"orville" poems
I've been focused on the end
For a while
My child, we'll just separate the energies
Inside, disperse them to the corners of all time
Our crimes are taking place in the vicinity
My sins, equal to the evil
I let in
You sir, have resigned yourself to apathy
Beware, the symbols on the idol in the chair
Suggest that we are sleeping with the enemy
We've been focused on the end
For a while
It's time to celebrate the miracles
We survived, a wonderful experiment of the mind
Enjoying the infinite theater of the Omniverse
Tune in
Realize the shape that we're all in
Mutate to neutralize the symphony
Our waves, those of the true and the brave
Modulate themselves into reality
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
there was a girl who dreamed of flying; over mountains and oceans and forests and beaches. She searched and sought ways to soar into the horizon. She tried to construct wings of wax and feathers, like Icarus. She tried to fashion contraptions similar to Orville and Wilbur’s. She tried to mix potions and find fairy dust and jump off high buildings with large sheets tied to her wrists.
She had almost given up hope,
until one day she met a boy. With startling brown eyes that shocked her into living. With rough, but soft, hands that cradled her porcelain fingers. With careful lips that whispered what she didn’t know needed to hear.
And after waiting so long,
the boy had finally filled her with such sunlight, and warm oxygen, and such life that her feet lifted off of the ground. Her toes curled and her fingers splayed in the wind, and she grabbed his hand to show him the insides of clouds.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
A man and his brother set on a task
An undertaking attempted many times by others
To no avail nothing and no one could succeed
But their vision was to them possible
It seemed that this feat was not meant to be
The world told them to quit
If God wanted it to be he would have giving you the tools
Yet they were undeterred in this goal
They toiled and worked
They slaved and sweated
Failed many times in their task
But together they crawled toward their aim
One day they finally did it
They climbed aboard their creation
And started a new era in the modern world
Finally these brothers did the impossible
Their names were Wilbur and orville wright
Stubbornness is perhaps the greatest gift God has given man
Those who have it are mocked and berated by their clan
Undeterred they continue toward their mission
Never swayed by words blinded by their ambition
When the dust settles everyone sees
The answer to success is this disease
More things have been done
By unrelenting men seeking the long run
Stubbornness may in fact be wrong
Alas anyone can see this burden is carried only by the strong
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
I get told
I've been told
it's time to stop living a fantasy
it's time to grow up
it's time to give up on my hopes and dreams.
As a child I was told it was cute
as teenager I was told to go for it
but as an adult I was told to give up.
Hopes and dreams make us who we are
they create change
Martin Luther King
Orville and Wilbur Wright
Christopher Columbus
Neil Armstrong
these people, people like these
never gave up
they kept their hopes and dreams
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
I had a dream last night
You were a bird
and I was flight
You were a plane
and I was Orville and Wilbur Wright
I had a dream last night
I was a helicopter
and you were the hot soft sand
I was taking heavy enemy fire
And I came crashing down to hold your hand.
I had a dream last night
You were a grenade
and I was my legs
Now I am a torso
confined to a wheelchair
You blew me to pieces and didn't seem to care.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 3:51 PM UTC
People be craving
Organic
Perfect for movie night
Could I have so more please
Orville
Ripe for the picking
Not enough need more
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
The
trailblazers
hellraisers want to learn to fly, but first must learn to try and not begrudge the birds their wings or beaks or things.
It's each to his own and birds have flown for centuries
while man looked on quite jealously,
until
Wilbur and Orville an unlikely looking pair, built a weird looking craft that flew into the air
and there the story lies.
Man
no longer separated from the skies but flying catatonic,supersonic,chronically intoxicated by machines that he's created.
It will all come to pass that when we run out of kerosene and natural gas,
we'll recognise that flying free is but a dream and then we'll see that wings are meant for birds
and no amount of whirlygigs,tornadoes,migs can change the fact
that we were made to walk.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Butter me up
Roll me over
Red rover red rover
let Orville come over.
Pop it up
Fill the cup
Handfuls down
Popcorn crown.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
peep this...you can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio
up up in ohio
two brothers got together
to talk about some wings
to talk about the weather
thanks for the wind lord
we have to spread the word
eagles can't even speak
we need wings like a bird
on orville's death bed
his wishes were his plan
please use this bird for good
and let the pilot only be a man
moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving
the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their role...to be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.
look at their names
the wRIGHT brothers
amelia AIRheart
drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"
sinister
maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:54 PM UTC
People use your popcorn in popcorn poppers.
You were the one and only Orville Redenbacher.
Sadly, you died twenty-two years ago today.
Your popcorn is still being eaten and it's here to stay.
People were sad when you died in 1995.
You're deceased but your legacy survives.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
I could have learnt how to fly,
should have, but
ti was hard enough to live and
watching time go by
took
all my time.
I should have done it
look at me now shuffling my feet.
And I never got to meet Wilbur
or Orville,
they flew and they flew because
they knew that time
was the enemy and time stuck
it to me.
If I'd known what it was
to have flown, to be
wind brushed like a kite,
I might
be happier.
At sea pressure, the pressure
gets to me,
up there
I'd be free.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
a massive entertainer with a bird that couldnt fly.
now he has his wings high up in the sky
everybody loved him with his puppet show
and his friend called orville that gave us all a glow.
all the children loved him he always made them smile
with his little duck with his special style
we will not forget him and we never will
the perfect entertainer that gave us such a thrill
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Wilbur and Orville Wright,
Two men for a one man flight.
This fact should not be overlooked
Man's first flight was overbooked .
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Eyes on the landing
eyes on the hall
eyes from the dark side
my eye's on the ball.
Rats on the sinker
the ship's clinker built
deep in the mire
downed in the silt.
I flew with Wilbur
Orville stayed behind
Kitty Hawk didn't talk, she sang,
and someone rang the president.
We built the future on wooden spars
aeroplanes and racing cars
no one said it was wrong.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Yup, you red correctly,
this noggin must go
perhaps donated
to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
horridly styled comfortably numb skull,
the source of immeasurable
beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk
nothing boot eve ville
hollow cavity mainly comprised
of wooly webbed weaving waste,
uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill
River effluvium and runoff rotten rill
hence, e'en a think tank
designated as Abby Normal
formerly atop a body named Phil
lip, or Wright winged Orville
one half brotherly duo,
the other sibling Wilbur,
whom both made a mill
yen legends getting airborne their lil
mechanical contraption
atop Kitty Hawk,
North Carolina with bi sic ****
mechanical aptitude,
when born aloft **** Devil Hill
synonymous making fin hushed
blue prints emulating
flying fish, whose grill
like cartilage backbone
precursor to Evil
Knievel, who soared
on his motorcycle a devil
lush daring stuntman,
whose helmeted crown
full pursestrings muted cavil
ling critics with legitimate enterprise
earning gobs of legal tender,
whence aye aver
his mugshot ought to appear
on common denomination bill
and/or honoring throughout
the entire month of April.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC