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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
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
N18666
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;
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
The Dream
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
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Brilliance and Madness
As the airplanes Take off And land The children In the School yard reach up and Out As if to grab the planes.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
Reaching out
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
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
Of boeing's and butterflies
As the sun sets I watch from across the river the airplanes Land And take Off At the airport
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
Airplanes
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
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
Pilot’s Love Poetry
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??!!
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
Air Garfield
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.
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
Free Boeing
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
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Poetry For The Events 17 Years Ago
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?
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Angel Who Wants To Fly A Plane
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
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Now I can't fly anymore
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
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
Lost In The Nowhere’s Skies
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
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
Divert
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.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
The Thrill of Flight
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. -------------- 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.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Phil Petrik
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. -------------- 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.
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Century of Flight Kitty Hawk is distant past Routine miracles.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Flight
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
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
Feather Weight