Love song for skybabes

[ladyskydiver 0]

Here are the poems I've received:

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Skydiver poem by anonymous

What a wonderful sport I find myself in,
It takes place where the thunderbolts fly,
Where rainbows are bent after summer's rain
And to do good, you just have to try.
Looking down on the earth and the fields of green
There's no need to be wimpish or shy,
Its a place you can go, to fly without wings
As you punch a hole in the sky.

It must seem so strange as you look up above,
And behold what is seen with the eye,
The clear blue of heaven that's over your head
As the fluffy white clouds go by.
And soon you are flying like a bird on the wing
And you plummet toward earth from on high,
Your parachute opens and you realize
That you've just punched a hole in the sky.

In all of the things you are able to do
There is no greater thrill you can buy,
So wonderful, and so exciting it is,
It can bring tears of joy to your eye.
With other skydivers the pleasures you share,
For each of you learned how to fly,
A wonderful landing, you're back on the earth,
But you just punched a hole in the sky.

There are many who cling to the earth like a claw,
They're the people who've never asked "why?",
They'll never know that the reason birds sing
Is because they are able to fly.
They could not understand how a skydiver feels
If you told them till rivers run dry,
And the greatest of pleasures a skydiver knows
Is punching a hole in the sky.

The day is soon over, you stare at the fire,
But memories linger and sigh,
The crimson red sunset that hovers above
Casts a glow on companions nearby.
You fill out your logbook with each thrilling move
As the shadows of dark seem to tie
Themselves to each other, and you smile as you now
That you punched a hole in the sky.

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A Poem For Skydivers By Anonymous

Eyes to the sky
As the cotton clouds pass,
Not long ago
We were standing on grass.
But now we are airborne
The ground far below,
Its onward and upward,
Yes, upward we go.
The air walls around us
Our souls in the sky
And soon the door opens,
We're ready to fly.
As the signal is given
Excitement in all
We leap out the door
And we're into freefall.
The blue sky above us
We plunge toward earth,
The greatest thrill ever
Since mother gave birth.
Our hands touch each other
Like playing a game,
And flying together
Our hearts do the same.
The wave off is given
A moment so great,
The pilot chute's out
And I watch it inflate.
Hearts are racing like crazy,
We're using our wings
With the sunlight around us
Our flying heart sings,
Too soon the jump's over
And like a refrain,
Repack and get ready
Lets do it again.

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Life is short! Break the rules! Forgive quickly! Kiss slowly! Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably. And never regret anything that made you smile.

[windcatcher 0]

I really liked that guys' poetry too; hmm, still no guys received them either??

Mother to the cutest little thing in the world...

[happythoughts 0]

Chuck Berry Ding-a-ling

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,
Slipped and fell had a very bad fall
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek
Man them snappers right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my dingaling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling