Feb 17, 2010, 4:37 PM
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Skydiving theme poems
Skydiving Poetry / Observations of the Sport by Bill 'Chuteless' Cole:
'Chuteless' sent these to me recently, I find his prose insightful & delightfully entertaining. ~Thought it would be cool to share, so with Bill's permission...enjoy!
Those Jumpers Who Stepped Off The Earth----( By Bill Cole )
Have you ever stood under the midnight sky And seen silver streaks fly through the dark? In the wisdom of man they are most often called Things like meteorites, comets or sparks. But the truth has been secret since time first began In this world that we now call our own, And its time to reveal what those silver streaks are, Its time for the truth to be known.
In the world before this one, there were people like us, And in time they had learned how to fly. They too dove from aircraft and into freefall And like us they had owned all the sky. But this wouldn't suffice in fulfilling their dreams So they plotted each day since their birth, And eventually found everlasting freefall As they stepped off the edge of the earth.
So dark was the void, and no packing required And they learned there was no need to spot, Although it was cold, speed and friction was there And their fast bodies really got hot. Each skydiver flew just as he wanted to And his dropzone in space was its girth, Now flying forever we see silver streaks From those jumpers who had stepped off the earth.
The next time you stand neath a dark starry sky Lift your eyes to behold up above, And you'll see old time jumpers as they dive past the moon And perform in the sport that they love. Twas a dangerous risk, but the risk brings the gain Like we've sought since the day of our birth, They're eternally tracking, just fast silver streaks, Those skydivers who stepped off the earth.
So don't let men fool you with science and such, They don't know how a skydiver dreams, They can't know of the thrill from flying the blue And their knowledge is small, so it seems. The old time skydivers that live out in space Took the risk of that dangerous flight, They will ever be tracking and lighting the sky With the silvery streaks of the night.
To my friend Ryan Jambrich
Ryan, the Swooper------------- (By Bill Cole)
Seven cell canopy, swooping so fast, But if you misjudge, you're a thing of the past. Your speed is so wondrous A sight to behold, A miscalculation, you'll never grow old. Having once been a jumper You will know what I say, I admire your flying Glad you're with us today. So watch when that seven Cell takes that last dive, Approaching th ground So you're staying alive. Your friends are all watching, They are really in awe, They admire your courage, Its really quite raw. So do friends a favour Don't get careless with ground, You're an artist in flight And we want you around.
The Beautiful Scene--------------- By Bill Cole
There are so many sports with a thrilling ride And some with a beautiful view, But the best of them all is for people who fall With their arms spread wide in the blue. They thrill to the sound, high above ground, To the pressure of air so clean. But high in their wake, there's a parachute brake And they're part of a beautiful scene.
When parachutes open in a thundering roar It is time to fly back to the ground, Where the packing is done to prepare for the fun And the talk of their thrills can be found. In so short a time they are ready once more And they quickly have boarded the plane, Its two engines roar, and they gaze out the door As it lifts from the ground once again.
There once was a time someone spotted the load To the exit point, where to get out, With technology's flare, it's soon found in the air But the GPS leaves room for doubt. But that is forgotten in desire to fly As the jumpers all crowd at the door, They're ready for flight and they get the green light And so quickly their feet leave the floor.
The jumpers are flying neath a sapphire blue sky And their speeds are incredibly fast, And like a refrain they're together again A formation ere seconds have passed. They nod to each other, they are part of the sky Grounded men cannot know where they've been, The parachutes open, there are smiles all around And they're part of a beautiful scene.
The day filled with flying is over at last And the shadows wipe light from the ground As flames from the fire grow steadily higher Story tellers are easily found. Each wonderful moment, each thrill to their heart Is retold as it really had been, There is light in their eyes, for they've flown in the skies And they're part of a beautiful scene.
THE GRAVITY FLYER -------------- By Bill Cole 2009
They say what goes up has to come down And its certain those words are true, They are firm in the mind of a man who dares To challenge the skies of blue, They ride in an aircraft above the clouds With a longing to go much higher, But once out the door they fall with great speed In the flight of a gravity flyer.
To so many people its a daring game With a risk that they love to take, There is no other place upon the earth That will offer a chance to make A thrill attainable only to those Who have their hearts urged on like a fire, They call it skydiving for want of a name For the fall of a gravity flyer.
To get free of the earth, one must have a lift, A device that will fly off the ground, It took eons of time to develop the means, But in time that device was found. A motor, an airframe, with wings on each side And this aircraft would fill our desire To get up in the sky where our needs were met, The needs of a gravity flyer.
In the long fall to earth, one must have a brake Cause the impact would ruin your day, A cloth parachute had been put to the test And it blossomed above in a way That would slow one's descent as their feet touch the ground, Like being lowered to earth on a wire, All fears were replaced by the love of the flight That is made by a gravity flyer.
Mankind once believed that he was condemned To live out his life bound to earth, Those bonds have been severed and now he is free To explore from the day of his birth. Such freedom we have, we are no longer tied Like a servant is tied to his squire, Its a matter of pride to get into the sky And return as a gravity flyer.
