Let us walk across that bridge
Into a metal bird
Let's fly away together
To places of which we've heard
Let's form some splendid memories
While we've still got the chance
Let's enjoy the music entirely
While we're still at the dance
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label flying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flying. Show all posts
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Skyward
We've grown wings
To best the sky
We've found ways
To soar up, up high
No earth-bound life
For you or me
We've got the science
And now the technology
But with the freedom
Comes the cost
Can we afford to pay
For what we've lost?
To best the sky
We've found ways
To soar up, up high
No earth-bound life
For you or me
We've got the science
And now the technology
But with the freedom
Comes the cost
Can we afford to pay
For what we've lost?
Labels:
air travel,
carbon footprint,
flying,
poem,
poetry,
pollution,
soaring,
wings
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Clouds
Staring down at the clouds
From way up high above
That's where we find assurance
Of a higher form of love
With the falling of brilliant light
On the cotton-y clumps of wisp
We can see heaven's reflection
Through the masses of gathered mist
From way up high above
That's where we find assurance
Of a higher form of love
With the falling of brilliant light
On the cotton-y clumps of wisp
We can see heaven's reflection
Through the masses of gathered mist
Thursday, September 26, 2013
West coast Haiku
Taking a trip soon
The tops of mountains to see
Green, rainy and pure
The tops of mountains to see
Green, rainy and pure
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