Tag: Flying

  • Haiku No. 82

    The mighty who fly

    Headlong facing adventures

    Never looking back

  • Taking Flight

    Who ever thought of taking flight?
    Those who were born without wings.
    It makes no sense to leave the ground
    Chasing foolish dreams.

    The gods took flight and only got burned,
    Surely mortals would never fly.
    The Renaissance brought failed designs,
    Structures impossibly heavy for the sky.

    Then mechanics from a city bike shop,
    Two brothers and a foolish team.
    Set out for some remote sandy dunes
    With wood, fabric, an engine, and a dream.

    Today we assume everyone takes flight,
    The entitlement of people to travel.
    But no one will venture beyond the sun,
    A problem too difficult to unravel.

  • Haiku No. 66

    Why should we take flight? 

    Highly mobile on two feet 

    We fall, we don’t soar 

  • Out of the Blue

    I can’t explain why airplanes
    sometimes fall out of the sky.
    Even after half a lifetime
    spent learning to fly.
    Aerodynamics, meteorology,
    jet engines, and hydraulics.
    Oxygen, electrical systems,
    fuel and avionics.

    Fortunate to attend,
    lucky to complete training.
    Spent a season flying the around world
    and complaining.
    Then I got called back
    to where it all began.
    Creating new aviators
    from pedestrians.

    I’ve been rolled upside down
    by mistake.
    But my plane flew out of it
    once clear of the wake.
    One autopilot tried diving us
    straight into the ground.
    But emergency procedures kicked in
    and we went around.

    So why do some airplanes
    simply break apart?
    Raining down with men and women
    dear to my heart.
    Watching the flight recorder
    and hearing the tape.
    Why did God chose them
    but let me escape?

    Billions of dollars
    and millions of hours.
    Over-engineered
    and often over-powered.
    But sometimes things go wrong
    and good people die.
    And I cry out loud
    and still wonder why God, why?

  • Morning Formal Brief

    Time hack zero five hundred

    Anxiety runs high for students in the room

    Instructors sit back waiting on perfection

    We hear weather and notices to air mission

    Aircraft systems and the emergency procedure of the day

    Students squirm while the instructors grow bored

    Zero five thirty and the formalities must end

    It’s time to brief individual flights

    The takeoff schedule waits on no one

  • Haiku No. 45

    Dancing through high clouds

    Upside down pull through the loop

    Thrill of solo flight

  • Lift Off

    Push throttles engines

    roar rolling down runway pull

    yoke lift off crosscheck