"dulles" poems - Hello Poetry

I hate airplanes. I hate them More than Anything I've ever hated. Except the flight From Dulles To Ft. Lauderdale. I like that. Especially at night When it feels like Stars Can be caught with A thin fishing line Twenty feet away And eventually you Go off the mainland And can't tell where The water starts Or The stars stop. Then you see a Sudden line of lights below And beyond that An infinity of bright bursts Of lights And lamps. All darkness, Then suddenly Light. I really hate planes. But not the flight From Dulles To Ft. Lauderdale At night. I love that.

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Nov 28, 2013

Nov 28, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC

emily-tyler

Flight

I hate airplanes. I hate them More than Anything I've ever hated. Except the flight From Dulles To Ft. Lauderdale. I like that. Especially at night When it feels like Stars Can be caught with A thin fishing line Twenty feet away And eventually you Go off the mainland And can't tell where The water starts Or The stars stop. Then you see a Sudden line of lights below And beyond that An infinity of bright bursts Of lights And lamps. All darkness, Then suddenly Light. I really hate planes. But not the flight From Dulles To Ft. Lauderdale At night. I love that.

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Two different shade of colors One portrays good deeds a kind heart Ready to give anything to meet people needs Sometimes I wish that was me But it's hard to be happy when black Is in my company Happiness isn't a shade I can't see Only the torturous black comforts me Hugs me tight like a lost friend you don't want to see It's uncomfortable like when my dad try's to speak to me White is the light It's shine can't reach me through the night Only in shades of grey Dulles my heart Like a knife that's lost its usefulness It's hard to find white When I'm so use to black

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC

devante-moore

Black and white

Two different shade of colors One portrays good deeds a kind heart Ready to give anything to meet people needs Sometimes I wish that was me But it's hard to be happy when black Is in my company Happiness isn't a shade I can't see Only the torturous black comforts me Hugs me tight like a lost friend you don't want to see It's uncomfortable like when my dad try's to speak to me White is the light It's shine can't reach me through the night Only in shades of grey Dulles my heart Like a knife that's lost its usefulness It's hard to find white When I'm so use to black

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Been an expat all my adult life, It wouldn't be shocking to say that I never knew where my home is. There is the home of my family, my childhood memories, There is the home I built around a job, In a country far away from where I opened my eyes to this world. Yet something was missing in both, Not knowing what, Till we met for the first time, at Dulles. That was the first time we saw each other in flesh. You hugged me so hard, And held my hand, Never to let go. And I realized you were my home, For the name you have, Ev, meaning "home" where I come from.

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Apr 2, 2020

Apr 2, 2020 at 6:13 AM UTC

eceozkan

Home in a Name

Been an expat all my adult life, It wouldn't be shocking to say that I never knew where my home is. There is the home of my family, my childhood memories, There is the home I built around a job, In a country far away from where I opened my eyes to this world. Yet something was missing in both, Not knowing what, Till we met for the first time, at Dulles. That was the first time we saw each other in flesh. You hugged me so hard, And held my hand, Never to let go. And I realized you were my home, For the name you have, Ev, meaning "home" where I come from.

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----------- SYTF E War stories, secret fifty years, then Trumps team added enough for the names on the payroll to die. Here we go again, let's visit 1892 Nietzsche, let's recollect the opera of it all, We had characters, and complexes, all from these sprachen mit Zararthustra, unglaublichkeit kein weg, wir wissen, es tut mir leid. - we are barred from war study. Dulles Brothers, Wick trimmer John, ***** war to fix the judges. So, intention to twist a human hair. - in my judgement, its allowed Frizzy splitting, dry broken ends, caught there in the web, seen fly's eyes close, that proves you, your code, at attention, present in the scene, we know the drill, or so we have been led to believe. Taught, trained, gently fed a fear, of being selectable by the art intuit init running on sense if ever was a muse used to tell time to seem sequential, after the hallelujah, in the ritual mass, - peace on earth- heard under stars message to the many from the few, though the many be accused of shame from ignorance evinced in use of tools, IT as a calling is new, AI invented it, MyTechPeople used it, the idea that other people sell their know how, using code, to identify the attention deficit disorder undermined by primordial old time rights of record rising on yes, as the one word answer./ Used at instants, invisible at freeway speeds.

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Jun 1, 2024

Jun 1, 2024 at 11:31 PM UTC

kenpepiton

- A continuation of a thought -you may think

----------- SYTF E War stories, secret fifty years, then Trumps team added enough for the names on the payroll to die. Here we go again, let's visit 1892 Nietzsche, let's recollect the opera of it all, We had characters, and complexes, all from these sprachen mit Zararthustra, unglaublichkeit kein weg, wir wissen, es tut mir leid. - we are barred from war study. Dulles Brothers, Wick trimmer John, ***** war to fix the judges. So, intention to twist a human hair. - in my judgement, its allowed Frizzy splitting, dry broken ends, caught there in the web, seen fly's eyes close, that proves you, your code, at attention, present in the scene, we know the drill, or so we have been led to believe. Taught, trained, gently fed a fear, of being selectable by the art intuit init running on sense if ever was a muse used to tell time to seem sequential, after the hallelujah, in the ritual mass, - peace on earth- heard under stars message to the many from the few, though the many be accused of shame from ignorance evinced in use of tools, IT as a calling is new, AI invented it, MyTechPeople used it, the idea that other people sell their know how, using code, to identify the attention deficit disorder undermined by primordial old time rights of record rising on yes, as the one word answer./ Used at instants, invisible at freeway speeds.

