I took it in my palm
A stray that looked familiar
Confused, lost, beaten
It was my silhouette
It had left me a decade by
We had a difference of opinion
And we walked a separate road
I'd often think of him
In passing
In a shop window reflection
In a quiet winter morn
When I was alone
We had been close once
Fought battles in playgrounds
Lay beside me in darker times
When hormones grew
And life was confusing
He held my hand
Whispered the right words
That brought comfort
I missed him
It made me sad
That I could be alone in a crowded room
My wingman somewhere, lost too?
Missing me, maybe, maybe not!
Today though unexpected he returned
Bedraggled, worn at the seams
Just like me, I suppose
That mattered not
Just that he was here
My true friend home
Together once more
We sat for a while
Hugged, traded times
Then drifted, to sleep
And dreamt of tomorrow.
Categories:
wingman, dream, friend,
Form: Free verse
In twilight, riding the soft winds so slight
Above peaks, about to cradle the stars,
Two avian are flights' whispers of light
Flowing gentle, where the horizon bars
Tracing the lovers; a "V" shape crescent,
Her wingman steadfast, bright and bold his grace,
With feathers aglow, in a hush unbent,
A dance of the heart, in love's warm embrace
Spectating flowers in awe grow below,
Shadows long, they extend to each their wing,
They glide on breezes, where soft rivers flow,
Not fall birds of prey, but the songs of spring
With each graceful turn, they map out the skies,
In harmony's notes, upon sun-lights beams,
A journey unfolds, where their wild hope lies,
Elegant like silk, within looming dreams
In twilight, riding the soft winds so slight
Flowing gentle, where the horizon bars
Trumpets of purity, dressed in all white,
Two swans in flight are the whispers of light
Categories:
wingman, devotion, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
Looking cool
Wearing blue
Fly through the air
Wingman as their pair
Patrolling the skies
Ready to encounter bogey lies
Like eagles they soar
On this speed tour
Landing on a carrier for air craft
Navy catches them, preventing a bath
Hearing political wrath
You see
It is we
Not I
We cry
Surviving the situation where one could die
When defending things
Spreading our wings
Together standing tall
Against evil forces who need to fall
Using a soft loosened grip
Respectful dialogue in our spoken script
In the reality human game
Glorified in deadly fame
Categories:
wingman, appreciation, hero, memorial day,
Form: Rhyme
Energy Exchange
Oh how sorry I am
To concentrate on the wingman
Who crashed on the hillside
The crash that killed Frederick
For three and a half decades I waited
To see where you fell
And died on a cold wet English moor
Your real wingman survived, just
He lost his wing tip
And returned to base, white
But over the mountain there was another
One was not enough
England decreed American blood
For the cost of her freedom
And she got it
A second Mustang went in
Left an eighteen foot crater
It took an explosion to do this
Yet the pilot was not incinerated
Wilhoit was your name
Witnesses snatched your ID cards and book
Before you burned up
When I return home
I will see where you fell
And I will never ever forget
What you died for nor why
And I will say THANK YOU
For you gunned Nazis down
Over their own homeland
You escaped them all
To die in forever England…
New Dawn 2971
Nick Armbrister and other authors/poets/writers
Categories:
wingman, flying, memorial, sympathy, thank
Form: Verse
So yesterday I was at speech, and Cassidy says to me,
"Hey Keri, it's me Cassie.
Don't let that boy walk past me!
Go get his number or his
@ so we can get to snapping."
"'Why not yourself,' you ask me?
Talking to boys is ghastly.
But don't wait up 'cause I look great,
and Hannah's looking classy."
So I say, "Fine, if you say so," so I go down there and I start talking, and I say,
"Hey guys, my name is Keri.
Cass says strangers are scary,
But you should call her now so
Both of you can soon be married."
"And Hannah is a true friend.
You both should know just 2 things:
She's the cutest blonde in town, and
she wants you to move in."
And they're like,
"I'm Will, and this is Ben.
We think they're both a ten,
And doing this for them
Just shows that you're a real good friend."
And I say, "I know, I am such a great friend to them, aren't I?"
