Very good coaches for ski jumpers stand at the top of the slope and watch the jumpers prepare, rather than standing at the bottom and watching them land.
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Poetry Groups and Aaron Jumpers...
Red checkered carpet and mahogany wood dominate
Guinness, beer and wine stand politely
Reflective
The eclectic gathering of minds and smiles
Litter the room as left over christmas baubles
While one voice swoons across the ceiling to fall on ravenous ears
Smiles in therapy
And memory slip over the rickety stiles of childhood
As eyes wide shut dance or skipping hypnotically
As an exuberant uncontrollable child on a windy day
Create their own beautiful masterpieces from the words lain for all to dream
A sigh
A scratch
A rustling peanut packet to distract
The odd glance searching the sea of eyes for recognition, acceptance, hope or a mere smile
Where aaron jumpers distract
Why do aaron jumpers make one think of catalogues, hearty meals and most of all love
The love of huge warm arms swinging you around in adoration
Sheer exhilaration at really being in love
Why do aaron jumpers and
A scottish poets words create
Grey seas frothy cream licking the rocky skirt of the lighthouse
Red and white solid safety which
Perfectly beckons me
And the poem did that and the mind did follow joyously
The words laid down by
A man died two years ago
Why did he have to die 2010 just before i heard of him
And now i must search his words in past tense
And almost hero worship
The man from Edinburgh and the visions he gave me
By the sea
I shed one tear
poem by Karen Sinclair
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The scenes in the show were filmed with a crew of really excellent stunt jumpers, but we had the feel of the parachutes, so we could be more realistic in the roles.
quote by Ken Curtis
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September travel
September Travel
I’ve packed my suitcase ready to go to Norway in
September, extra jumpers, wooly socks and two
bottles of whisky; well, I’m only staying there for
four days, but there might be a war breaking out.
Booze is very expensive in Norway so I can’t go
into bars, but sit in a tiny hotel room drink good
whisky from a glass in the bathroom, the one used
to brush ones teeth in the morning.
I will be walking around in streets where no one
knows me, there will be rain and I have no umbrella,
and I will end up in one of those expensive bars,
just standing there drinking and talking to no one.
I have unpacked my suitcase, and opened one of
the bottles and sit in my favourite chair drinking
a drop, I will not be going back to Norway this year,
the dog is old and can’t be left alone in a kennel,
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Broken Window
Broken Window
“Stand aside, the shop keeper impolitely said,
paying customer first.” Mother and I stood aside
and waited it took long busy now before Yule,
she had a card from the social to purchase boots
and jumpers and I was getting fidgety and upset.
Finally we got our stuff in a brown paper bag,
time was hard fancy papers was for those who
had money. I was seven but the humiliation was
gnawing a big hole in my guts, mother said:
“Beggars can be choosers” I was silent.
The local paper reported about a broken shop
window, oddly nothing was stolen, I smiled
proud of my mother, she had a job nearby
cleaning the office of a tropical fruit importer,
in a good mood now she smoked a cigarette.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Charity Shop
They're not called second hand stores
as that's not politically correct
so you must call them charity shops
out of courtesy and respect.
But where would we be without them?
because some are like an Aladdin's cave
as in them you'll find all kinds of stuff
and look at all the money you can save.
There's clothes for all shapes and sizes
Jumpers, T.Shirts, Trousers, and Shoes,
myself I like looking through the books
and the C.D'S of Rock, Pop, and the Blues.
We're living in a time of Austerity
meaning there's not much money to go around
so thank God for all of the charity shops
and those that sell everything for a pound.
So if your a bloke looking for a suit
or a woman after a blouse or a top
there's a good chance you'll find one
down your good old local charity shop!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Over And Done With
This is the story of our first teacher
Shetland made her jumpers
And the devil made her features
Threw up her hands when my mum said our names
Embroidered all her stories with slanderous claims
it's over and done with
This is the story of losing my virginity
I held my breath and the fey held a trinity
People I'm making no claims to no mystery
But sometimes it feel like
My sex lifes all history
I'm not saying these events didn't
Touch our lives in any way
But, ah, they didn't make the impression
That some people say
This is the story of watching a man dying
The subjects unpopular
But I don't feel like lying
When I think of it now I acted like a sinner
I just washed my hands
Then I went for my dinner.
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Over & Done With
This is the story of our first teacher
Shetland made her jumpers
And the devil made her features
Threw up her hands when my mum said our names
Embroidered all her stories with slanderous claims
Its over and done with
This is the story of losing my virginity
I held my breath and the bed held a trinity
People Im making no claims to no mystery
But sometimes it feel like
My sex lifes all history
Im not saying these events didnt
Touch our lives in any way
But, ah, they didnt make the impression
That some people say
This is the story of watching a man dying
The subjects unpopular
But I dont feel like lying
When I think of it now I acted like a sinner
I just washed my hands
Then I went for my dinner.
song performed by by Proclaimers
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To Pound Into Salt
To pound the poor needs practice,
My praise is for the jumpers within;
Not in a million years do shapes appear,
For poor people to see the light of day.
Little men crawl and laugh incessantly,
Opening the gates of heavenly splendour,
Entering the regions most divine;
I see a blessing on the wall to matter,
The one of poverty is small on this wall.
Can the innocent ones perceive the salt?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Game
I may not be the best but I can ball
You may beat me but I will give it my all
Basketball is my favorite sport yea we know that song
But we're my real ballers at?
The ones who be outside shooting jumpers all day long
When Mom and Pops get mad because you stayed out so late
Running home to eat that cold plate
It's all good though I'll eat that cold dinner with pride
Cause I know one day Ma and Dad gone be proud
Remember that first game mad cause ya lost?
