Violent End

Crush of holy hands
on blue skin of a flame
was the wet revenge
of a withering rose.

That defiant streak bursts
with knowledge of a sin.
White and black,
this was me and my unwrapped flesh.

Dirty glory of a monologue
downs the shutters and takes a plunge
with a chute into the smoking
cauldron of a cult.

In the bed a grave was dug
deep to bury the ashen virtue
of a chopped-up moon,
who had a dream of nonviolence.

poem by Satish Verma
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Coming down under a parachute is quite different as well. You hit the ground pretty hard, but all the systems work very well to keep it from hurting, so it doesn't even hurt when you hit. It was a great experience to be able to do both.

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Angry Shitheal By The Rusty Train Car

that dudes so mean
I could tell by the way his guts rolled over his belt
we were dealing with an authority
I'm mean
what a fiend
far from lean
feeling supreme
saw him acoss the tracks oh boy now I got to talk to him
he seeing me and saying oh I hope he don't talk to me
We english cant even speak it proper
he looks at me like Im the pauper

with his
I
play
golf
this is this
first things first when years ago
I was just as wide eyed as you boy
singing 'rolling on a river' with no care for my job.

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poem by Dizzy Darling
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Veruca Salt, the little brute

'Veruca Salt, the little brute,
Has just gone down the garbage chute,
(And as we very rightly thought
That in a case like this we ought
To see the thing completely through,
We've polished off her parents, too.)
Down goes Veruca! Down the drain!
And here, perhaps, we should explain
That she will meet, as she descends,
A rather different set of friends
To those that she has left behind–
These won't be nearly so refined.
A fish head, for example, cut
This morning from a halibut.
'Hello! Good morning! How d'you do?
How nice to meet you! How are you?'
And then a little further down
A mass of others gather round:
A bacon rind, some rancid lard,
A loaf of bread gone stale and hard,

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poem by Roald Dahl
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Wound in Cellophane

The older women come to coffee
with cookies wound in cellophane.
They talk of children

or their children's children
or their garden.
Or they simply sew

and watch the young girls trickle in,
buy berry rolls and coffee,
nibble, sip, lick fingers, blow

small parachutes of smoke,
and laugh a young girl's
world of willy-nilly.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Fear Of Flying

by erica jong

the most uninhibited
delicious
erotic novel of a woman
ever written

and then
continue with
parachutes and kisses

the woman
exposing her most
intimate sexual feelings

it is all about women
in a completely
new way

why not?

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nevada

Nevada, nevada
The dream of every girl
Nevada, nevada
The acorn of the squirrel
Ladies falling from the treetops
Calling out in heavens name
Parachutes of dresses
Saving every dame
Nevada, nevada
The dream of every gal
Nevada, nevada
The helper and the pal

song performed by They Might Be Giants
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There's a pretty good chance that you're going to go down when you're on a motorcycle or if you're sky diving or whatever, but that happened before I even got this job, and I haven't sky dived since.

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Free falling Astronaut

Man
you flew me.

Into some
outer
space.

Passed the galaxies.

Edge
of
infinity.

Floating
weightless.

Movement
effortless.

Suspended,

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poem by Gary Kedron
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In the Company of Heroes

In the Company of Heroes

The 506th is aging
Passing into history
Dick Winters now has fallen in
with Easy Company.

He did not like to speak of war,
once He was safely home.
-Excepting at reunions
Or, infrequently, by phone.

Still the story needs be told
to the generations next:
How they parachuted into France,
How they fought Hitler’s best.

How many left their youth behind
In hedgerows or in fields,
Or in the snow around Bastogne

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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Remember When He Juiced Us Up...

The journey would never have been this treacherous,
If we had taken the direct route...
And quickly landed on Reality!
At least we had the light of the Sun with us.
Now we are in complete darkness!
And the commander is still convinced,
We are headed in the right direction!
Have you noticed...
He has not been in the cockpit one time?

Remember when he 'juiced' us up in the beginning?
By tossing to us cash and a drugged vision?
And he is doing the same thing now!
Can you sense disaster?
And his incompetence exposing faster?

