Come Without Parachutes
Come to me without parachutes
Oh, temporal days!
And stuff my famished mouth
With the virulent petals
Of your constant withering
Come to me ceaselessly
Draw closer and sing to me
With the imperial drums rolling
We will make this grand
That the snowflakes cry in cant
I will come violently, come valiantly
We will crash through the ocean floor
Stir past the caroming people
With wobbly roots and low boughs
We can seize the undertow
Come, oh, so debonairly
Unfetter the parachutes
And let the body meet the soul
The caustic brunt will fulminate
But we'll come clean and consummate
Come to me without those parachutes
I tell you, the freefall will sedate you
And we'll collide with the frowning pits
The seraphs will muse in greed
Our plummeting and untangled hopes
Come, let's beat the angry street
I have been hanging here too long
Grinding the concrete floor
With all vehement ardor
I want to go, let us go down below
Come, my sedentary life,
Come to your funeral
Come darting like the sun
With a porcupine charm
Come without your parachutes.
poem by Norman Santos
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Visions In Flight
travel tiny parachutes
strong wind carry parachutes
freedom flying visions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Soft Parachutes
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
Last year as a senior
In Emerson High school
I had me a girlfriend
We used to get high
Now I am flyin
Down some Vietnam highway
Dont ask me the reason
God only knows why
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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bankster Gangsters
How sharp they look in Armani suits
The Wall Street 'Bankster Gangsters'
Before crash given golden parachutes
While Hank cajoled bilked investors
(Thanks to T.D. for inspiring the title)
Rayluc
poem by Ray Lucero
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Through Blue Skies Or Grey
through blue skies or grey watch seasons changes
feelings thoughts minds souls through wonder ranges
yellow petals one day transform into white honeycomb
fade into spectral preparation seeds in readiness to roam
dandelion seeds are spun web silk threads of freedom life
carried away by gust breath of wind or child’s puff glow spice
tiny silk stem parachute flowers, freedom launch breath awaiting
to travel like tiny parachutes, on breeze wind wonder never abating
strong wind can carry tiny flower parachutes, miles away from parent
plant yet freedom seed flying stays, within wonder of any vision heart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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'.
You didn't hear this from me...
And you, of all people, know how gossip goes.
However...
I've heard it said,
The people have become extremely upset.
Because of your drama and fantasized policies.
And no longer buy into that concept,
Of wings, golden slippers, white robes...
And the playing of harps,
And trumpets in some afterlife.
The people have decided,
To take their own chances.
Think independently.
And they've prepared to leave the kingdom.'
That's preposterous!
'Like a rhinoceros wearing Gucci.
I agree.
But I do have a suggestion.'
Quick come out with it.
'We can contact Beyoncé.
She always comes up,
With some trend setting sounds.
Maybe she can compose something,
To turn their minds around.'
Yeah!
But I've already made a long term deal,
With Jay-Z...
To keep the beats pumping.
And I don't want to be the reason,
For any disagreements between those two.
I think they are two of the kingdom's best peeps.
Ya dig?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearted jubilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two na na na na jamboree buy buy... motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearte
Ilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for you na na na jamboree buy buy... ... the shopwindow why why, says the sign in the yard buy buy, says the sign in the shop window why why, says the
In the yard
song performed by by Beatles
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Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.
quote by Benny Hill
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.
quote by Thomas Dewar
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Take our own company as an example: We're living proof, we jump with our own parachutes.
quote by Jim Barksdale
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Minds are like parachutes, they only function when they are open.
quote by James Dewar
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Minds are like parachutes; they only function when they are open.
Bright Yellow Petal Flowers Imagination Showers
in life I never drank dandelion wine
for sour grapes bitter tastes I had no time
upon rich green grass map child like flowers
bright yellow petal flowers imagination showers
through blue skies or grey watch seasons changes
feelings thoughts minds souls through wonder ranges
yellow petals one day transform into white honeycomb
fade into spectral preparation seeds in readiness to roam
dandelion seeds are spun web silk threads of freedom life
carried away by gust breath of wind or child’s puff glow spice
tiny silk stem parachute flowers, freedom launch breath awaiting
to travel like tiny parachutes, on breeze wind wonder never abating
strong wind can carry tiny flower parachutes, miles away from parent
plant yet freedom seed flying stays, within wonder of any vision heart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Picaro bigender
Picaro decides bigender
on top of the dandallion reveals
a neutral one
dandallion little parachutes
pours them down into the mouth
of children hungry for innocence
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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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Kite Flight Dream Space Travel
dream flight tiny flowers
produce seed parachutes
compass aline on heavens
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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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?
go beyond the
catcher in the rye
and portnoy's complaint
sass, brightness and
take a bite
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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
the engine-driver
the fireman
and the guard
someone observed
jokingly
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Snow Is Falling
Snow is falling: snow is falling.
Geranium flowers reach
for the blizzard’s small white stars
past the window’s edge.
Snow is falling, all is lost,
the whole world’s streaming past:
the flight of steps on the back stairs,
the corner where roads cross.
Snow is falling: snow is falling,
not snowflakes stealing down,
Sky parachutes to earth instead,
in his worn dressing gown.
As if he’s playing hide-and-seek,
across the upper landings,
a mad thing, slowly sneaks,
Sky creeps down from the attic.
It’s all because life won’t wait,
before you know, it’s Christmas here.
And look, in a minute,
suddenly it’s New Year.
Snow is falling, deeper – deeper.
Maybe, with that same stride
in that same tempo,
with that same languor,
Time’s going by?
Year after year, perhaps,
passing, as snow’s falling,
like words in a poem?
Snow’s falling: snow’s falling.
Snow is falling, all is lost –
the whitened passers-by,
leaves’ startled showing,
the corners where roads cross.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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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 by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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