"paragliding" poems
Paragliding is a matter of maths.
You launch, fly, land, bash or crash.
How you meet the ground depends on maths.
Maths is key to survival.
Allowances for maths out of your control, will drive your fun.
Wind, heat, thermals and other pilots in the sky.
Unforgiving ground is gravity's final aim.
The wind will blow, thermals will lift, but gravity's maths will always win.
Your time in the air, and possibly life's end, will depend pilot error.
But gravity's maths doesn't care, he is all.
Gravity is annoyed with paragliders aiming at the ground with miss.
Gravity has calculated it's maths.
He spies those who fly forever, and wishes them on the ground.
With silence and invisibility, he draws those pilots in.
Some follow the maths and land with ease.
Some ignore the maths with peril.
Gravity's maths will always win.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
Carried by the wind
A hundred floating wishes
-Paragliding
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
1. Go a whole day talking in a western accent
2. write a 5 hour song
3. learn the rapping in "Empire State of Mind" and "Run this Town"
4. Go on a 3 month road trip on a Harley Davidson with only me, my guitar, what I'm wearing, the Harley, and the road
5. learn how to speak Hungarian, Greek, Latin, Hawaiian, Italian, Finnish, and Spanish, maybe some others
6. write a book
7. learn about Native American mythology and rituals
8. Learn how to survive on my own by making my clothing, food, supplies, tools, fire, and shelter
9. Build a yurt up in the mountains to live with wolves
10. Do a hang 10 on a surf board
11. ride a horse with wild horses
12. Paint a scenic picture
13. Protest for anything the government is against
14. Go to Europe and study art
15. Go on a train trip in Europe
16. Go to the Middle East and talk to woman about their rights
17. Go to Israel and West Bank and spray paint on both sides of the wall
18. go paragliding
19. Get or get close to winning a Nobel Peace prize
20. Help out at an orphanage
21. Learn sign language
22. go to help kids with cancer
23. Learn to play roque
24. live one year outside without spending 1 night inside
25. make a cook book
26. teach a African kid to read in English
27. Become a better poet
28. grant 28 people's biggest dreams
(This will be ongoing)
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 3:37 PM UTC
When the light from the darkness shine's in bright like a diamond, paralleling your face is the
reflecting the moon light off your, sparkling eye's, My heart starts to beat. Our eye's
locked in love, embracing holding each other, separating only with a tug, only his arm's do you ever feel,so much love affection dreams paragliding,in forever changing winds inside my mind, Blank pictures began to feel, with seductive images that cloud the mind like a stormy day.
pillow's began to pop! as the goose feathers fall down like snow flakes on a
white Xmas,our body's began trusting sweat start to poor,we breath simultaneously as one hot oiled up hands wont stop moving across your tight but fluffy frame that keeps calling my name echoing between the sheets/ free at last/ free at last/ thank God almighty we are free at last .
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
More than half of the time you don't know what you're doing.
But you do it anyway.
Its as if an invisible rope is pulling you
towards something infinite
and you love the marks
that rope leaves on your body.
You like that sweet pain.
You are hesitant and
a lil resistant at first
and then, you let go.
It's like paragliding,
the adrenaline rush every look and every touch gives you.
Its as unbelievable as God,
as unbelievable as Satan.
It's an endless sea of emotions,
You can swim, or you can drown.
Its a rough, craggy, bumpy road
which bifurcates,
and you are blindfolded.
So choosing your path is not an option.
You go where your destiny takes you.
That becomes your destination.
But the best thing is,
it makes you happy,
everything about it.
It makes you realize
what you're capable of,
how much you can make someone feel special.
You know yourself better with each passing moment.
One can't ask for more, right?
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Molten phoenix,
Paragliding paralysis,
Ruminating catchphrases.
Anvil ********
Discordant dream concert
Spacebound ocean blue.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
We live within the confinements of the five primitive senses,
sitting on those fences of consciousness;
hiding the forbidden senses dancing among us.
Time eternal, infinite space in the mundane days of a cosmic taint.
Religion ridden, catastrophic collision,
there's an access to unseen realms that evade us on a daily basis.
Stand up and take it, third eye peripheral.
We’re all ok, we’ll alright, those that galvanise together, eliminate fear and encapsulate desire.
You don’t want to hear me talk about my conscious state.
I’ve been awake for days,
Months upon end.
You describe me insane, fearful paradigms - you’re lack of toleration in abomination to the spiritual kind.
I can’t find you in those usual hiding places.
Paragliding through those paranoid thoughts.
You cannot define me without the provisions of a higher entity.
Like this,
it doesn’t make sense. You can’t find me without a logical rational mind.
You can’t find me and I can’t even look for you.
You elect to ignore the spiritual,
mankind and human beings being human true.
We humour you.
You think you’re better and thats the start.
Material self divides the divine and leaves it behind, you spineless cowards.
In harmony in the planet as I watch it self destructive.
Those beautiful principles,
I’m disillusioned and lost in the youth of my forbidden adolescence.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
Ian rules the skies, or so he thinks.
He sweeps, swoops and flies.
Ian flies high, but often sinks.
This chimp thinks he is a master of the skies.
Wind strong, gusty and more east.
#Ianthechimp eyes up his strong launch stance.
Paragliding wing is placed in full view of the beast.
The beast, the east, sees his chance.
With gusto, malice and a cheeky blast.
The east wind has no regret.
Ian, launch, lifted as he is turned fast.
Words wafted up high ... OH ****
A wild swing as the chimp holds rake.
The beastly east tries some more.
One eye closed, Ian applies brake.
East is beaten, Ian is secure.
Yet the east, the beast, lies at height wait.
Ian climbs out of Cayton Bay.
The wind is hiding high with lifty bait.
Ian takes the leaving line, refusing to stay.
The beast announces himself with malice.
Ian regrets his cross country aim.
Losing speed and height palace.
Reach for Filey Brigg, or run without shame.
Turn, aim home and fly fast.
The beast has one more trick.
Return to the bay with turn last.
He hits the paraglider like a brick.
Wobble, rotor, accelerated flight.
A return to the safety of the bay.
To land on top would cause fright.
****** that Ian, beach landing with obey.
What have we learnt about the beastly east.
With its mean, malice and playful unfun.
Don't challenge, else decease.
Play in the air, climb and top land shun.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
You strengthen my livelihood, make me shine
It's your smile, all I see in time
I'm paragliding into your heart
From your soul, every hug, every caress
My body burns with love and passion
The feeling lasts all through the day
I used to love only for my benefit
Now I love for two, crave for one
Baby, you've been the love of my life
Never really stopped
From the curl of every strand
To the peculiarity of your lovely body
I love it all, unconditionally
Everything grows in this vessel
I'd let you open every part
Vibrate every string, strike every chord
If you ever so wished to
Drive me happy, drive me mad
As long as you're on the road of love
You are what you are, what I know
And I love no other man
For my beautiful darling is waiting for me
To open up every part of him
Never really stopped
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
We could have jumped
directly off the cliff
but instead,
we're paragliding.
These winds of change
are terrifying, tough, and turbulent.
Still, our stomachs are in knots.
Still, we wonder where we'll land.
Still, we will coast,
eventually
to the bottom.
And maybe I won't be scared
of heights,
falling,
or the ground
by the time it's over.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
Tall tower
A look at height
Full and final...
A Deals at birds wish...
Flying at speed of light
In the dreamy paragliding waves..
Chilling heart...
Lub dub
Lub dub...
Dove in the blue...
Oceans so vast.. without clue...
Sunflower and sun rays..mesmerising beau...
...
..
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
Probably in two mind
Hang on
Like a little wave of flowers
Flying daffodils paradise
Paragliding
Dancing
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC