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Skybound
I am a son of the heavens.
I do not fall,
I can only fly.
The way the wind whispers
determines my path.
It has never once led me astray.
A gentle breeze ruffles my feathers,
while the sun's bright smile warms my face.
Clouds dance above my weightless form,
forming all kinds of shapes to entertain.
The world turns as do I.
Leaping carelessly through the endless sky...
Thursday 20th June 2024 9:22 pm
The Fall
Derek plummets from the summit
paper feathers attached
fashioned wings upon his back.
Lift him high through the clouds
gently swaying to the ground.
Each trip up the cliff
is a daunting grind.
Daily, Derek makes the climb.
The woods reveal a blissful calm.
But, nothing beats his daily fall.
Tuesday 3rd October 2023 1:19 am
Still Waters
Birds of a feather flock together
Sitting in my stillness whilst the outside world continues to move in it's very own ebb and flow.
Sunday 5th February 2023 3:54 am
PARAGLIDING
Although I'm super safe harness goggles well wrapped
Ear plugs in windproof attire snug secure no gaps
Fast heart irregular beat
Sweaty palms cold feet
Safe yet frightened
Amplified fears senses.. heightened
Here goes make way
Runway
Highest cliff
Beautiful surroundings
So so high
Have to look down to see the birds fly
Blinded almost by clouds
Ears ...
Monday 13th September 2021 2:17 pm
Hoopoe
I
Sixty tonne of metal bellowing down the sky
assails the quietude
of reeds and muddy pools
where spoonbills sift through sludge and seagulls drift nearby.
The mouth of the Ria Formosa’s a birders’ paradise:
miles of salt pans hosting
birds of low-lying coastline,
in thousands upon thousands. It’s Eden beyond price
in every way but one: the fence of Faro A...
Wednesday 19th May 2021 2:15 pm
a gull or an angle
a gull or an angel
watching a gull
catch an up current of air
higher and higher
until it was so small
I could not see it
maybe it was an
angel returning home
or a gull who was
seeking freedom
wonder if gull knows
kris kristofferson’s
poem line
“freedoms just another
word for nothing left to lose”
or knows jonathan l. seagul
who loved to fly
was a ...
Monday 28th September 2020 10:10 pm
A Pilot's Joke
A Pilot's Joke / Michael Kwack
Once upon a time, there lived a flying man
Who kept flying on, never thinking of landing...
One day accidentally he had to land
Somewhere, or nowhere, on the sand...
After having lived alone very happily ever after,
He left a poem in the sand when he finally left his land;
Quote,
I used to love sand,
For, where ther...
Saturday 18th July 2020 3:34 pm
Soaring
Swing chains squeak
like unoiled screen door hinges
with each push, I get closer
to touching clouds.
Once I’ve achieved maximum
momentum, I prepare to launch
into the stratosphere
everything slows down;
I feel the heaviness of each heartbeat;
the impending weightlessness of my body
I catch a glimpse of the proud smile
decorating your face;
your mouth wording inaudible sound...
Monday 20th April 2020 12:27 am
Humming bird
Humming bird, buzzing bird
flying high, oh so absurd.
how i wish i flew to see the forming dew
then left another morning new.
there will be room for you.
on the star we'll fly so high
over, under, in the sky.
singing fairies lulabies.
watching rolling tides.
flying slow flying low,
over swaying medows
seeking stars that glow,
then going home.
T...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 4:07 pm
Dawn Demure
Dawn demurely dooms darkness, dewy December day.
There! The shape of a machine peacefully sleeping.
Slumber banished, RAF pilot strolls to his mount -
Spitfire!
Kept warm by his fleece flying jacket,
fine silk shirt and thermal flying suit.
Mission time, Norway bound.
Land of ice and snow, glaciers and fjords, valleys and mountains.
Open the cockp...
Friday 4th October 2013 9:37 pm
What a Plane Day
What a Plane Day
I came home from work and saw GMP Defender spy plane circling where I live. I heard the turboprops as it did racetrack patterns going into clouds. I also saw a kid's balloon black on grey sky. Did Defender's camera pick it up?
Then I saw a second spy plane! A plastic Diamond DA42 prop plane. Hey, prop jets are more cool. Even crap Defender has them! You two ...
Sunday 28th April 2013 4:32 pm
Dawn Demure versions
Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gen...
Monday 25th March 2013 7:34 pm
Natalie. Politico (from my new series of Natalie poems)
Natalie. Politico.
There was trouble in The Argentine. A few of Natalie’s friends spoke out against the military junta who ruled the country. The two girls and one boy, all aged eighteen had simply vanished. Natalie was scared. Roberto warned her not to speak out. The same people who forced him into the army, ending his college studies, had apprehended the teens. Their fate was unknow...
Sunday 8th April 2012 2:41 pm
HORNET RESURRECTION
HORNET RESURRECTION
Lady of the sky, flying so high up into the blue,
all silver, a cloud’s silver lining. Now nothing
but a ghost, image on an old photo, in memories.
My aching dream to resurrect the lady of the skies
and let her exist again. I know I will fail.
I am a mere man. Lady of the sky, where are you now?
Lady of the lake, under fresh water wait...
Tuesday 7th February 2012 4:46 pm
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