jackdiamond
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 23, 2019 18:35:02 GMT -5
As some of you here know, I've been a pilot for almost 30 years now. 10 years ago, while on a flight to the Cayman Islands with Blondie, I jotted this down... The Air Up There
"Mortal man does sit and stare, does wonder with all his might
To contemplate the air up there, to most would surely fright
The air up there seems oh so rare, unseen, untouched, unknown
What could be in the air up there, if only one were shown
The air up there most surely rare, tis sweet, tis clear, tis pure
Should one be in the air up there, ones heart might not endure
The dreams of man since time began, to float, to fly, to soar
To feel Gods wonder, his beauty and might, to see from where rains pour
To gaze ever upward as one does walk, or shuffle as one looks down
The difference plainly clear to all, must be Heaven they have found
To think it, to dare it, to do it, absurd, one would most surely fail
But if one should taste the air up there, if one were to pierce the veil
Then Angels they now would surely be, a realm that was once only theirs
Now known to mortals, if this be true, their secrets they must have shared
How wonderful is the air up here, divine, sublime, surreal
So wonderful is the air up here, tis ecstasy one does feel"Lovely. Really lovely. |
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jackdiamond
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 23, 2019 18:35:49 GMT -5
From the sublime to the ridiculous; a limerick I wrote some years ago and have posted elsewhere: There was an old Vicar of Wylde With a temper exceedingly mild; His patience so stoic Was soon deemed heroic For when kicked in the balls he just smiled. Lmao. I love all of these. |
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Post by libertysmoke on Feb 23, 2019 23:08:37 GMT -5
IN BETWEEN
In between ; body and spirit
I live on earth in sky
Halfway in between this world
-Now - half into the next
My soul is rooted deep in peace
Yet , wholly bound to flesh
So to Him who sees all
Bone and spirit -this I live ;
Somewhere in between
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 24, 2019 7:13:51 GMT -5
IN BETWEEN
In between ; body and spirit
I live on earth in sky
Halfway in between this world
-Now - half into the next
My soul is rooted deep in peace
Yet , wholly bound to flesh
So to Him who sees all
Bone and spirit -this I live ;
Somewhere in between
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Post by Legend Lover on Feb 24, 2019 15:32:22 GMT -5
Really big font 😉😁
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Post by bigwoolie on Feb 24, 2019 17:23:06 GMT -5
Yeah, I actually don't know how that happened. These computers...sometimes I ride 'em and sometimes they buck me off. |
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Post by libertysmoke on Feb 24, 2019 20:47:38 GMT -5
High on N.Y.
I met a subterranean pirate
In the dungeons of New York
Where cargo ships on metal strips
Bring bodies back and forth
You try to make a million
Yeah, you almost go insane
Out on the edge, where your life is quick
The vultures scream and prey
Welcome to the big time
Where the wheels are lined with gold
Expensive women and shots of bourbon
The dealers, bought and sold
Everybody’s on a high in New York City
Must be the smoke they’re breathing in
Everybody’s on a high in New York City
Better get your tickets while you can
Spoke with a man they call Mr. Jones
Because he always needs a shot
He’s got a big back yard for his cardboard box
On the slopes of Central Park
They got horses in front of the courtyards
Brownstone stories touching the sky
Yellow cabs and concrete slabs
A landscape so unkind
Then I see some lonely child
Makes me just wanna break down and cry
Some people never had the choice
They were just born into this life
Everybody’s on a high in New York City
Must be the smoke they’re breathing in
Everybody’s on a high in New York City
Better get your tickets while you can
c. 1993 T.A.M. , BMI
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jackdiamond
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Post by jackdiamond on Feb 24, 2019 21:16:26 GMT -5
Well done, Sal. Both of these poems are absolutely lovely. "Subterranean pirate" is a great phrase.
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Post by monbla256 on Feb 24, 2019 23:54:20 GMT -5
Rub a dub dub,
Thanks for the grub,
Yeah God ! 
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