Felt like part of you died along with that crowd
Nothing to be ashamed though you gone show em all one day
You thought to yourself 'Imma be like MJ I gotta make it to the NBA'
No matter what they say 'Nick you suck, give up, go home'
All that talk is motivation and will lead me one step closer to the throne.
poem by Nicholas Smith
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The Flying Tiger (A Poem For Children)
I met a flying tiger,
with flaming, orange wings.
It hunts the flying deer,
and other aerial things.
The tiger is fierce,
powerful and strong.
It swoops through the sky,
it tail is dragged along.
I knew tigers were great jumpers,
but I never saw one fly.
Until I heard a roar above,
then I stared into the sky.
The tiger pirouetted,
it swooped and turned with grace.
It flew so high above the clouds,
it almost went into space!
poem by Jojoba Mansell
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Watching For Pa
Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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We coaches have to learn how to deal with that: How do I get to each one best - with a talk, with video analysis? And what sort of tone? We need our own coaches for that. The sports psychologist coaches me too.
quote by Jurgen Klinsmann
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Flight Instructor
Why are some of those jumpers,
Plummeting to the ground?
'I told them all specifically,
What they had to do...
To execute a successful jump,
By counting to ten.
Then with a pulling of the cord,
Their 'chutes' would open.'
Why do you suppose,
The others have chosen to plummet?
Their outcome does not look favorable.
'One of them told me,
They did not like my tone of voice.
And 'flight' instructor or not...
Did not have to pay attention to me.
And will do what it is they choose.'
Well...
How do you explain so many of them,
Not opening their parachutes?
'Hey...
For some apparent reason,
They also chose to do the same thing.'
You know what this means?
'Yes I do.
There will be fewer for me to feed,
At my house warming party.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is The Picture
Excellent birds
Flying birds
Excellent birds
Watch them fly, there they go
Falling snow
Excellent snow
Here it comes. watch it fall
Long words
Excellent words
I can hear them now
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Im sitting by the window
Watching the snow fall
Im looking out
And Im moving, turning in time
Catching up. moving in
Jump up! I can land on my feet. look out!
This is the picture, this is the picture
This is the picture, this is the picture
Looking out. watching out
When I see the future I close my eyes
I can see it now
I see pictures of people, rising up
Pictures of people, falling down
I see pictures of people
Theyre standing on their heads, theyre ready
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
Theyre looking out, look out!
Theyre watching out, watch out!
I see pictures of people
I see pictures of people
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Joker...
there is this little boy
an attraction in the circus
because he does not
have experience
yet...i mean the showmanship
is innocence, and those
that surround him
who want to
say, they want to help him
become like them
contortionists, clowns,
magicians, elephant men,
frog ladies,
jumpers, etc... i am not
really familiar with their names
and what they do
one day, the contortionist
ask him to imitate him
to get rid of his bones
and bend like some
water
fluid and painless
and the boy
does what he is told
he dies
bones crack and
eyes still seeing
pain and terror
looking to the
sky for
help...
he is innocence gone
but the show must go on
that is what they say
and the clown who watches
what the boy does
and how he dies
you bet, continues laughing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's a market economy. Apparently the demand for great coaches exceeds the supply, so of course the price of good coaches is going to be high.
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Please Stand Up
for those who want to die
please stand up
for those who want
to be counted as another
victim of injustice
please stand up
for those who want
to be imprisoned without
a guilty hand or mind
please stand up
for those who want to
disappear from this world
for those who want
to be mothers and mourn
for the death and disappearance
of their sons
please stand up
for those fathers and wannabe
breadwinners
soon you will lose your job
and soon another depression comes
please stand up
for those who expect too much from government
only to be disappointed
on a rising statistical data
for unemployment and inflation
and market crashes
please stand up
for those who want to be
a part of a sea disaster
or an avalanche or a tsunami
for those who want to be
part of the manifest of those
who perish either
by fire or water or air
for those who perish
from a calamity
nature-made or man-made
please stand up
tell me your name,
state your address
and telephone number
you don't want to be in?
good heavens!
the judgment committee
has already taken your name
this is the inevitable
this is not preventable
and so
prepare, the next day
it shall be you or her or him
(or me)
thank you
for not standing, destiny
shall make you
stand just the same
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At Tension
Music and lyrics: oates
Id like to join the army
Dont want to join the war
Id take my place in line hell (hell)
Never go awol
We keep on marching forward
Never will retreat
Dont let the enemy inside you
Thats the beginning of defeat
All good soliders stand (to arms)
All good soliers try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
Yeah
Now a shakey finger on the trigger
Ready aim to please
Now how can such a little bullet
Drop big solier to his knees
But theres no warning only waiting
When a strangelove drops the bomb
All this fighting it can hurt you
But its the little wounds that do the harm
All good soliders stand (to arms)
One good solider tries (so hard)
He follows orders never questioning why
Never questioning why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move yeah
All good soldiers stand (to arms)
All good soliders try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
They never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Watching Mother
Your mother is peeling apples
for the apple pie
and you stand watching her
and say can I have some peelings?
Sure she says
it’s probably the best part anyway
and you notice she has tears in her eyes
and wonder if the old man
has had a go at her again
like that time over the camera
and her saying jokingly
you look like some tourist
in upstate New York
and he thumped her one
and her lip bled
and you stood watching
keeping your mouth shut
but wanting to go at him
but you being too small
stood still
and as she peels the apples
you watch her hands
go over the apples
with a skill of years of experience
and you watch as the tears
run down the side of her nose
and fall like raindrops
on to her busy hands
and you focus like some artist
at the way that they land.
poem by Terry Collett
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