flight
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I see the galaxy painted around me, heavenly artwork, colorful, gleaming brightly.
Pound.
My attack team enters their formation, as our forces collide with theirs.
Pound.
When she flies.
When she lights up.
Heart soaring,
people bright,
this is the feeling of flight.
I cannot explain much,
there is no explanation,
wild thrill of the chasehummingbird and bumblebee~getting a buzz on....Mark Toney © 2020.11/16/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku,
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Feet high
Alone I soared,
Alone in the sky,
Alone I sailed,
When reaching new heights,
New forces unveiled,
The icy wind's bite.
On the radio I hailed,
from the time i opened my eyes
the fear crocheted my stomach
blinding as fireflies
deep as the Potomac
the what-ifs ate me alive
Fear.
The fastest emotion to reach the brain
to create a fight or flight reaction
Fight.
Fear causes a person to attack
to rid of whatever caused the fear.
Flight.
Oh!
How I long to soar
On gilded wings forevermore
But stuck I am upon this ground
My feet crunching, making sound
One dayA girl was flying, with wings made of dreams. She crafted these wings one day.
Up, up, up and down
the softest petals
and hardest crown
the earth has fallen clear and clear
with birds that all the world can hear
The mood was right;
headache,
loud noises,
babies crying,
tight spaces.
You notice all the curves and lines you would have never saw.
In life when situations are thrown at you there are two options
To fight or flight
To stand and fight for things in your life
To take away,
with the accordance of a fowl,
the flight of a child
is not the loss of air.
The wings that protrude
from the back of your aims
are the soul that keeps one on fire;
Swimming through air
Floating then plunging
Through depths
Gliding over
Whispy vessels afloat
On nothingness
Effortless
Notice all the Space up there
Swirling galaxies, shooting stars
Black holes bending light
Gravity holding us all down
As humans fight each other
Over the electron of an atom
Which is our Earth
Spread my wings and
Fly above it all
To be able to
Stand on my own
And pray to
Rejoice that I am
Me
The best me I could ever be, the
Best timing where
I am the Magpie.
When Winter came, I flew South;
“It’s warmer there,” they said.
Will I ever see my home again?
When Winter came, I flew South,
But I will return home in the Spring.
I am the cup of ramen noodles I keepforgetting to take out of themicrowave. I am the orange juice that spills on a fourteen hourinternational flight. I am the mint plant on the windowsill that only thrives
What am I?
A person?
Or something more?
In the darkness,
I see the light arise.
The battle is won,
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
Heed younge starling eager for flight, tender eyes no sight.
Your limbs so slight and feathers so few what can become of you?
Harshness awaits with hallowing winds chaffing against the night.
Far beyond the evergreen treeDoes the raven fly.High above the mountains tallWhere his harbors lie.
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
Across from the ocean,
I sit on the beach,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze calm and still,
I'm caught in the moment,
Nowhere to go, no-one to see
without eyes, he walks, never waking
He speaks to the clouds, they fly too fast, he follows
Riding his winged beast, flying, never falling
My breath escapes my chest as that engine roars
The world I leave behind and its problems ignored
The living air pulls me into its embrace
My heart leaves this world as if in a chase
Sat down and stared at the mesmerizing sky,Didn't expect to find a friendI can't even liePeace was all we yearned.
Listening to the music,
While tears stream down my face;
Is just another day.
I tell myself that tomorrow will be better?
But I know the truth.
Nothing will change.
Who was I kidding?
Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?
It’s the sound you hear in between
The space that fills nothing
Or the nothing that fills the space.
Constant trace of thought
Emotions stay unveiled.
Catapulted thoughts
drifting abound.
The way you smile at me is intoxicating.
So much so, that every moment I look at you is degrading.
Your spirit is like a two-edged sword.
It can cut through my mind when I'm bored.
I have so many desires
You are a caged bird. A redbird or a jay. A key dangles from your owner's neck, as he brings you seed each day. You belong in the sky, where you can soar without a care, instead you ponder behind iron bars. No one said the world was fair.
Perfect white - clouds rolling like hills under
A sky pale blue like his eyes: sightless, remembering.
Staring through a glass oval, indented deep
It all starts with the spotlight on me
My heart as if to burst
Hand clinched to tight my forearms fatigue
Inhaling deep for a second of relief
