#aviation
Set your soul free and expand your wings
Then follow the choir of the Angels singing
The ice won't freeze your feathers
For the sky is now your home forever
Set your soul free and sleep on the clouds
Don't worry about us griefing out loud
Rest in Peace, sleep tight
Rest in Peace, don't worry about tonight
Set your soul free, Heaven is waiting for your arrival
Let go of your flesh and we will set a proper burial
When you reached the promised land
Share your jokes and laughter with your new friends
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
Likings, prefences and goals may change
But it is the dream
that always remains;
The dream
where I see myself flying high,
Where the stars are shining and moonlight brightening
the amazing night sky;
The dream
where I see myself walk in style,
Wearing the uniform I've been yearning to earn
since juvenile;
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Howard Robard Hughes
Famously rich recluse
Dreams led him to the lap of luxury
Followed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD
Rich ******* aviator Howard Hughes
With movie starlets kept himself amused
Dated Katherine Hepburn
Bette Davis took her turn
And still more, which kept the tabloids confused
Born Howard Robard Hughes to a rich family
With English, Welsh and French Huguenot ancestry
Enjoyed a successful multi-faceted business career
But aviation and aerospace were his favorite frontier
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
As the airplanes
Take off
And land
The children
In the
School yard reach up and
Out
As if to grab the planes.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
As the boeing's engines
Start
To fail
A
Gaint purple butterfly swaps in
To save
The plane
It's passengers
And its crew
From certain
Destruction
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
As the sun sets
I watch from across the river the airplanes
Land
And take
Off
At the airport
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Build me an airport above the surface of your heart
The runway could be hard surfaces
Made out of asphalt
Or soft surfaces
Made of grass
No matter how easy or hard
I will take my chances
To land safely on your heart
Make a radio tower and tell me the radio frequency
So I can tell you how gorgeous is your smile
How I love your sins, flaws and your style
And you can tell me
Clear to do arrival and approach
But if you are not ready, put me on hold
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
There on a
Wing of a Boeing
Was Garfield
A cat
Walking on the wing
At 30,000ft in the air.
Am I hallucinating
Or dreaming
Or is the reality??!!
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
As I see a
Boeing jet
Take off
Form the airport
So fat and so happy
I can feel
The freedom
It’s gaining.
How I wish it was me.
As I see a Boeing jet
Land
At the airport
Still fat and still happy
I feel like a captive
For it is not free
Due to weather and gravity.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
I pray for thousands of innocents
Who died because of 19 sinners
I wished for the wandering souls in earth
To be accepted on the side of our Creator
Bless the souls who died in Pentagon
Bless the souls who died in World Trade Center
Bless the souls of the hijacked aircraft's passengers
So they will rejoice, in the Land Of Promised
For the ones that lost their family, friends or their siblings
I want you guys to think positive and keep smiling
Because of that incident
They could enjoy their new lifes in Heaven
The place where pain never exist
And known as it's Holy
The place where our heart will never resist
To enjoy the eternal life and live happily
Rest In Peace
And you all will be missed
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Why would she wants to be a pilot
When she is already an angel?
Why would she wants to be inside the cockpit
When she can just spread her wings?
Why would she have to struggle asking permission from the radio tower
When she can fly by her own desire?
Why would bothered about fuel consumptions
When she have a gigantic amount of power?
Why would she thinks about the ground speed
When she can fly with her wings in a high velocity?
Why would she thinks about the minutes
When she can travel with just one click?
Why would she thinks of a distance
When she can just do teleportation?
Why would she afraid of an engine failure
When she have the strength of lifting earth?
What kind of heavenly creature
That have something she concerned?
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Was it your beauty
That distracts me?
Was it your body
That makes my focus blurry?
Was it your smile
That sets my heart on fire?
Was it your eyes
That makes me can’t see because it’s too bright?
Was it the way your singing
That makes me can’t hear the radio coming?
Was it your brain
That caused my heart to beats faster like bullet train?
