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“LIGHTNING STRIKES JETLINER SULFERLY”
The Jetliner was flying through a violent storm
This is the norm at times
The Jetliner originated from Los Angeles enroute to Chicago
A fierce lightning bolt sheared through the side of the air craft
The captain managed to maneuver the air craft
However, there was some damage
All the passengers were shaken up
Some were insured during the ordeal
The captain radioed the nearest airport
It was Dallas-Fort Worth Airport
The captain wanted to make an emergency landing
The Dallas-Fort Worth Control Tower told the captain that the runway was all clear for his descend
The Medical and Emergency team quickly went to runway 5 for the air craft
The captain had the Jetliner wheels down and turned towards Dallas-Fort Worth
The plane landed safe
Some of the passengers were taken to nearby hospitals
While others refused medical attention
Lightning bolt impact damage
Luckily no deaths were reported and everyone survived
Survival chapter
Categories:
radioed, adventure, america, care, fate,
Form: Free verse
hiding in plain sight, she wove her way down the avenue
no one flinched or shied away, these were professional commuters
They kept walking, ignoring her like New Yorkers can and do
She wanted to demand they stop, to make them come to a halt
Her mask slipped for a second; no one noticed, or acted like it.
What kind of people live on this planet, she wondered.
It was her calling to find out but they were closed.
How do they reflect emotions? She wondered.
She had been taught to look for smiles. There were none.
She tried to ask a few for directions, they looked past her
No. That’s wrong. They looked through her.
She finally radioed her commandeer to beam her up.
In the middle of Times Square on a Friday afternoon.
None of the commuters flinched; they pretended not to see.
What if it was not a pretense? Oh, my cracker schangdoos!
Maybe they were blind. The entire planet. She put that into her report.
Categories:
radioed, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!
God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?
Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!
And so the Tower kissed Nadir...
Categories:
radioed, cry, god, people, religion,
Form: Rhyme
BEST MAN
He feels his situation could be dire
On the hard shoulder, stands aghast
A shiny black Mercedes flashes past
At that speed, the fuel will not last
But then he turns back to his flat tyre
He’ll miss the wedding, not the fallout
With a trunk full of luggage to extract
To then find he has no spare, in fact
Just one more item he knew he lacked
Nor membership for breakdown callout
The advice is to remain with the car
Not seated inside, but standing apart
And now he senses the rain will start
A miserable feeling deep in his heart
A day with performance well below par
His phone has no signal at this location
And now he is getting cold and wet
Another thing he feared he’d forget
Is the ring, and bride he’d not yet met
And with no prospect of reparation
A police car pulled up just behind
They heard his dilemma and radioed in
Arranged for a tow and repairs to begin
Then got him to church top rescue a win
A debt he owed when brought to mind
Categories:
radioed, friend, wedding,
Form: Rhyme
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With punches that could crush a cyst,
In the admirers eyes summoning Mist,
The Destroyed by him a long list,
Many of them by their families missed…
He got them down but still them kissed,
Of a Life-and-Death business making a tryst,
You’d tag it a party and your own waist twist.
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With laughing legs but a crying fist,
Timing his demolitions with the watch on your wrist.
This treasuring and it never was ceased,
Many faces lighting up as many getting creased,
Of those who got its “He’s the Greatest!” gist.
Sadly, he hadn’t his Parkinson sniffed,
Angels hadn’t worried too to have us briefed,
Only us radioed his domestic squabbles and rift,
For his ring legacy, a displeasing gift…
Towards an uncheery finale did he drift:
My Gemini Twin and former spendthrift.
Categories:
radioed, career, celebrity, desire, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
I think he comes from the Tangerine Sun, she said.
I wondered about this, but she added his name was Tedd.
He’s cool and suave, debonair, fancy, gloriously bright and keen.
I think he’s a star of some kind, a consort to their queen.
I had to see this runway type of an alien guy.
Don’t question my instincts; please don’t ask me why.
He sauntered up to me and asked me to take him to our king.
I told him that I would but his lazars he could not bring.
He put down his weapons, and sauntered toward me in a swishy way.
I wondered what he would be doing to us by the end of today.
He did not make small talk, preferred to sit in silence, being grand.
I asked if he wanted anything. He said “yes, a jazz band.”
So we brought out the band, and they gave him a taste.
Of what our music sounds like. He began to twist at his waist.
He boogied and two-stepped and began hopping around.
He radioed the mother ship “come on down, I have found….”
A wonderful planet that loves orange, and is jazzy.
A place where we can swim, dance, play, and be snazzy.
A bigger ship landed, and fancy aliens came out.
Being fancy and noticed, is what they were all about.
Categories:
radioed, fantasy, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
It was the night before Christmas
And on this very calm night
Almost fell asleep in my squad car
When the radar unit did light
The speed was over 100
And it was climbing much higher
I radioed into dispatch
This speeder was a flyer.
Going south I told dispatch
We are going down the beltway
It was then that I noticed
I was chasing reindeer and sleigh
He finally pulled over
Back up set up a perimeter
Thinking back on it now
Should have considered his altimeter
We approached him and asked for
License, Registration, & Insurance
His credentials were valid
To this he assured us
We gave him a warning
for the excessive speed
he introduced us to the reindeer
to this no one would believe.
He said thank you to all
As he flew out of site.
Merry Christmas to All
And have a safe night.
Categories:
radioed, christmas, fire, holiday, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Fitting in isn't like me at all
Faking hand gestures
School girl laughs
Fragranced by the imortality of high school dreams
Sometimes life handed me a wilted flower
Made me nurse it back to health with impossibility
I just watched it die
Like, have you ever seen a plane you knew was gonna crash
But you still stood and witnessed the tragedy
It's not as if we could save the passengers
Yet we could have radioed for help
Puzzled like jig-saw,
A missing piece of contemptness
Solidarity, of the heart but where is it?
Snatched out held in the open,
Thumping like a drum
Ceremonial initiating womanhood
But that would be in a tribe
Like I said before, fitting in isn't like me
That would force my personality to conform
To that of a crowd, or that of a lie
Categories:
radioed, lifeme, me, high school,
Form: Free verse