Quotes about flier
Three figures of Beethoven
Hawks could teach bullets a thing or two —
see one precisely repeating
the terrified unpredictable zigzags
of a mountain pipit.
And gulls and aeroplanes — can a plane
turn over and backwards and
slam stunningly into the sea — to re-emerge
with a ruffle and begin unwinding
the same long spool of flight?
These are swift and beautiful. But watch
for the gull, the slow flier, the airy loiterer
that can pause, dead still,
curved on the air
like a hand on a breast.
poem by Norman MacCaig
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I've always been a good flier. I love the whole experience.
quote by Erika Christensen
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Be a military flier or be in a band; those were the two hippest things I could imagine.
quote by Nick Lowe
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There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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I'm a Loser
I'm a loser
I'm a creep
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
I'm whatever you want me to be
I'm a brain
I'm a tool
I'm a waste
I'm a fool
I'm whatever does it for you
I'm armed with low self-esteem
I'm tired of applying to others' needs
I'm gone from all sense of sanity
I'm ready to blow off some steam
I'm a judge
I'm a jury
I'm a gun
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poem by Christian Rivera
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and I said... no, no...
I wrote the sonnet about the spring,
and suddenly he, nice,
high flier as gladly,
like super star from the screen.
tshitrt the white put, and he had
trousers, of the same colour.
and hair like the tar.
in the sun a colour gleamed black.
I stood in the door, into him stared.
when he charmingly smiled,
and asked - whether for Madam, will be
willing to buy tickets... to....
farther... I didn't hear.
him star, unfortunately, dim.
my the muse escaped,
and I said... no, no...to him...
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poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Bird On A Wire
Bird on a wire, up there much higher
than the poeple on the ground.
Do you observe all those you see
or stay intent on what you've found?
That sitting on a wire is just a good perch
that provides you a place to rest.
You may be joined by others of your kind
and that can't happen in a nest.
Bird on a wire, such a good flier,
it amazes me how you land.
You travel from wire to wire as if
you are making a stand
saying
'This is my place. Yours is below
and you may look up to me.
You would not trade places. Neither would I
for it's dangerous up here you see.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Investment Apology
Investment Apology
In this air I do aspire
to appeal and make aware, -
Allah answer all anger -
else ague appear and attract ire
Bait can but bate the buyer!
Brokers must the market bear,
bidding board while bulls be bear,
blare is bare and boars betire.
Why cry the creator’s choir?
Calm your coma, clear your care!
Come, seek and call the cover.
Can still the chartists’ charts inquire!
Dost dearly dollar desire?
Dabbler dare, don’t disappear, -
dealer’s drear or in despair,
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Flash Frog
Walking down this quiet country road
that I’d never walked down before.
A bullfrog jumped out in front of me
and said, “Hey man what’s the score? ”
I must admit I was surprised by him,
and by the way he rolled his cigar.
I also liked how he spun his cane,
he had style to spare by the jar.
As he spoke his gold and diamond teeth
sparkled, and made me close my eyes.
“Hey man, has some cat took your tongue
to swot away those pesky flies.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t understand your question,
what do you mean, what’s the score? ”
“I mean how are you doin’ today my man
and are you jumping off the floor? ”
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poem by Orlando Belo
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Tommy Corrigan
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace --
Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase.
It's right enough, while horses pull and take their faces strong,
To rush a flier to the front and bring the field along;
Bur what about the last half-mile, with horses blown and beat --
When every jump means all you know to keep him on his feet.
When any slip means sudden death -- with wife and child to keep --
It needs some nerve to draw the whip and flog him at the leap --
But Corrigan would ride them out, by danger undismayed,
He never flinched at fence or wall, he never was afraid;
With easy seat and nerve of steel, light hand and smiling face,
He held the rushing horses back, and made the sluggards race.
He gave the shirkers extra heart, he steadied down the rash,
He rode great clumsy boring brutes, and chanced a fatal smash;
He got the rushing Wymlet home that never jumped at all --
But clambered over every fence and clouted every wall.
You should have heard the cheers, my boys, that shook the members' stand
Whenever Tommy Corrigan weighed out to ride Lone Hand.
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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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