenderness
To be able to understand but not empathize
In a way that mattered enough to keep dreaming
The consciousness may forget, but the body remembers
Every molecule tattooed on my gray matter
Screaming for familiarity in that paradise of dreams
How cruel the unconscious mind may be at times
Ego death and carry on
Memories I can hardly call mine when it feels like I died
Piloting a stranger's corpse with his own baggage
Who were you, Derek? Why do I dream your dreams?
Redwood, redwood
The perfect antidote to tradition and trauma
So why does the latter grip me so
When it makes such a poor foundation?
The flower girl piloting your body is a mass of contradiction
Clinging to your first word, your fervent dream
A redwood ship battered by your cresting waves
Die a better death and quit clinging to your remains
I wish you were me
As anyone wishes they could do it all over again
I know your pain better than you do
Even if it meant I would die, I'd grant you that knowledge
Mother Theresa burns in Hell
Knowing there's nothing noble about suffering
The modern king's cruel facsimile of Jesus' word
Would make that poor carpenter weep in sadness and rage
You needn't have feared, poor Derek
For in choosing to hug over maim
You were far closer to Him than anyone
Who blindly listened to the charlatan on the pulpit while you slept
You were blindly resilient, sweet departed
So grant me that tenacity and simplicity
If I grant you the peace you desired
Will you grant me the peace that I do?
BY: CAROLYN COWAN
2019 is a year to build endurance. When you reach the limit
and feel you can't go on, go a little further. It will build inner
strength and perseverance.
As an offering to the world this year make a pilgrimage of peace. Walk on the earth spreading love to all those who are near you.
The joy of this year rests on the state of your mind. Place it first in
your soul then descend it to your heart and finally in your body.
Then put it into action !
Remember, a thought becomes a feeling an emotion a desire then it finally crystalizes into an impulse leading into action.
When patience runs out, extreme insanity walks in
When tolerance is broken, madness rules
Ask yourself, ‘is it a madman or a master piloting my ship?’
I PRAY IT IS THE MASTER THAT HOLDS YOUR MAST
PUT FAITH IN YOUR HEART & HOLD ON STEADFAST.
Dec 31, 2018
In the wild confusion of my life, I saw your face,
A kind countenance making bright my days.
Through rugged tracks when I stumbled along,
I felt an unseen hand holding me strong.
When bewildered by the horrid scenes of death,
You assured that life extends beyond mortal breath.
When lost in the dank and dark alley of wickedness,
You diverted my steps into the well-lit path of righteousness.
When I gloated over my own trivial accomplishments,
You reminded me of my littleness through mild chastisements.
When I lost myself in the grip of vanity,
You opened my inner eye to restore my sanity.
When tossed by the currents of fiery storms,
Lord, you made me seek the safety of your arms.
When drowning in the sea of escalating pain,
You strengthened and sustained me, and kept me sane.
When many got wiped out from the face of the Earth
Without seeing a new day’s golden birth,
Thank you for allowing me to see this glorious dawn.
‘Extend your hand’, I pray, for me to hold on!
Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife.
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea,
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me.
My Lord, without you, my life will be in peril.
Never let me fall into the snares of the devil.
Do not desert me, stay by my side now and ever.
Be my guiding light and sanctify my every endeavor!
Once there was a mother
She watched her son suffer
It happened after last supper
when bread was served with wine not butter
Power players came in
Like gusty wind
They took the Mother’s son away
Saying it’s time you pay
Giving him a thorny crown
Before the judgment was handed down
A man named Pilot took control
And he was very bold
Letting the masses make the decision
Since it was their mission
Up the hill they went
Showing hate and resent
And at the request of their boss
They hung the Mother’s son on a simple wooden cross
It was there
That the Mother showed she really cared
For three hours until a storm came abreast
Screaming anger at this humanity mess
Years passed and it was mentioned
Like her son the Mother had ascended
Today a Mother
Watches her son suffer
Hoping her boy will recover
It is during this time
Faith could be in decline
Giving more reason
To understand the Lenten season
From the hours of winter struggles
Come warm springtime cuddles
Where life is in the air
Taking away death’s scare
This is the true embrace
Much needed when adversity moves into one’s space
Wanting attention by demanding a meeting face to face
It is a Mother’s love who strength comes from above
Swooping down as peaceful as a dove
Piloting its way making it a special day