Once I Flew
Once I flew
And it made my fingertips sing
I was more like a God than a king
Now I cant believe that was true
Once I flew
Though you dont believe me I know
You look where Im standing now
You cant believe I left the ground.
Look up to the bright blue sky
Cant you feel life passing by
If you could wouldnt you
Try to soar over everything?
All the pain this world can bring
Once I flew now Ive lost my wings
Now Im down here with you
Now Im down here with you
Once I flew
And the angels were my friends
They would grant me every whim
Now I cant believe that was true
Once I flew
Though its easy to forget
I dont seem to have managed yet.
And I dont think I ever will
Look up to the bright blue sky
Cant you feel the life passing by?
If you could wouldnt you
Try to soar over everything?
All the pain this world can bring
Once I flew now Ive lost my wings
Now Im down here with you
Now Im down here with you.
And in my dreams I am happy again
Youre in my arms and were flying
Again, flying away.
song performed by by White Town
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I flew through the sky
I flew through the sky I knew I could fly people asked me why they all got the same answer as I flew through the night I felt like a kite with a personality of my own I flew through the sky I hear someone yell like a cry I flew through the sky it was my mom she missed me much I flew through the sky as I heard crys I lowered down and held her hand we flew through the sky.
poem by Zaraya Berry
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The Sun Bird
The sun bird flew high and high
for its destination was sun
but as it drew near its wings did burn
from the heat of the sun but it did not die
it fell down on the earth
and waited till its wings took rebirth
it again flew only to burn its wings and fall
towards the earth but its hope stood atall
for mythology says its divine love for sun
has given it power not to die from burn
so with patience infinite again it flew
with hopes full and wings anew
towards the sun only to burn
but it got up again and flew
towards the sun
towards its destination
poem by Anjesh shekhar
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The Perfect Portrait Of Love
I missed you,
That's why in my dreams,
I kissed you.
How I wished if
We were lovers,
Me and you.
But the God knows that was not true.
To escape your love,
I confessed you.
With the day dream, my love became true.
We were lovers
Me and you.
I swear of God, i've thought that,
It was true.
How we were happy at the paradise,
Me and you.
The sky were blue,
The birds above
flew,
And lovers around were true.
The green were melted with the love,
And spreaded all around,
How admiring that everything
Were like a perfect drown portrait,
Even our love was true.
I were the queen of the paradise of love,
And you were my king,
The angels were all around, clasping and sining blues.
But when I woke up
I knew,
And all the magic flew,
Once again the life has taught me,
That only in the dreams,
The perfect love comes true.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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L'oiseau bleu
The lake lay blue below the hill.
O'er it, as I looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue.
The sky above was blue at last,
The sky beneath me blue in blue.
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.
poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Red Baron / Blue Max
The son of a major, Prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy Roman
The war broke out, and looked to the air
24 hours of training he was there
100 miles an hour, top speed his plane would fly
and if he flew behind you, you know you're sure to die
Eighty kills, that are confirmed
While other pilots have so much more to learn
Red Baron! Blue Max! The albatross flies high
Red Baron! Blue Max! He's got you in his sights
The Red-Battle Flyer
Roll right fire
He sees no faces
The ace of aces
His British quarry flew a reckless flight
A shot from the ground took the red baron's life
He flew with honor, he flew with pride
In 1918, The battle flyer died
Chorus
The red baron...Blue max!
The albatross flies high
The red baron...Blue max!
He's got you in his sight!
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Childhood Sky
childhood sky is always bright
flying with colourful birds
one exotic hornbill missed
its way to jungle, flew to town
to rest on a neighbour's roof
exhibiting its full splendour
and forever painted itself in
my memory in refreshing
red yellow, horn and all
a migrating egret flew to
a tree right in front of our house,
stayed there like an old wise
white haired man before
flying away my heart with it
the varied coloured pigeons
that turned the roof into their paradise
mating on chimneys, their wings flapping,
crowning in triumph over a female
and their signature rush to build
their nest, holding a straw in their beaks
the way a scintillating professor
out to build a sky of knowledge
for his brood, would
a few of the pigeons even flew
a few kilometres back after having been
given to our cousins holding dear
our hearts high up in the sky
one magpie sang each morn
away on a little chimney provoking me
to speak with it in excited nurseries
a forlorn pigeon waited and
waited till dusk for its companion
to emerge from the ground
disappointed and flew away
a grey world of disappointment*
childhood sky is
always bright with tales
and rains down memories -
sweet, sad, and joyful
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Let Her Fly
When I met woman
She was above the earth
Looking over the land
Smooth she was...
Wings spread to full length
A smile that would melt butter
You could see how she loved...Flying.
Upside down she flew...
Loop-DE-loop she flew...
Racing the wind...
And laughing...
How warm her heart
When greeting you...
Sharing the air with one was her pleasure... then we flew off to a place distance to her...
She knew not but...trusted me.
Spreaded her inner wings...
Taking me to an upper air pocket...
I knew not of such...
Acceleration...
Her enthusiastic play was so alien...
But an altering experience,
Showing me what makes her soar...
Pampering me all the while.
Showed me what makes hot-air...
Long beautiful air-pockets...
She raced them with ease...
She was teaching me how to enjoy her world...
I refused...without knowing.
I would not let her fly again...
I wanted her and what she knew with me...
And only me.
I killed her inner spirit...
And never knew.
I am man...I ask you (Woman) to forgive me
For wanting you and your gift...
Not seeing you as a prise....you the person...
I have killed your spirit...I knew it not
I am man not a thinker...sigh...forgive me.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Flying
All life through
Just the two -
Two birds freely flying
Two birds tacitly trying -
Together they always flew
Because they always knew
To not fly
Was to die -
Therefore, together, they always, always flew...