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#*Don’t it always seem to go That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot*… Joni Mitchell Fighting their wars in business suits Blowing up peasant villages Lying, While the Pentagon loots Our failing empire pillages. The wonder boys from Ivy Leagues Look good on paper, making war Their covert actions and intrigues Exhibit what they tax us for. Patriot boogey-man ** Chi Minh Was armed by US in forty-five; Then made the foe as we sent in Our troops. And some returned alive. The Dulles brothers, with their spooks Testing strategies, had a ball Dropping ****** on the ***** Earth turned into a shopping mall. And now, some puppet in Ukraine (a Chinese laundry for their cash), Requests more arms. So please explain Before Crimea burns to ash. That’s all. Their only long-term vision: Body-counts— first bomb, then Starbucks. Spectacles on television; Do not question Daddy Warbucks.

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Apr 12, 2023

Apr 12, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC

connecthook

Suits & Diplomatic Ties

#*Don’t it always seem to go That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot*… Joni Mitchell Fighting their wars in business suits Blowing up peasant villages Lying, While the Pentagon loots Our failing empire pillages. The wonder boys from Ivy Leagues Look good on paper, making war Their covert actions and intrigues Exhibit what they tax us for. Patriot boogey-man ** Chi Minh Was armed by US in forty-five; Then made the foe as we sent in Our troops. And some returned alive. The Dulles brothers, with their spooks Testing strategies, had a ball Dropping ****** on the ***** Earth turned into a shopping mall. And now, some puppet in Ukraine (a Chinese laundry for their cash), Requests more arms. So please explain Before Crimea burns to ash. That’s all. Their only long-term vision: Body-counts— first bomb, then Starbucks. Spectacles on television; Do not question Daddy Warbucks.

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who's that on the grassy knoll disappeared down a rabbit hole what's that on the picket fence puff of smoke it all makes sense metal flyin' everywhere we all know but they don't care mauser was the toy they found it don't match the killer's round soldiers soldiers follow me I'll tell you what you need to see there's only one goal only one mission believe the lie the Dulles Commission

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC

RoyDeckard

the lie

who's that on the grassy knoll disappeared down a rabbit hole what's that on the picket fence puff of smoke it all makes sense metal flyin' everywhere we all know but they don't care mauser was the toy they found it don't match the killer's round soldiers soldiers follow me I'll tell you what you need to see there's only one goal only one mission believe the lie the Dulles Commission

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Liberals love them—then they don’t. And live to help them (till they won’t). Neighbors fresh from Guatemala; Salvador or Nicaragua… Fleeing failed drug-plantations U.S-sponsored situations; Where corruption harvests fruits, Doling out the business suits. United Fruit Co. on the skids Allen Dulles’ ******* kids . . . For Arbenz overthrown, and worse Our wicked past has caused this curse: The training/arming of their thugs Snorting about a War on Drugs… Inform yourself on how this started You, so smugly openhearted: Aid diversity’s expansion— House them in your sumptuous mansion. Not to cut your grass, or build but more to get their dream fulfilled Since Allen Dulles owns the guilt Destroying when we should have built And sending troops to bananeros, Lauding them as valiant heroes For repressing Mayan peasants: Help them now unwrap their presents.

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Dec 6, 2023

Dec 6, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC

connecthook

No Sanctuary

Liberals love them—then they don’t. And live to help them (till they won’t). Neighbors fresh from Guatemala; Salvador or Nicaragua… Fleeing failed drug-plantations U.S-sponsored situations; Where corruption harvests fruits, Doling out the business suits. United Fruit Co. on the skids Allen Dulles’ ******* kids . . . For Arbenz overthrown, and worse Our wicked past has caused this curse: The training/arming of their thugs Snorting about a War on Drugs… Inform yourself on how this started You, so smugly openhearted: Aid diversity’s expansion— House them in your sumptuous mansion. Not to cut your grass, or build but more to get their dream fulfilled Since Allen Dulles owns the guilt Destroying when we should have built And sending troops to bananeros, Lauding them as valiant heroes For repressing Mayan peasants: Help them now unwrap their presents.

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Burnt sugar spangles checker a green wall the morning I'm on an emergency call with my former therapist, who calls you my major adult relationship, & she is right. _Of course it hurts, to lose that. There's her, and then there's everyone else, & it doesn't feel close, does it?_ We're in a strange place. I'd give anything I own to board the next flight from Dulles to Dublin & nestle into the crook of your arm over coffee & almonds. _You put everything you had into this one..._ Instead I'm selling this condo so full of you that I can scarcely breathe, moving back downtown where the whitish blots dip back and forth, & waiting, waiting, for something to change, _You just have to be patient until she is ready for one thing or the other._ & then it's noon, & the call is over, & the bobbin of sun riffles back its little coins. One thing, or the other. Or the other.

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Feb 25, 2021

Feb 25, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC

EvanS

Call

Burnt sugar spangles checker a green wall the morning I'm on an emergency call with my former therapist, who calls you my major adult relationship, & she is right. _Of course it hurts, to lose that. There's her, and then there's everyone else, & it doesn't feel close, does it?_ We're in a strange place. I'd give anything I own to board the next flight from Dulles to Dublin & nestle into the crook of your arm over coffee & almonds. _You put everything you had into this one..._ Instead I'm selling this condo so full of you that I can scarcely breathe, moving back downtown where the whitish blots dip back and forth, & waiting, waiting, for something to change, _You just have to be patient until she is ready for one thing or the other._ & then it's noon, & the call is over, & the bobbin of sun riffles back its little coins. One thing, or the other. Or the other.

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