HALO (High Altitude, Low Opening) freefall insertion (Terzanelle
Falling through space with rushing air
you dropp from a plane as if flying on wings
with wind blowing everywhere, sweat in your hair
with the morning glow radiating between things
and the sun creeping over the horizon in a red ball
you dropp from a plane as if flying on wings
with oxygen feeding through the mask you feel small
seeing the earth rushing in at great speed
and the sun creeping over the horizon in a red ball
and your eyes watch the altimeter spinning, taking heed
trusting implicitly on the gear
seeing the earth rushing in at great speed
you are falling at terminal velocity with fear
and sensing the distance
trusting implicitly on the gear
and you pull the drawstring, expecting enemy resistance,
falling through space with rushing air
and sensing the distance
with wind blowing everywhere, sweat in your hair
poem by Gert Strydom
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With the bright moon that is tonight missing
as if it has suddenly strayed somewhere
the stars dimmed out, the air is rushing
while almost like a machine I am falling
from very high while breathing pure oxygen,
an exploding lightning bolt makes my ears sing
while the altimeter I am watching;
with each enemy guard, guard-tower primed
against penetration, in I am fluttering,
at terminal velocity it’s terrifying,
while life comes to a standstill around me
but that moment is but very fleeting
before a device is reminding
that the rushing ground is almost too near
and the jerking parachute is opening;
right after the equipment bag I am landing,
snatching off the chute, cocking the weapon,
with the bright moon that is tonight missing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Flying at night
The sticks are strapped in
and there’s a slight chill,
in the early morning air.
Black tiger stripes,
are painted over our faces
and we are waiting for takeoff.
It’s much colder when the plane rises
and flies low to avoid enemy radar
and enemy Mig fighters.
There’s a yellow moon hanging low
and some stars pass,
with bright twinkling eyes.
The plane gains altitude,
before the light starts flashing
and the end of the flight draws near.
Commands are given
and something hard is in my stomach
and I hear air rushing at the open door.
I get my turn to jump and I’m free
and it’s like falling away into oblivion,
but the ground is rushing towards me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To Soar
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
giving way to the blackness around
to soar among the heaves
wind rushing past
the uncertainty of tomorrow t
he wisdom of yesterday
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
through the galaxies
small spots of color appear
helping peace fill the void
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
a smallflutter in my chest begins
the colors all around brighten
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
the flutter becomes a beat
then a pulse
sound all around
music
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past.
poem by Lauren Kiczula
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The Road Ahead Was Meandering
The road ahead was meandering,
while I drove at a steady speed
taking the path as it did swing
with the wind rushing at my chest and feet,
the sun shining hot on my body
and the action of driving,
had a pleasure to it, while I felt free
a part of the motorcycle
which roared with power beneath me
and I was one with the black stretching road
while far in the distance I could see
a truck creeping along with its load
and I enjoyed speed and sheer tranquillity,
felt one with the passing nature
and the elements of the wind and sun had a kind of affinity
while the feeling was in perfection awesome and pure.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Between My Horse's Wings (Expanded)
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings
Between My Horse's Wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings
poem by Horse Poet
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Falling Waters..
falling waters rushing to and fro
boundless love, nature's gift from above
how wide, how wonderful, i stand in awe
Oh Lord, you are so good and true
its sound gives me peace and serenity
my heart leaps with joy, i couldn't ask for more
my soul is thirsty, you give me plenty
this falling waters rushing to and fro
there is so much that i can give to you
but you give me more than what i expect
this falling waters rushing to and fro
is more than enough of the love you give
i will be singing the songs of nature
of falling waters that runs to and fro
in my heart, in my dreams
saying..THANK YOU LORD..for this wonderful gift..
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Why are you so troubled? [Ce te legeni?]
– "Why are you so troubled, forest?
There's no wind and there's no rain
Yet your branches are in pain".
– "Yes, I'm troubled, you know why?
'Cause my life is passing by
Days are shrinking, nights are growing
And my leaves are quickly falling.
Wind is blowing from the bay
Chasing singing birds away
Wind is blowing without fear
Summer's gone, winter is here.
How could I avoid to bow
When the birds are leaving now!
Over branches, in the sky
Swallow flocks are flying high
And I'm watching them go by
Knowing that my hope will die.
And are passing all the day
Darkening the airy way,
And like seconds they are flying
With their wings the wind defying.
In their wake, I remain numb
Whitered and a little dumb
Only with my own desire
Which is burning me like fire!"
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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I Am Bewildered
there is that spider
spinning its house of memories
trapping some flying strangers
wrapping them
putting them in a warped time
eating them
is it mourning now?
one hears the sound of the falling of the leaf
now on the river
spasmodic to a distance
rushing rustling rubric
breaking finally at the junction
of cataclysm
change and destruction and then
the inner peace of the pond
that runs dry
consumed by itself
to the pebbles numb to the sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Jump
He is standing at the open door of the aircraft
and see his life flashing past,
while strong winds are pulling
on his face and jacket
and the light keeps on flashing green
and somebody taps him on the shoulder.
It’s like a explorer
walking into an new world,
with the earth rushing past beneath him
and he is almost above the horizon.
It’s as if for moments
he is hanging and feeling insignificant
and he is thought struck
while he falls at terminal velocity,
the wind is whistling in his ears
and it is then that he locks his thoughts,
knowing that man is but paltry
and seconds drags on like hours
before he pulls the string,
the parachute rushes open,
breaking his fall with force
and he is gliding like an eagle
while he’s riding the wind,
getting breathtaking views
of the scenery
that stretches out far below him,
drawing a picture
up to the horizon.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Bunyip
In the depths at lake Moodewarri
something was stirring
and to and thro some Aborigines did hurry
as they were fleeing, to their dwelling places retiring.
