"aerodynamically" poems
Away amongst the dappled sky
You see me racing swiftly by
And harken to my engines cry
The heavens ever speeding nigh
For ****** will push me swiftly high
Tis skyward that I fly!
The jet stream takes me rapidly
The form aerodynamically
To the place I mean to be
A bullet shot from barrel, me!
So fast a blur is all you see…
To lofty places I ascend
The constellations to befriend
And through the space which has no end
I strike the fabric, make it bend
Before spacetime itself I rend…
I land in distant years behind
My eldest kin I hope to find
For in their strength they’ve become blind
A warning have I in my mind
“Beware, the future is not kind…”
And when my purpose here is done
They hear my mighty engines run
I launch once more toward the sun
My sonic blast, all hearing, stun
Like bullet shot from smoking gun!
Then back through rift I must return
Slowing by my retro burn
But soon a dreadful thing I learn
A comet speeding struck my stern
Stranded now, defeat I spurn!
For though my state is more then grave
Tis home my soul dose wholly crave
And so a plan I start to pave
A burnished sail my life will save
For I can ride a solar wave.
Now close to earth I soon will be
Approaching far too rapidly
For burning is my craft, yes she
The one who swiftly carried me
Crash! I plunge into the sea.
My ship is recked but I survive
Drifting eastward half alive
When to an island I arrive
And on said place, for life I strive.
Then after months of living there
Illness I take through lack of care
But then a ship, tall sailed and fair
Picks me up, off island bare
And gives me drought of spirit ere
Death claim me or age **** my hair.
And when I am safe home at last
Infirmity from me I cast
Recalling engines mighty blast
My journey to the distant past
And galaxies rushing toward me fast!
I write it down, just how you read
And tell it true to all who heed
And now conclude, for I am freed
With brand new rocket, lightning speed
What a wondrous life I lead…
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
4:52 PM EST, I am heading home.
I-95 South, past Exit 30th
The foggy pitch black sky opened
And began pouring down thunder rain.
In seconds, the highway was swollen under water.
Then drivers shifted their cars to emergency mode
And were cruising their shacking cars slowly and
aerodynamically through the flood
like a trained sailor on the deep blue sea
Fighting with the violet wind and waves.
Everything was pitch black, except for the dim
Ticking and blinking Hazard lights.
It's 4:54 PM.
It stopped raining.
The sky became crystal clear.
Just like that, with a blink of an eye,
In just two minutes,
Everything changed back to normal again.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC