Roll out
Anywhere
Circling the room
Maybe a stop in Chicago
A good night sleep going left and right
Hard to sleep tight
All happening at night side to side
One could find themselves sitting at the front door
Rolling away twist and turn soar
Sounds more like a dance
A roll away bed doesn’t stop
Moving front and back
Next morning hard to keep of the rolling track
It’s a wonder that the rolling bed doesn’t eject
Let me roll back on that
It’s a set off
Roll out and on
Buckle up
cold
windblown
down feathers
dot the forming
ice
The Racetrack
A momentous and thrilling place
where people lose their pace
looking through the columns of the racing form.
They seem to be cheerful
when they hear of their horse name Fearful
getting into position with Takeoff.
The time has come and the bell has rung
and off with a speeding start
around on the first lap and straight for home
The people are shouting for Fearful to come home!
Submitted by:
Louis Saraceno
The planes were lined up in a queue,
A reminder of something I knew.
They awaited permission
Like at intermission
In theaters outside of the loo.
One by one each one skyward immersed
As the rest inched up closer to first
But like women in line
Still not given the sign
There were tempers (and bladders!) to burst.
"The Faster Takeoff!....The Truth Or The Lie?"
(WTA-IV)
2016
Her life is just about to take off,
As she straps in behind the stick.
The destination might be unclear,
But the route is hers to pick.
Education fuels her craft,
And graduation trips the switch.
She wants to see what there is out there,
The call of adventure is like an itch.
Her family is the tower that tries,
To make sure that the runway is clear.
Letting her know that back at home,
There’s a safe landing for her to steer.
The time has come to place her faith
In these untested wings.
In the faith that the Lord above
Will grant the joy that this life brings.
As she hurtles down the tarmac,
Her destination comes into view.
An endless sky before her now,
A boundless sea of blue.
With a confident smile upon her lips,
And a glimmer in her eye.
She rises above the firmament,
The time has come for her to fly.
etched in minds own eye
crane outstretching wing span - and
ready for takeoff
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