She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight
Russian jets being the enemy to be hit
Her missiles were old like her plane
But it was a good one well built
Serviced by her mechanics to perform
When ordered to do by her
She the tip of the spear just a gal
Reason I love my mistress the pilot
Defending our nation each and every day
She already ...
Saturday 28th May 2022 8:52 pm
A Pilot's Joke / Michael Kwack
Once upon a time there lived a flying man
Who kept flying on, never thinking of landing...
One day accidently he had to land
Somewhere, or nowhere, on the sand....
After having lived alone very happily ever after,
He left a poem in the sand when he finally left his land,
I used to love sand,
For, where there'...
Saturday 18th July 2020 3:34 pm
garnets and emeralds
the pretty girl
puts on some blusher
from her compact case
on it is an image
just like her
a pre-raphaelite print
this girl scans the sky
her eyes always above
she watches the planes
go out and come back
for she counts them all
one by one
is her guy up there?
or is he missing?
she remembers him
and cares for his comrades
the girl who counts the plane...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 4:56 pm
Girl Love Stars
My Hayabusa girl
War sky fight on till my end!
Hold my hand
Love my heart
Gal stars wife dear
I love you always
Always always always
Till we meet again
Gal with the stars
Wednesday 14th February 2018 4:06 pm
This poem has its origins long ago in a jaunt on the Mississippi river on board the paddle-steamer SS Natchez.
As water-light dances through cabin blinds
in scintillant counterpoint to her chattering bow,
a brooding threnody of whistles fills up the big boat's horizon-lines;
the mate checks the bearing of her painted prow.
Well-worn warrior of river life, paddles slap...
Tuesday 19th December 2017 12:18 pm
So you are a fighter pilot in one of today’s latest jets.
Tell me what it is like to fly, to fight and to die in the air?
All of the crushing g-forces and dizzying changes
of direction happening all at once.
I bet that there’s no glory in your battles,
only pain, mutilation and death.
But this is your game, an aerial ballet
of chess wher...
Sunday 18th March 2012 7:59 pm
We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...
Tuesday 6th March 2012 5:44 pm
CONTACT IS LOST
A dozen blips circle each other on a radar screen. All given a number and speed, some fade and wink out like some kid’s space invader game.
Now eight remain, all moving on the screen like fireflies in the night.
In the real world jet fighters claw each other from the sky to either live or to die.
As each plane flares in a missile blast the pilot dies ...
Friday 9th September 2011 11:09 pm