The size of a big calf it did suddenly appear
rushing in great speed trying to come near
to pull somebody down as its meal
and women and children were screaming in fear.
Now some people would call this a lame tale
about a hippopotamus, but it is huge and humanoid
maybe as big as a whale
and from mercy and all things good devoid.
When man disrupts its source of food
it does disease bring
as a evil, terribly evil thing
that destroys rushing from the flood.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Waterfall
i like this
rush
of waters
falling
down
looks
like a
race
w/o
a winner
a loser
just the
fun
of
falling
rushing
as though
all the
waters
are
just
taking
a plunge
in
all
laughter
do you
like
the sound
of playful
falling?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sentimental Lady
Written by bob welch.
You are here and warm
But I could look away and youd be gone
Cause we live in a time
When meaning falls in splinters from our lives
And thats why Ive travelled far
Cause I come so together where you are
And all of the things that I said that I wanted
Come rushing by in my head when Im with you
14 joys and a will to be merry
And all of the things that we say are very
Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
Now you are here today
But easily you might just go away
Cause we live in a time
When paintings have no color, words dont rhyme
And thats why Ive travelled far
Cause I come so together where you are
And all of the things that I said that I wanted
Come rushing by in my head when Im with you
14 joys and a will to be merry
And all of the things that we say are very
Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
You are here and warm
But I could look away and youd be gone
Cause we live in a time
When meaning falls in splinters from our lives
And thats why Ive travelled far
Cause I come so together where you are
Yes and all of the things that I said that I wanted
Come rushing by in my head when Im with you
14 joys and a will to be merry
And all of the things that we say are very
Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
Sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
Well sentimental gentle wind
Blowing through my life again
Sentimental lady
Gentle one
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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That Summer
I went to work for her that summer
A teenage kid so far from home
She was a lonely widow woman
Hell-bent to make it on her own
We were a thousand miles from nowhere
Wheat fields as far as I could see
Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be.
til she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadnt worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eyes
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
That summer wind was all around me
Nothing between us but the night
When I told her that Id never
She softly whispered thats alright
And then I watched her hands of leather
Turn to velvet in a touch
Theres never been a summer
When I have ever learned so much.
We had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
I often think about that summer
The sweat, the moonlight and the lace
And I have rarely held another
When I havent seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
And watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isnt real
I swear inside I feel
Her hungry arms again.
She had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in her lovers eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night.
Rushing in long in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burnin both ends of the night
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Rushing Wind
rushing wind, rushing wind
why in a hurry?
we don't have anymore place to stay
little Sammy wants to play
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Brittle my Wings
let
then the flying wings
conquer the blue sky, and
may the splashing clouds cover
the horizon of the gloomy
wonder of hope; the cab waved of promise,
the start of the season
of Autumn
mind wait
your golden smile of face that rejoice,
ensuring that bears the fathom
of honesty in your sincerity
I comment, come now my love and
mingle every inch of
wisdom of the wings that fly,
beneath the chilly hills of love, until you
come back in my
precious arm
yield, the memory of you,
heralded with laurel; a Lotus of
hyacinth of clear sky I fly, and take me
to hold every minutes
of cried moment of pleading,
sweet victory for
today
let me dropp my wings and touch
each feeling of the
wishing wind, for the sky push
me to see you again; of where my
belied love stays with you,
in that beautiful sky,
as we fly
give up not my dream; the brittle wings
wait your great speed,
for we will fly high
again ……
“ a Poem dedicated to Majencia R. Gabales “
poem by Antonio Liao
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Between My Horse's Wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse's wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse's wings
Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse's wings
Fire-men
I feel something
Something is rushing straight to me
Not the runner, nor the falling rock-climber
But a round flying object－ yes, a football
I have no enough time to run away, I’ll be hit
But it stops－ thanks to the iron net before me
I, angrily, try to see from the holes of net
About six men, wearing blue clothes of football
Printed with Congshan Fire Brigade
They are practicing shooting
By shooting a small metal plate
Tied tightly on the net
Every time when they kick the ball, they shout
Two words－ but I cannot hear them clearly
One by one, when they hit the target
They cheer, and again kick, hit and shout
As the triumph over the mountain-fire
Caused by a cigarette butt last year
Year in year out, they fight against fire
Honorably, even when they play football
The courage, the braveness, the fire
Flying with the ball, hitting the plate
Yes they win! Finally I hear what they shout
As what is written on that plate: NO SOMKING
poem by Kavin Fang
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Under The Mango Tree
i like the idea
of doing many things under the mango tree
like
watching time go by like it is a stranger
and i
am a stranger too watching time pass by
like i am so interested
with what time
can do to me
making me old
making the mango tree bloom and flower and have fruits
and they are so many
that the mango tree bends
to the ground
and time stays for a while and ripens the fruits
and make all of them
in time
fall one by one to the ground
like some kind
of withered flowers
luscious, sweet, fruits of the mango tree
falling
by the slightest passing of the wind
and then the children
come and with all joy
pick them one by one
putting what they can
under
their shirts and still rushing
to keep
and take some more
under the mango tree
all the people
are so much alike
the rushing, the taking, the joy
of always having more
and it will never stop
as i watch time slowly go by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Hear My Own Poems Rushing In Me
I HEAR MY OWN POEM RUSHING IN ME
I hear my own poem rushing in me
Despite my sadness and my despair
It tells me I am still alive-
I hear it rushing in me now
As these lines wonder too,
What will be next?
And if I will end it right?
And whether or not it is a true poem?
A rushing in me now-
Like words written and forgotten
So many times
Not so long ago-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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