TIME FLIES
What’s that buzzing around?
An unquantifiably annoying sound,
Someone must have left the screen door open again!!!
Just when I thought I captured Time in a bottle,
I’m being plagued by a swarm of fleeting hours and dirty second hands,
Time Flies and Time Bandits coming at us full throttle,
They don’t heed man-made will or law,
They don’t care what you think,
Sometimes you can slow them with an ointment,
But most often……… Time doesn’t stand still till it’s sipping through your straw while you’re trying to stop and have a drink.
The Heavy Hummingbird
Welcome to the banquet,
Barreling with a buzz,
The Flying Fortress taking air,
Witnessing flights of fancy and fuzz,
The bloom and petal could never quite prepare,
Stewart Helmetcrest is coming for dinner,
Here enter the gluttonous galoot,
Merry-go-round the grinner,
Slurping the sap down to the root,
Bristling brandy shots standing on the brink,
He holds tightly to branch and limb,
Cause he knows better than to try to fly when he has a drink.
Slip Kid (The Flying Squid)
Splish!!!….. Splash!!!
Just a hop, jump, and a skip, kid,
Somewhere between a flutter and a sputter,
Zooming through the air and then gone in a flash,
Just a zing, zang, and a zip, kid,
Eight arms and an inkwell doodle,
An inky dinky slinky,
Spray at the first signs of trouble,
Ready to write and run on the double,
Just a poodle, noodle, propel and a Blue ska doo doodle,
He’s a slip kid, slip kid,
Hard to hold and get a grip, kid,
He’s a slip kid, slip kid,
Go on a fantastic trip, kid!!!
To avoid sleeping with the fishes,
He’ll shoot for the stars,
Luck in the air, Luck may be a lady,
Lucky be in the sea,
Find that Lucky shimmer in the sky,
You’ll surely get three wishes,
Just don’t ever ask her, “Why?”
He’s a slip kid, slip kid,
More than just a hop, jump and a skip, kid,
Somewhere between the ocean and space,
Something akin to an alien, bird, and fish,
Going Splish!!! ……Splash!!!
Skip, skip, skippety skip, kid,
There goes the one and only Flying Squid!!!!!
The Northern Red Bishop Shows his Chicks How to Fly
He’s a bishop of souls,
A bishop of the sky,
Showing pawns how and where to move,
Showing them how to fly,
Makes him a “good bishop”, a pretty good father,
And an all around genuine good guy.
ZEROS (Flying Aces Learn Some Higher Math)
Zeros, the Jukebox Heroes
Playing AC/DC
Doing deeds and Long Division dirt cheap,
Ring those bells
Riding a Riff that never Fails,
Trigonomic Therapy with Infectious Grooves,
Write the Problem out
To see what the Theorem proves;
Diving through the Deep Purple haze
Subtle as a Hush,
X – YYZ, a fantastic Addition
Rendering our favorite rendition in a Rush;
Casting aside self destructive Tendencies,
Calculating without Technological Dependencies,
There’s no Suicide Solution
To this “paltry Geometric dilemma”,
Its easy enough
To find The Root of All Evil,
666 – The Number of the Beast:
Its a Common Denominator that is always Least;
Instead, we choose to be Aces flying High,
Breaking the Bilateral Plane,
Holding onto the Prime Number – Seven,
Always ascend at the Right Angle
and know that every Zero that follows His Lead
Will make the Grade and get into Heaven.
The Great Honk
Nestled in the Hollow,
Retired to Chambers of Matrimonial bliss;
My skin was raised
and my teeth were a constant chatter
As I squeezed in a snuggle
With a Goodnight Kiss;
My Darling said, “Dear, what’s the matter?”
To which I earnestly did respond,
“Your ceiling fan is making me cold
and freezing up the pond.”
That brought about the usual reply,
“Well, I’m hot and what’s good for the Goose is good for the Gander!!!”
Tired and frustrated by that standard Bonk
I mindfully watched my phrasology
So that all that escaped from my mouth was, “GREAT HONK!”
And right then and there
I initiated the annual trend
– So now, every Winter
…..all of us Geese say it and start flying South.
