truckerjean 0 #1 April 12, 2009 100 words - wing The wanton breeze, blowing fickle, flickering candle flames and tendrils of loose hair, making me long to fly once again. Da Vinci had it right. I lift my arms, showing a graceful pose to the city lights far below, and lean far over the cement barrier between me and my love. With only a bit of pain, wings push through and form solid on my back. Beautiful orange, yellow, and purple feathers meld into a soothing golden glow. I gently brush tears from my face with their tips then hold them out proudly for the wind to catch. I fly.can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BIGUN 1,065 #2 April 12, 2009 Nobody has time to listen; because they're desperately chasing the need of being heard. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
skydiverbry 0 #3 April 12, 2009 What's the inspiration for ALL the poetry today?Notice all your post were poetry. Just wondering Bry-------------------------------------------------- Growing old is mandatory.Growing up is optional!! D.S.#13(Dudeist Skdiver) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #4 April 16, 2009 I miss the merry peeping of tiny toads I miss their language when the day is done The calm, cold comfort of new life that I can't possess. To worship on their every note would be so comforting right now but I only hear the birds calling singing laughing at me waiting The birds, they always come first they know stuff stuff about life and moondrops on Angels that I will only wish to feel Those crazy-loud birds flying in a way that I can only dream about and hatching a new-borne promise of enlightenment. I worry that I won't live long enough to know what the birds said about me. Blue Skies!can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #5 April 16, 2009 I just wanted to show another side of me to anyone who still knows me, and my Johnnie and Debs who knew me best, and I guess I wanted to just share a bit of my soul with you all, just in case... Trying so hard to be a "cool" skydiver, loved by everyone doesn't really make you cool or even loved if nobody really knows who you are. This is me, just me, Jeannie, a skydiver, sure, but a thinker and a poet and a geeky wanna-be, and a person filled with a need for love and living my life with integrity;a lovely person and a bitch, and an enigma even to myself. So, I give this to you freely, and I know in my heart and soul that one word of my kind, goofy soul might make a difference in yours. Just hoping, and hoping is all that life is. Why do you ask? teehee!can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
skydiverbry 0 #6 April 16, 2009 Like I said just wondering. Always be yourself,that's what make you a "cool" skydiver Bry-------------------------------------------------- Growing old is mandatory.Growing up is optional!! D.S.#13(Dudeist Skdiver) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #7 May 3, 2009 The cone drips sweet and sticky down my hand Eat it fast! Don't stop 'till it's done! So hot under me , the pavement. Pound it fast lest my tender sole burn. The shine, it burns my eyes! I close them with a sigh of ecstasy and still I see the painful color of heat. Liquid, flowing over my body, in my mouth; I drink it and lick my parched lips. I want more now. More heat , more fluid, more pounding Delicious ice cream, sliding over my tongue, cooling my need. The lifeguard's whistle shrills. I get out of the pool.can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #8 October 6, 2009 100 words - grotto The mist has come over me now, a fog that seeps into my core, muddling everything around me. I pant and cry and run to no avail; I am enshrouded. These things that I should know elude me and I am desperate, eager to explore the grottos of my once brilliant mind. I struggle from this age-inflicted sarcophagus, and sweep the webs from the entrance to my soul. I see a dim light in the distance and labor towards it. I want to feel the cool air of reason on my skin. The cold, clean water of thought trickling down the passageways of synapse.can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #9 December 13, 2009 A Good Life blown in the wind like the seeds of a dandelion; merry unto the last hillside, floating o'er the pond's sprinkling sunlight whispered memories blackened by precious time thoughts turn to living weightless.can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
shropshire 0 #10 December 13, 2009 Oh to be a catapillar, Life would be a farce, Sliding down a cabbage leaf and landing on your arse... (.)Y(.) Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
truckerjean 0 #11 December 13, 2009 QuoteOh to be a catapillar, Life would be a farce, Sliding down a cabbage leaf and landing on your arse... Nice! I just started a new thread "poet's corner." Come and visit! :)can I borrow a jump ticket real quick? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