Right up until,
The very day their lives were through...
When they were gone
Friends gathered to sing them this love song:
'Birds of a feather were they
Always flying together unto the last day -
For what they knew is true,
Birds of a feather
Die fearless, and freest, together -
They never stopped flying,
They never stopped trying,
Until dying
They went forever together,
To freely fly
And never more die,
Nor even part -
Eternally connected, soul to soul,
And heart to heart. '
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Fireflies.
They are flies born out
Fresh new rains, of today,
Flying around the fire
we lit to ward of the cold,
Brough by the rain.
They flew against the small
Gail tha blew acroos the bushes,
Which gnawed at the rain drops,
Stopped a few hours back.
They flew and flew round
The flames of the fire,
Taking in the heat the fire made,
And danced like butterflies,
Failing to bring the grace,
To fall into the fire, making
Small sparkles and sound,
Living a very short life,
And again ascended to heavens.
Ravikiran Arakkal.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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The Invisible Raven
The words i put on paper is what i live with every day;
Even though i write them down the feelings always seem to stay;
The more and more i write them down the more and more i cry;
I wish my pain had wings so i could make it all just fly;
If it flew away i wouldnt have to hide it anymore;
My life is like the raven and soon it will be never-more;
Tears always stream down my face and yet u never see;
Well i guess its because im invisible no one ever see's me;
I am the invisible raven, u just look right through;
But dont u worry about it im still looking at u;
poem by Melissa Broomhead
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Lost Dreams
Where are the dreams that came to me?
They're lost inside my reverie.
They seemed so alive for a little while
but now they've disappeared.
It's as if I could almost touch them
but now it's as I feared.
They flew away. They escaped my head
while I lay in bed.
I almost had them in my grasp.
I tried to hold them tight.
But along came fate and away they flew
like little birds in flight.
I watched them fly away from me
and felt the sadness come.
And now those brilliant tones I heard
have dwindled to a hum.
Now all the dreams that came to me
no longer do I see.
They are lost. They are lost
and I am lost at sea.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Lost Dreams
Where are the dreams that came to me?
They're lost inside my reverie.
They seemed so alive for a little while
but now they've disappeared.
It's as if I could almost touch them
but now it's as I feared.
They flew away.
They escaped my head
while I lay in bed.
I almost had them in my grasp.
I tried to hold them tight.
But along came fate and away they flew
like little birds in flight.
I watched them fly away from me
and felt the sadness come.
Now those brilliant tones I heard
have dwindled to a hum.
Now all the dreams that came to me,
no longer can I see.
They are lost. They are lost
and I am lost at sea.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Morse Moose & The Grey Goose
Right on down at the bottom of the sea
Tell me are you receiving me?
My name is morse moose and Im calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat
People said shes never float
One night when the moon was high
The grey goose flew away
As we were sailing round the rocks
The mate took out his compass box
And said the wind is like a fox
But the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea
The admiral, the mate and me
Prepared to face eternity
But the grey goose flew away
She flew into the stormy sea
Davy jones was calling me
But heading for tranquility
The grey goose flew away
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Love of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Shooting Star Flew By One Night
A shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
I wished for love to fill a heart
For love taken away in the dark
A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
My wish was answered by you and you
Who would have known the love of few
Would grow to heaven’s blue
A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
A knight in shining armor you might not be
A protector with strength and love you have given me
A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Your love for us you have not failed
You took our hands and rode the Shooting Star’s tail
A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
Although I wished for many more
My love for you I will always adore
A Shooting Star flew by one night
I wished upon its burning light
May heaven bring us Peace
Your love for us will never cease
poem by Anthony Wayne Parran
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This Is The Life
In life sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
sometimes you win
sometimes you loose you crown
sometimes you survive
sometimes you drawn
In life sometimes you feel law
sometimes you feel high
sometimes you smile
sometimes you cry
in life sometimes your dreams come true
sometimes your dreams flew
sometimes it breakes all the hope and the thoughts you drew
sometimes it makes a strong relation that last forever between two
sometimes it takes friends and people we love and we knew
sometimes we forgot the pain
sometimes the pain grew
but this is the life
and we should go throw
Beautiful Broken Butterfly
Butterfly, you flew away
And at first I didn't know
How each hard day was
Straining on you so
Little butterfly, so fragile
With a wingspan of compassion
You flew with swift emotion
While I was grounded by my ration
Small butterfly, I know that
You can do it, when you flew
Because I have seen that
Longing freedom deep down inside of you
My lonely butterfly, my dear
Can I call you my own?
Or were you meant only to
Be free to forever roam
Butterfly, will you come back
To this home I've made in my heart
If you should come, I feel that
Together, we can make our brand new start.
poem by Airda Jones
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You Flew Away
Let you leave that day
Let you walk on by
Breaking up would pay
But you had far more pride
If I could give
Would God accept me
Tried so hard to live
Oh why
Did you have to go out of my life
Never got the chance to say goodbye
You flew away
You flew away
You left
song performed by by Boyzone from Where We Belong
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Gray Feathered Bird (A Birthday Poem for Wole Soyinka)
A bird flew across this land
Seventy-eight odd years ago and
The land was chaotic but now was silent
Which smiled and whispered 'a great' had been born
And none but all will be lifted by this special one
The heavens had let him go with a pen
Tucked beneath his wings to fly far, far away
And make a stop in a nation in need of a hero
And genius who had the heart of a child
And the tenacity of a warrior
To fight for the freedom of his comrades
And sing so loud and beautifully
Against the oppression of the weak
The skies were blue this very day
As God and his angels stood and cheered
The grey- feathered laureate
A bird flew into this land of ours
And in a dark sky, set a rainbow
That all who fly in after him
Will add their colours
And live the world a far better place than they met.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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