So take up the challenge and fall for the thrill That awaits for you up in the sky, The gravity pulls as you exit the door And in downward direction you fly. To the north, to the south, the east or the west You can share with your friends, your desire, And for the rest of your life you'll be recognized as One who is a gravity flyer.
edited to add:
~Bill's not on DizzyDot, but drop him an email if you have a minute, with some encouragement we may get some more!
(This post was edited by airtwardo on Feb 17, 2010, 4:45 PM)
~Bill sent along some more of his writings for us to enjoy...
GO WHERE THE GOING IS BEST...by Bill Cole
Come with me now to the airport That's surrounded by fields of green, And the things that I'm going to show you Are like nothing you've ever seen. Where you can take part in the action, Where your dreams can fulfill their quest, And your life can take on a new meaning As you go where the going is best.
Overhead snow white clouds are drifting With a lovely blue sky behind, Its a home for the birds and skydivers And it's truly one of a kind. You'll be trained, but you'll get no feathers Like a young bird thats leaving the nest, But soon you wuill fly like an eagle As you go where the going is best.
As the door of the plane quickly opens And your eyes focus down at the green, Your beating heart sounds much like thunder Cause you're going where eagles have been. As you feet leave the floor of the airplane And the sun sinks far out in the west, Your flight is as smooth as a piece of silk As you go where the going is best.
It has taken you months to perfect it But you now are a man of the sky, And people confined to stay on the ground Look at you with a jealous eye. You live in a realm of beauty untold And I'm sure you would never have guessed, That your special world would be up in the sky And you'll go where the going is best.
BUMPING MY HEAD ON A CLOUD By Bill Cole D-41
In the cool morning air we climbed into the plane And the Cessna was soon in the sky, We got up to ten thousand and opened the door And were gone in the blink of an eye. A perfect four way as we dropped toward earth In a sport that would make one feel proud, It was over too soon, and I then wondered why I had just bumped my head on a cloud.
The very next jump was an air show display We were primed for a show in the sun, To think we'd get paid for filling our lust Of skydiving which is nothing but fun. A near perfect day, small white clouds all around And below was a marvellous crowd, The jump was as good, with one exception for me, As I had again bumped my head on a cloud.
I finally awoke to the reason for it And I quickly knew just what took place, My head was now aching and I felt like a fool And I'm sure I was red in the face, I just have to stop drinking much more than I should It was beer parties that brought on this dread, I had only been dreaming and was now widely awake, Cause I had twice fallen out of my bed.
WHEN JUMPING IS DONE Bill Cole D-41 ( Canada )
My jumping is over, satisfaction is mine, There's been many a flight in the blue. My body is sore from the great crash and burns And I sure wouldn't wish that on you. With bones slowly healing I reach for the pills That will help take the pain for awhile, It sure has been great, and the memories I have Will cause me to flinch and to smile.
The times when I dove from the aircraft above Are the times that l miss most of all, The flight of a friend as he thrusts like a jet And careens tomy beckoning call. Our hands touch together, the contact is made There is no place on earth quite the same, No place for malfunctions, no place for regrets Cause this sport is the world's greatest game.
This sport is the reason, it makes me alive In a world that can sometimes bring pain, And I fondly look back at my days in the sky And I'd do it all over again. The shadows are longer as I think of those days When I owned the whole sky up above, When I flew like an eagle, far above fields of green And performed in the sport that I love.
Like a bird without feathers, and fear wasn't there, Cause flying was a thing that I owned, Ability grew and it didn't take long Like an edge it was soon finely honed. When your airplane takes off in the soft morning mist As it cuts through the sweet smelling clover, You can know I've been there, I was part of the sky, But my skydiving career is now over.
SINCE GRASS FIRST TURNED GREEN ON EARTH -Bill Cole
I love to watch the things that fly Like dragonflies and such, The butterflies that flutter by So far above my touch. To see the ducks and geese above So fast on feathered wings, Since grass turned green upon this earth, Men wished for all those things.
Once many centuries had passed The wish would never die, Man envied all the birds and things That God had meant to fly. So one day man believed he could, If he could just build a plane, And it was done, though many crashed, Some others tried again.
It soon became reality And with some sticks and twine A plane was built that did the job With a rickety engine whine. WE DID IT, man would shout aloud, Like birds we're flying high, Not only do we own the land, We also own the sky.
The idea came one sunny day, To take the plane away, Freefalling men could use their arms And learn to fly again. But all control would just belong To those who dared to try A flight in freefall by themselves Across a cloudless sky.
The risks were great and many died In trying this type of flight, The parachutes were quickly made, They were an awful sight. But soon they won, true flight was born For men around the earth, It received the name of "Skydiving", The greatest thrill since birth.
The years went by, and men got old, Yet others dared to try, And Skydiving got fast and bold When challenging the sky. But things improved and now men know Just how to fly the Blue, Skydiving made this possible For any man like you.
But if you are living on this earth And your feet are firmly bound To things that never take to flight, With me, don't hang around. But if you wish to know the place Where birds and brave men dare, To fly in harmony with life, Then Skydive in the air.
The greatest thrill since grass first turned green.
PUNCHING A HOLE IN THE SKY -Bill Cole
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 know That you punched a hole in the sky.
My Soul Is In The Sky -Bill Cole
Congrats on your jumping You are a success, You've proved you could do it It wasn't a guess. And now when you dive out And fly in the blue, You'll be part of the sky And the sky part of you.
Other people in freefall Will look at your face And witness your pleasure While falling through space. You'll do tracking and hookups And in all that you do, You'll be part of the sky And the sky part of you.
A thousand thrills waiting As you thrust out the door And the wind hits your face As your feet leave the floor. You truly are flying Like a bird in the blue With your soul in the sky And its beauty in you.
I knew all along That you'd leap out that door, It wasn't so long from 03 to 04, Determination was present There was nothing to fear, Now the sky is all yours And you'll have to buy beer.
*Dedicated to Cindy Norris, who , when she was learning, was having some difficulty in going into Freefall skydiving. She is now an experienced skydiver.
The Path That I Chose By Bill Cole D-41
When I began jumping in sixty-two Rules for safety were well defined, But as time went on and more jumps were made I began to change my mind. I knew in my heart I could do much more And the old book of rules I could close, When I jumped without chute, they gave me the boot But that was the path that I chose.
CSPA cried foul, and they tried their best To obstruct every jump that I made, They had no success and the public enjoyed The parachute game that I played. Low openings soon were my specialty And their tempers quickly arose, But they gave to me, good publicity, And that was the path that I chose.
Then came some high jumps, six miles and more, The record for Canada's skies, Its a fact they were free jumps, time after time In spite of CSPA's cries. "Suspend him for life", "suspend him again", Some jumpers would loudly propose, But I didn't mind, I was very well paid And that was the path that I chose.
Jumps were made in the summertime In the wonderful skies of blue, A thrill to the crowd that came to watch, To see skydiving that was new. Jumps also were made in wintertime, And sometimes we nearly froze, Memories in log books, one by one, Cause that was the path I chose.
Canadian jump records for day and for night That have lasted for many years, Jumps made by Descenders Parateam As CSPA shed their tears. Their members should have been quiet about The things that they liked to oppose, I felt sorry for them, but it just had to be, Because that was the path that I chose.
Those jumps got me sponsors, a wonderful thing, Equipment supplied to the team, Reputation was growing as each year went past I was living a skydiver's dream. Airshows, commercials, and movies and such Till old age my career would close, I had a great time, and I have no regrets Because that was the path that I chose.
We did break some rules, but most were just bent So requirements made could be filled, Twas fortunate for myself and the team That no one had ever got killed. I'll be first to admit when all has been done And in death both my eyes will close, While is sure was fun, broken bones and all, I thank God for the path I chose.
HOW A HUMAN CAN FLY-Bill Cole
As the dawn broke in the cool morning air And the day bid goodbye to the night, Skydivers awoke to a beautiful day And I welcomed that wonderful sight. My heart skipped a beat when the engines roared And the Otter came to life with a blast, The first load was ready and climbed on board, I was amazed they got ready so fast.
White cotton castles adrift on the breeze, A background of deep sapphire blue, Cumulus fingers reaching up in the sky, Like their searching for skydivers who Inhabit this place in a long dive to earth And then land on the emerald green, With the gleam of the sun on the sweet morning dew, It's fulfilling a skydiver's dream.
I looked at the plane as its wheels left the ground And it clawed its way into the sky, It told me that other freefalling souls Would soon show how some humans can fly. I noticed the windsock was hugging the pole And the plane was now high in the sky, The sound of the engines was much quieter now And I watched with a jealous eye.
It wasn't too long till the P.A. announced That the Otter was right overhead, A dozen heads tilted and eyes turned up, Aware of what had been said. Twelve thousand feet and the plane levelled off And made its way over the zone, The jumpers were ready, they moved to the door, They got the green light and were gone.
Like out of a jug their bodies were poured Into air that deflects as they go, Motorless men in directional flight Build formations while I watch from below. Precision and care at incredible speeds As each person flies into their slot, They nod to each other, there is no need of words, Satisfaction is what they have got.
The dytter is sounding , its time to break off With reluctance their grips are undone, The formation is broken, they seek out a space And their chutes open into the sun. A quick look around, and like one they all head For the green grassy flat of the zone, These people have flown like the birds in the sky, A pleasure few people have known.
But this is the sport that is one of a kind And too few of earth's people have tried, Perhaps its because some did not get it right, And perhaps because some of them died. But to know how to fly is a wonder to those Who never have heeded the call, They're stuck on the ground and they won't realize The ability to fly as they fall.
So listen to stories told after a flight, Of the wonder of flying the blue, And you'll understand then that its more than a sport And its possible even for you. So sign up your name on that old dotted line, Get instruction, get into the sky, You'll never regret that you've taken that step And you learned how a human can fly.