Or maybe your just overwhelming
That inspired my dreams and caused me overthinking
Whatever the reason is
You made me crashed my aircraft
Really **** hard
That nearly caused a fatal injury
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Don’t know where should I go
And I don’t think I cared anymore
Wide opened sectional
With a standby plotter
A flight computer
And a pencil
But no line was drawn
My plotter became useless
I let my Cessna flew by his own
And he followed where the wind blew
I noticed
The wind pushed me to that same airport
The same runway I tried to avoid
It's like faith
The further I go
The stronger the wind blows
Or it's just my crazy theory
Or maybe my mind plays tricks on me
I’m lost in the nowhere’s skies
And I still found her
No matter how far I fly
The wind leads me to her
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
He fly above the same airport
Waiting for a chance to land on the runway
The runway of her heart
Nobody knows how long he waited but the Lord
That airport have only one parking spot and one runway
And occupied by one aircraft
It's hopeless
To wait for that parked aircraft to take off and gone forever
He began to feel desperate
All his patience, all of his waiting, gave him a mental break
He opens his sectional
Pull out his plotter
Change his heading bug in his heading indicator
He finally said, with a smile
“It’s time to divert”
Waste of fuel and time
Waste of credits and dimes
Too long he was holding
Now it’s time for leaving
He will never know
How does the runway and the taxi light glows
After sunset and before sunrise
He will never feel
The satisfaction for using the service
24 hours everyday and night
He will never see
The runway decorated by green grass, flowers and trees
The beauty of the airport’s sight
But it’s for the best
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
THE THRILL OF FLIGHT
We have become angels
Soaring in an Ocean of blue
Like gods we view the world
As a child views a toy
Life, such a universe in itself
Now barely visible
Only but specks in our vision
Worth more than the world
We the few know this sight
The world lit up in the dark of the night
The air is calm at earth's height
The hands of nature carry us on our flight
We soar like the eagle
Dive like a hawk
Our eyes captivated by the wonder
The beauty of the sky
We have become proof
That impossible
Is but a big word
For small men
Alas, to see the water rush over the falls
Mountains turned red and orange
The world frozen, white as the clouds we live in
A serene home in the sky
A mesmerizing view of the earth we walk
All the beauty of the world
All the wonder in which we partake
Does not compare
To the beauty in your eyes
So much more to see
So much more to know
For at the end of the day we will run out of space
To explore the earth which we grace
With Our presence above
We have seen all there is to see
All there is to know
All that exists on earth below
But although I may spend a lifetime searching your soul
I will never reach the end
Of your beautiful sky
And lost in you
Is where I will happily die.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
When the clouds below turn to into carpet
Up there in the cold morning light,
The VFR pilot jitters and frets:
Time to check fuel, to come up with a plan
To search for a hole in the billow below,
And bring the craft in to land.
So it was when a pilot coming back from a lark,
Flew in a circle somewhere over Williston,
Above clouds turning thicker and dark.
In his office sat Phil, across the state line,
When the radio crackled, pleading a break:
"VFR practice," he thought, "He's probably fine."
Phil headed to lunch, had an errand to do...
Drove downtown for a couple of hours,
Returning somewhere around 2:00.
The radio tone carried tired despair
When Phil walked back in from his break
And heard the pilot, still stuck in the air.
Phil knew that the fuel must be drained
In the old Piper Cub overhead,
So he logged a flight plan and ran for his plane.
He flew to the east and banked to the north,
Rising above the gray carpet below,
And spotted the wanderer holding its course.
Coming in fast, cutting his distance by half,
"Super Cub over Williston, this is Bonanza
On your left. How much fuel do you have?"
"About 30 minutes," came a despondent reply,
Standard answer, but gauging the hours,
Phil calculated the response was a lie.
"I am going to fly by your side.
Follow me and dive when I dive;
Keep contact and enjoy the ride."
The planes in tandem turned around;
Phil flew by IFR to find the runway end,
Backed off the throttle, and led them down.
The tail dragger followed, did not complain,
Dropped into the soup gliding blind
Except for the strobe on the faster plane.
The old Cub flared when Phil said, "Land!"
Settled onto the runway end as the propeller stalled,
And Phil had saved a desperate man.
On the hangar wall now hangs a plaque,
Though Phil himself is gone,
The Governor's gift for bringing a flyer back.
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My brother once watched Phil Petrik of Sidney Aviation fly off the Sidney runway, disappearing into a pea soup fog, carrying our father and mother on an emergency flight to Billings, to save my father's life.
I lay this poetic rose upon Phil's grave as a slim tribute to a man who earned my admiration and life long gratitude. Rest In Peace, Phil Petrik.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Century of Flight
Kitty Hawk is distant past
Routine miracles.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
A little bird told me
That one day I'll be
Free to fly
To touch the heavens
Another little bird told me
That I'll still be
Bound and caged
To dream of the sky
We are birds
Destined to fail or fly
Let not the sky be the limit
But the weight of feathers
Tell all the other birds
The wings of our destiny
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC