brisk wafts
ricochet off
a shimmering
blue lake
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silent joy
saturates
fall day
floating
above (below)
within (without)
orange echoes
echoes of ordnance
)
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autumn
Utumna tumnau umnaut mnautu nautum
autuno
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autuno
Utumna tumnau umnaut mnautu nautum
autumn
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)
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)
echoes of ordnance
orange echoes
within (without)
above (below)
floating
fall day
saturates
silent joy
______
______
__ __
blue lake
a shimmering
ricochet off
brisk wafts
Rogue Star, how've you been?
The wormhole spit you out again
Oh my! How time does fly
A thousand years in a blink of an eye
More faster, stronger than before
New thrusters, ordnance, reactor core
Rogue Star, show some mercy
Not for me, for my ma in Jersey
This plane clad in black that I wanted to see
Throughout this year it has eluded me
My one chance to go and see it take flight
Was thwarted by another venture in sight
A thing of beauty from an aviation view
Built for a purpose, achieving it too
Sinister and dark, appears to float in the sky
Quiet and elegant, it deceives your eye
Wingspan so vast, and eerily black
Alien technology is right on track
With a dedicated crew and ground sustain
The balance of air supremacy will definitely remain
None see it coming and none see it go
Virtually invisible, but it’s been and they know
It’s presence is noted by the damage that’s seen
This plane is stealthy, wicked and mean
An electronics showcase, it has the best spec
Avionics wizardry keeps it above the hard deck
Four General Electrics keep it high in the air
A vast armament ordnance in case of warfare
The crews are high ranking and full of immense trust
For this bird with unbelievable thrust
Nothing in the world can equal this craft’s pace
This one’s a winner in the aviation race
Mind Mapping
I wandered lonely through my mind
on a day trip with a map,
an Ordnance Survey Map with details.
The people and places hidden there
all greeted me, old friends and old haunts
neatly stacked and filed in memory.
A Mind Map leads to thinking,
processing, calculating and developing.
How does it work, this neural network?
I sought after my soul and found
it cowering and concealed in a corner,
crushed by the worries of the world.
Personality appeared split, unable to agree
on mind-mapped sanity when faced with
the frenzy of life, whether real or imagined.
I passed the library of the mind,
the place of study, invention and skill,
the source of new thoughts and ideas.
A mind full of busy thoughts,
considerations and wanderings,
brain-driven while desiring tranquillity.
Perhaps the thoughts belonged to someone else,
heard, taught, caught, nurture, nature?
So I wandered on in search of peace.
And then the Mind Map merged with reason
as I lived the day before me.
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating, and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with Sherman determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times) referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebel voices yelling “HOORAY”
SANTA'S SURPRISE
Santa Claus stripped off his beard and red suit
And left the show in the officers’ mess
Pulling the last tiny pieces of cotton wool from his stubbled chin
As he ran to his position
At the end of the starboard bow catapult of the Carl Vinson
Eighty feet above the stormy grey Arabian Sea
He watched as far off down the flight deck
The final touches manoeuvred the F22 into the cradle
Its ordnance today a hundred kilogram fragmentation device
For a rebel bunker in Afghanistan an hour’s flying time away
A surprise delivery for them;
The salt wind whipped the last cotton from his face.
Then his thumb pressed the green all-clear button
Engine screamed to maximum and the catapult released
The flying load into the grey sky. Another successful delivery.
He checked his area of the mechanism after the aircraft blurred past
And hurried back inside to finish his Christmas dinner
Merry Christmas Santa, they all yelled as he came in again.
A prattling tongue,
Is like a heat seeking missile,
Or ordnance of mass destruction,
It indiscriminately destroys,
And disables, with harsh words,
Those targets, who to it,
Are of no consequence;
Proverbs 17:4