Flight, don't the senses awaken
Flight, is the foe coming near
Flight, for the pleasure of soaring
Flight, in a panic of fear
Fight or flight is a basic reaction
Kill or run, the adrenalin high
Take a run at the throat of the feared one
Take a run and beat into the sky
Flight, from the Red Baron biplane
Flight, to the F-18 roar
Flight, into space with Han Solo
Flight, into never no more
Take the sky, take the ground down below it
Air attack, nothing stands in the way
Win a war with a beat up observer
We can't forget Enola Gay
Flight, on a mission of mercy
Flight, like the momma birds fly
Flight, does the dove fly at all now
Flight, bring us love from the sky
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Mixed Flight
Sitting
in recliner-chair,
Feet up off the floor,
I ask myself, "For comfort,
Could I really ask for more?"
How would you like to be me,
With a laptop on my knee,
Typing out a verse,
For better or for worse,
Like a busy little bee?
I feel my eyelids drooping,
See blurring of desktop,
And hastily take measures,
In case laptop should drop!
I'd love to stay awake
Throughout both day and night
Roving 'round the internet
For a whole fortnight.
But other things will intervene,
LD will come today,
Since I'm so nice, a four-hour drive
Is a small price to pay!
Now, speaking of the present theme,
I quote from Omar's Persian dream:
"Morning, in the bowl of night,
Has cast the stone that put the stars to flight
And, lo, the Hunter of the east has caught
The Sultan's turret in a noose of light."
Now, if you have a turret
Hanging 'round all loose
You, too, should go to Persia
For a luminary noose.
Strap it 'round your turret
For all the world to see
And no-one else will understand,
Excepting you and me.
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Wings of Flight
When all was quiet
And we were sad
Thinking of the
Times we'd had
A butterfly
Then came to us
Flew around
Without a rush
Showed us how
He'd been set free
Drifting off
Where we can't see
Helped us know
He's on his way
We'll treasure this
Each passing day.
Written 1996
Sharon K (slug)
Fly me to where?
Fly me to the street..
..and let me play among the cars..
Let me dance among the ruins..
..of buildings and cheap bars..
In other words...I'm a somnambulist
ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
der blumers
No escape
Once I flew
Above a city
Looking down
It looked so pretty
Didn't want to go
Back there
Getting smog
Into my hair
Didn't want
To join the race
Of rats, that run
At a fast pace
Wanted to
Stay in the air
The plane then landed
Wasn't fair
slugwined
Flo
A flying hippopotamus named Flo,
Just could not see which way to go.
The clouds got in her eyes, and so...
She went to ground; Flo flew no mo'. :(
joyful
Flo's Flea
Flo had a flea that 'round her flew,
Around fat Flo that flea did fly.
Then the flea flew into Flo's baby-blue,
And was gone in the blink of an eye!
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Floe
Floe was a great big lump of ice,
Floa-ting in the sea,
A polar bear jumped up on it,
Looking for a pea.
I chopped a small hole in the ice
And so as to cajole
The polar bear I cast some peas
To give the bear a goal.
In order to acquire a pea,
The bear did quietly stroll
Towards the peas but then
I kicked him right in the ice-hole.
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The Return
The kick that got the polar bear
Right in the ol' ice palace,
Was done to just remove him,
It was not done in malice.
But woe is me, alas, alack,
The consequence is grim.
It didn't just upset the bear...
It infuriated him!
He fell dodwn flat in anger,
The rage made his temperature grow,
And when that bear got really HOT?
Why, floe began to flow!
It started metamorphosing,
Till ice was gone, and then...
The bear was gone, the flow was gone,
And floe was Flo again!
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Flo Flies
Flo was so elated
to be free from that ice floe,
That she stretched her wings,
And flew away, to Boise, Idaho.
She lives there to this very day,
Whick only goes to show,
That never could you drown or ground,
The flying hippo, Flo!
Joe (Flo's husband, who's in the know!)
No, but now she has
Flo needed a job, so went to Peter Pan,
Whose fairy star-dust sprinkler was on strike.
He said to Wendy, "How can she help us,
She's just a flying hippopotamus."
Wendy said "Now, come on, Pete, be kind -
She's only an axe-handle and a half across the behind."
So Peter said to Flo "Ah! What the hell,
You may take the place of Tinkerbell."
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Tinkerbell's Revenge
Now, Tinkerbell is dainty, as you know,
With skimpy clothes, unsuited to the snow,
She has to keep her star-dust all aglow
Avoiding dumps like Boise in Idaho.
Spreading out her gauzy wings in flight,
Let her travel south with all her might,
Until she reaches lands truly benign,
Next to the International Date Line.
Thus Tinkerbell can cast away her sorrow,
Living here in Idaho's tomorrow.
Casper
STARRING FLO HIPPO!
Flo steps again into a starring role,
A happenstance that thrills her to the soul,
For she has missed her life in Hollywood,
Since retiring from the actress sisterhood.
Her favorite role, renowned from here to Asia,
Was starring in the Disney film, Fantasia.
As Hermione the Hippo she was cast,
Now fame's again within her reach... at last!
But wait! She loves her life in Idaho,
A lovely spot she shares with hubby Joe.
And never would she want to oust The Tink...
Why, what would all her fan club members think?!
So with gratitude to Pete she must decline;
This is the role where Tinkerbell should shine!
And while Idaho may not be Paris, France,
That's Where Joe & Flo live out their life's romance!
Flo's Biographer
That's What YOU Think
Flo, the Hippo, once swallowed a clock
And Boise, Idaho, then went tick-tock.
The boise (and goils), pro bono publico,
Prayed to see the end of flying Flo.
Haply for them, Pete Pan went out to sea
Taking Flo, who dared not disagree.
Soon they met the pirate, Captain Hook,
Pete said "Here comes a fair old donnybrook!"
"Look, Flo," he said, "when our ship's close to his,
You fly there and around and 'round you whizz.
Captain Hook will panic in a while,
When your clock makes him think of Crocodile."
Casper
All cast assemble for ship scene:
Returning
from a trip away
I see someone called 'Flo'
She's big and flighty, what is more
She's always on the go
She's been afloat upon the ice
She's been to Idaho
And now she's off to NeverLand
Where next? I want to know!
Will she fly into nextweek?
Will she crash into the mast?
I hope her wings can hold her weight
Or she'll be in THE cast
Lady D
Yeah, Well, All Right, Then
Scene: The Idaho Coast
Narrator: The friendly ghost
The Cast: A crocodile, then
About a dozen one-armed men.
I saw a dozen one-armed men,
Each with his stump in a sock,
I asked them how this came about,
They said "We wound the clock."
A crocodile then appeared,
Ticking like a bomb,
"They wound my clock for Captain Hook"
He said with great aplomb.
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Further flowing
Flo flew around the foremast
And, when she had been whizzin'
For a while, she shifted to
The mainmast, then the mizzen.
She's not the fleetest flyer, Flo,
In fact I could be franker,
She's less use as a flying jib
Than as a bower anchor.
(If she comes to New Zealand
And largely lightens up,
Our yacht could use some ballast,
As it retains the Americas' cup.)
Meanwhile, back on the pirate ship,
Flo did what seagulls do
And let one slip on Captain Hook,
You might say a breakthrough.
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Who's an Old Crock?
When the crocodile came for Captain Hook,
Because for old Hook's flesh it had a craving,
It obviously needed human help
So that it could observe the daylight-saving.
It went to Peter Pan and said "Hey! Pete,
Fix my clock and I'll pretend your arm's not made of meat."
But Peter was a cunning sort who knew
A thing or two.
He reached in to the clock and changed its hands,
The crocodile flexed its salivary glands,
Peter said "Don't think you've got it made,
That hand of mine has got a hand-grenade
And, if you're wondering about the pin,
You'd best believe it hasn't got it in!"
Casper
One fell out of the thrush's nest
We found a little bird
A baby with no tail
In our yard, without a hope
Of back to nest to sail
It's mother chirping in the tree
The little bird replied
My daughter put it in a box
And all the time she cried
Her father searched the trees for nests
He climbed up on the roof
The nest too high to put it back
This bird not weatherproof
Then I phoned up bird rescue
I feared for birdie's life
I drove for 12 km or more
To save that bird from strife
And save my daughter's strife as well
I know that nature's cruel
But when there's something I can do
I race head on with fuel
And still my daughter's hurting
For that bird that lost it's Mum
And the Mum that lost its chick...
I think her heart is numb
I tell her now it has a chance
And it will learn to fly
Because of her and me and Pam
That little bird won't die
Sidetracking now, Pam's place was great
'twas right beside the sea
A yard of many types of birds
All staying there for free!
slug
Not this One
I'm a dinky little bird,
Sittin' in the grass.
I'll fly up to the highest trees
And slide down on my hands and knees.
And, so, it came to pass.
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