'I'm wondering who and what IS in that cockpit!
And why this trip had to go through turbulence,
In the first place?
It just seems to be a wasted adventure,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ashes

Ashes
A timeless symbol
For the treaty of life
Signed by celestial nibs
The fabric of cosmos, seed of the earth
Bridged together by the conduit of existence
As vieillesse mutes the bonfires of the hearth
To expire to an exodus of the caged wind gods
Confinement of being within the walls of time
Yet man, a nomad of time, a pilgrim of fate
In the vastness of an earthly opulence, conquistadors of the heart
Gravitating to earthly chutes
As the impermanence of man is carried forth by the flux of fatum
Yet, caged by the trappings of mortality
As ashes befall to the realm of man
A requiem for the transience of humanity

poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Steam-train to the stars

there would be no count-down
or blast-off
no excessive speed
just a gradual accelaration

no need for cumbersome attire
a blazer or a sweater would suffice

they're off
roof-top height
then the clouds

or is it steam
or smoke
or fire

no it's the setting sun

and then the parachutes
we counted three

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poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Who Told Them They Could Fly Their Own Kites?

Why on Earth are all those people standing in line.
So patient they seem.
And not one hint of any conflict between them.
All representing different ethnic 'persuasions' too.

What's going on?
All adorning those parachutes.
And...
If my own eyes did not betray me.
I would think they roll their own at 'Me'.
For Heaven's sake...
Who told them they could fly their own kites?
And wear their own parachutes?
Have I become too delusional?

'Well,
Your Highness...
Out of deep respect,
I will say 'yes' and 'no'.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duplicated Dandelion Diversity

what is a dandelion?
upon examination
a mini map mystery
wind reproductive diversity

multiple magnificent
miniaturized flowers
many tiny flight flower arrows
arranged symmetry reality

each tiny flower perceives
forms composite flower head
hundreds of yellow florets
upper layers raised to sky

butter cup yellow bright light
flower heart warms inflorescence
lower layers enlarge spread
curve down bow in symmetry

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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If I Ever Thought Youd Be Lonely

Hold a candle to a naked flame
Ask the atheist his christian name
Try parachuting from a burning plane
Finding someone else you could blame
If I ever thought youd be lonely
If I ever thought youd be there
If I ever fought the alimony
Painted pony
Youd be there
Eskimo heart
Bedouin throat
A butcher trussed up in a camel hair coat
A crowning in the castle
A drowning in the moat
Ocean dried,
Desert afloat
If I ever thought youd be lonely
If I ever thought youd be there
If I ever fought the alimony
My one and only

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song performed by Abc
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Gravity

We walk secure, grounded, heavy, oblivious,
safe from perplexing weightlessness,
unlike Life Savers candies on Atlantis spinning theatrically
as glittering Las Vegas floats beneath,
or those rusty spherical droplets
of Tang, humorlessly drifting over the Indian Ocean;
we are safe even as Kubrick's treacherous computer,
tenderly releases the cradled voyager to drift reeling away,
receding, smaller and smaller, no longer a man,
a fading star, and then just gone,
unclaimed even by the false gravity
of his mother-ship.

Yes, we are safe because she holds us tightly, binds
us with unseen, loving coils, lest we range to adventures
too high, too dangerous,
too unnatural;
the bungee jumper, skydiver, snowboarder, eventually all learn
her love is costly,
and even tired, timid professors shudder

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poem by Steven Federle
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If Ever I Thought You'd Be Lonely

Hold a candle to a naked flame
Ask the atheist his christian name
Try parachuting from a burning plane
Finding someone else you could blame
If i ever thought you'd be lonely
If i ever thought you'd be there
If i ever fought the alimony
Painted pony
You'd be there
Eskimo heart
Bedouin throat
A butcher trussed up in a camel hair coat
A crowning in the castle
A drowning in the moat
Ocean dried,
Desert afloat
If i ever thought you'd be lonely
If i ever thought you'd be there
If i ever fought the alimony
My one and only

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song performed by Abc
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Fountain of Identity

Befalling chutes of destiny
As the blind loosen their shackles
Opaque folds forced open
By the thrush of light
A blindness inborn, fabric of our heirloom
A mausoleum of our third eye
Perception a myopic predicament
As jagged palisades are rooted in revelation's path of sight
Mind a sentinel yet the heart a drifter
As a simple tug by fate's transcendence
Metamorphoses man to a pilgrim
The ascent of man to the flux of impermanence
The heart's transmutation to a supreme fluidity
As the heart valiantly explores for a pristine candor
A sunken treasure, an arcane truth
Ingrained in the fiber of one's individuality
The coir of the heart, the compass of fatum
The evasive fountain of identity

poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Mama Would You

For Mother's Day

Mama would you
Hold your baby tight
Tell me a bedtime story
To make the bad dreams go away
Mama would you
Always and forever
Be mine
On mother's day

Mama would you
Play a game with me
Chutes and ladders or candyland
Don't matter to me
As long as we're together
Mama would you
Grant me this wish
Be all mine on mother's day

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poem by Ramona Thompson
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