Categories:
wingman, 10th grade, boy, crush,
Form: Rhyme
Can I tell you of this man's view,
His most blessed sight of you,
Enriched by a lively spring's hue,
A fresh love and each day anew,
Would you then not return his love,
When he sustains only with happy thought,
His mind so pulled, cornered and caught,
Your pairing not only profound but made above,
Do you not long for long-lived happiness,
Born not with wish just work, talk and a kiss,
He shall provide you more than joy and bliss,
He'll satiate your desires even the ravenous,
May I then be the first of many to congratulate,
And hope many years together be within your fate.
Categories:
wingman, desire, funny love, i
Form: Sonnet
TOGETHER… ALMOST…
Over Russian steppe I followed you, in your Yak plane of fabric and wood.
You not yet 23. You are a girl of the sky, someone who should have not been here,
you are a chimera. Part eagle and part heroine.
But I notice you and your stunning charisma, time pauses.
I am in my plane by your side, your wingman, covering you till death.
For you I’d die but please not today.
Soon we will be together, soon now my love, you are my soulmate…
After this mission, when we land, Ill ask you to be mine, do say yes.
Clouds surround me, hiding you from me. Where are you?
There my love, come to me.
Not long now, a few more minutes. What is that?
No, Germans! Quick turn to attack, Ill be there for you,
we can win this… do it for us…
Later only one plane lands, in difficulty.
Wheels up, it stops, no one gets out.
Bullet holes surround the cockpit.
A plane is missing, where?
Is the girl lost?
Soon both will be together, in death…
…in love.
Categories:
wingman, conflict, courage, lost love,
Form: Verse
I was at a party
Heard a girlish scream
But, the scene
was expected to me.
Fat, hairy dude
Starin' down a pretty lady
I tittered a tad an' said: Baby,
That's just my pal
Salacious Sal
He's an okay dude
to have around.
He ain't no looka
Don't got much charm,
How'd ya like him
on ya arm?
The girly said
F*ck no
an' turned
to go.
Salvy my man, you
shoulda known.
She was intimidated
by your big bones.
Or was it your etiquette?
Salacious Sal only said
“oh well, f*ck it.”
Categories:
wingman, friend,
Form: Free verse
I hope she gets there,
Wherever she's going,
However far; however high,
Always off running; I know she'll fly,
Can no longer be her wingman,
I've got to land and nurse this tan,
Burning I was so close to the sun,
Might as well have had a gun
To my head ready to blow
Away my brain red in the snow,
I didn't want to see the truth,
Even as she pulled each tooth
Told me it was nothing
And I believed everything
Even as I questioned it all
So this house of cards will fall,
Because I was delusional and willing
To follow her thinking it a good feeling;
But who am I to love or need;
I've never wanted, never paid heed
To any pretty face around me
All failing to be anything I should see
Instead just going with my flow
And her splendor? Just mop n glow
Blinding yes; but not glue
Therefore one IS better than two,
This road has diverged; split and ended;
While it lasted; knowing her was splendid...
Categories:
wingman, life,
Form: Free verse
Krystal the Pistol
God has blessed be with such a dear friend
someone who entertains me on the weekend
Lucky I am to have such a unique person to work with
in a cold windowless pit.
A beautiful Libra
Crazy enough to dress up as a zebra
She gets me and my crazyness
Just ask her to paint it on a canvas
She sings like an angel
and looks at the world from different angles
we dance, we laugh, we like to take naps
we also know muay thai so watch your ass
She's my wingman with a tan
and can handle my attention span
I'm glad to have her in my life
any man will be golden to call her his wife
Categories:
wingman, friendship, happiness, life, people,
Form: Rhyme
I am the
enigma
the
world
has
failed to
understand
i am a
mystery
beyond
my own
comprehension
i stood
toe to
toe with
the
agents
of
disdain,
and
smiled.
i
perpetually
root for
the
underdog.
i dwell
in the
underground,unconventional,
genre.
i'm
fascinated
by
villains.
my
heart is
lost on
an
island in
fiji,
i'm
saving
up miles
to re-
unite
with her.
i'm not
one for
conventions,
but i
adjust,
i try.
compromise
has
always
been an
option.
i abhor
cliches
but i live
with
them.
i've
never
been
content
with
mediocre,
but the
earth
somehow
expects,ordinary,
to
suffice.
Words,
my tool,
gift and
weapon.
i always
seem to
be at
odds
with the
elements,
my
supposed
wingman.
Money,
the fuel
of
existence,
i desire
above
others
In a
nutshell,
there
goes my
reflections.
Rather,
some of
it.
Categories:
wingman, mystery,
Form: Free verse