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Donna Apr 2018
Hi there aeroplanes
I like you have a grumble
When your flying high
Silly one :)
Inspired today watching aeroplanes fly by x
nick armbrister Feb 2018
And There Were Three
Late mark Griffon engine Spitfire is sliced apart by German gunfire. Defeat! Spit pilot takes to the silk and bails. He saw his executioner executed. Swift justice handed out by a Tempest. No one said the Salamander was in service.

Volksjager peoples’ fighter, for everyone but only flown by the best, killed a Spitfire before  a Tempest killed him. Did the **** pilot perish? Unlike the Spit pilot? Eyewitness to his own shoot down. Advanced air war 1945, Armageddon beckons.

Enough! Time for a coffee and some biscuits, teen combat pilot dreams aside. I close my book and go to make a brew. No decaf for me. Need my caffeine before I battle the Luftwaffe in turbulent European skies. Shame I’ve no beer!

Never mind about being there, seeing history made. German jet genesis, almost mastering state of the art piston engine fighters. Back to my book. At 17 my mates were out chasing girls, I was in the skies.
Poetic T Oct 2017
There were words scribbled in
pencil, on a singular piece of paper,
I folded into a paper plane...

Throwing it from the balcony of
my window, I was single never finding
love. But I threw my feeling out into
the world beyond my reach...

I waited for days, but never did my
thoughts fly towards me..
they must have statically landed
beyond the reach of other hearts..

Wrote within I had penned simply.
"If my heart glides to  you and you find
my words of merit, let your kisses envelope
my wings and glide back to the window of my heart"


Do you realize how far a paper plane laden with
emotions can fly, it never sank.. But floated on
the breath of loneliness, until it found a window
of opportunity. folded words were read upon.

Days had ventured past my window until a
letter fell though my door.. And with it words.
"Though you flew to me, I found it easier for
my words to walk to you doorstep an read my words"
  

When the walls of trepidation fell, and I saw the
mirror of my word I knew that my hart had flown
true. You were the wings of my thought and I was
the reflection that brought you to my heart.
Steve Sep 2015
Stood in this queue
Stood in that queue
Push along the aisle  
Bums in that seat
Bags down by your feet
A little breeze above your head
Now pay attention to what the steward said
If the air supply fails
If we land on water
Disaster's tales
What's that they taught you
Treats from the trolley
Turbulence by golly
Life in a toothpaste tube
Far above the world
Pressurised Pringle pots
Danger from ankle clots
Queues for the loo
Raffle tickets too
Positions for landing
Don't begin standing
Till the little light dings
Groans from the wings
Squeals from the wheels
Applause for the crew
For all that they do
Taxi to the gate
And check you're not late
Where are the stairs they're always slow
Will they open the back so we all can go?
Spring down the steps
And step round the wings
Miles of corridors
While the announcer sings
To another motley crew
With a journey to do
Welcome to the world
Of the flying zoo.
Martin Narrod May 2014
Hallucinating Bureaucracies and auditory Hallucinations : When the voice in your head speaks when you don't want it to, to head's of State not present. I could snuggle in bed if I wanted to, but I've got to orchestrate and reorganize the Clinton dowry. It started outright with trying on a purple, yellow, and blue button down shirt that had Scabies in the sleeve- and now you're all going to know why Mr. and Mrs. Obama don't want to talk to me about potentially increasing livestock traffic across the Americas. I think could practice will follow from such a manure, I mean maneuver. I pick up 10 or so bottles of plastic single-serve water for consumption in my apartheid room. It's awful in here. The gold disappears from the mines, and even the hands I used to work with are blurring up in the twister, and as much as you call or don't call I have no business managing your intentions- only mine. Some barrge of women over thirty. But still there isn't a problem. The river is beginning to flood, and the fishery's stockpile is running low. Maybe we ought to empty out an African mass grave and fill it with blacklists of co-conspirators and then make a drake or a flume out of the narrow walkways between the cities. Then maybe we'll have water to last us through the dry season.----------------------------------------------------------­--------------------------------- Where in the world is Sam in Hammond, Can Diego? Forklifting pillars, bribing monkeys, playing with his Mickey Mouse and Michelob, catching the taller, eighteen and up crowd catch the last car riding the rapid drop from Space Mountain through, "It's a Small World After All:"  

It's a world of laughter a world of tears, it's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware- it's a small world after all."  

And then he takes the biggest gulp of water into his mouth that I've ever seen the man take, and he puts it in a small cooler that's strapped to the back of his calf, and he swears to me that the aeroplanes are going to come loop around, and when they do their glorious water-landing, he and I, or rather, the both of us, will be saved. Saved, hm? I don't even bother sharing insights or my insides. I quickly flash him the most-pod horrific a tryst that irons down a photo of Egon and I back in the Old City, what was it, Chicago, or something that very much sounded like Chicago. Could be totally awesome and I'll chime in that now is the time when we do our work best. That's all. Intrepid,

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