The Rockhopper Ruse – A Penguin Dust Conspiracy
Evil Emperors,
All hail the King
Hatching fiendish Plots of Royal debauchery
with hideous beak and nefarious wing,
Always running in Arctic circles
Currents carry the sinister twist
of a craftily Crested Colony
Arising from Galapagos mist;
Bless the day
We damn the Torpedoes
of those maniacal midgets
Capped with Crowns and sporting little black and white Tuxedos,
Low down and dirty Rockhoppers
Ready and willing to rule the world,
Doomed and determined to try
Having only one obstacle standing in their way:
The silly Chilly Willies are still waiting ….to learn how to fly!!!
Sunda Colugo (Flying Lemur)
Beyond the trees
Beyond belief
Colugo takes to the skies
Gliding through the forest
to find the sweetest leaf;
He finds an unlikely surprise
– a guitar with so many strings
That he giddily plays
As he sings,
“I can’t believe my eyes!”
Even though he usually plays a six string, its not hard to imagine that Steve Howe has more strings than that. = >
Fun fact: The flying lemur (which isn’t really a lemur) can glide up to 100 meters with minimal loss of altitude. Whoa!!!
The Metamorphic Armature of the Fruit Piecing Moth
With eyes wide open
For the very first time,
Light breaks the Dawn
Blessing your New Birth,
Holding to the Promise
We keep Hope in,
Over trial and tree that all must climb
Goes the Fledgling of the forest
Crawling across the lawn,
Oblivious to bestowed Power
And uncertain of your Worth;
There’s no place to stop
No time to slow down and rest,
Seek and you will find
Pray without ceasing in your Quest,
Be strengthened and Transformed
By renewing the Chrysalis of the Mind,
Preparing for the Showdown and the Test
To discern Powers of the Air
Embracing Friend and chasing away Uninvited Guest;
A Free flying Soul,
Pilot in the Sky of Dreams
Holy a Part, a Part of the Whole,
Clothed in Truth and Righteousness
Driven by the Peace that heals and redeems,
Secure in Salvation
Repelling Enemy fire with Faithful Shield,
Mighty in the Spirit of the Lord
And skilled with the Sword
Saints and Warriors are charged to Wield,
So stay Patient and Pure
in persistent pursuits
Knowing that as you are Growing
You will start showing
You are Maturing in your Armature
And ready to partake of the Sacred Fruits.
Ephesians 6:10-18
The Armor of God
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
Romans 12:2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
Galatians 5:22
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
Starship
Stars shimmer
and comets flash
blazing their trails
across celestial skies;
planets dance
and court their moons in promenade
making the Lunas blush into eclipse
as they hide their eyes;
nebula clusters erupt
with color bursts
and I expand my universe
as I cruise in my starship
exploring the cosmos
by Revelation’s enterprise.
Stage Diver
The flying fox
– leader of his band,
the river rocks
by his command;
soaring high
by aquatic freeways
– emerging from the dark of night
freefalling into the light;
fearless stage diver,
an easy glider
causing the audience to stand
and scat
– clearing the way
…..for this charismatic acrobat.
Heres a double shot for ya:
Permanent Vacation
I’ve been
LIVIN’ ON THE EDGE
and my HEART’S DONE TIME,
now I’m stepping away
from the ledge
to WALK THIS WAY
so I can GET THE LEAD OUT
and DRAW THE LINE;
I’m taking a PERMANENT VACATION
to THE OTHER SIDE
with MY GIRL
so we can DREAM ON
with SWEET EMOTIONS
till we find the perfect COMBINATION
of drink and PINK
to MAKE IT;
my LAST CHILD
is playing with TOYS IN THE ATTIC
releasing the bats in my belfry
– such a SIGHT FOR SORE EYES
and the reactions are AUTOMATIC
as I return
to learn WHAT IT TAKES
to shoot and win
when I’m BACK IN THE SADDLE again.
Got some leave time and a special project I’m working on. Might be a couple of weeks till our next post. Peace and blessings! = >
PieLOTS
Moving on up
to the top,
reaching for my piece of the pie;
keep on reaching
– don’t ever stop
soaring with the upper crust,
a first class ride
– defying gravity
with lift and thrust;
learning to fly
and doing maneuvers right
with aircraft control
and moderation of flight;
“Jesus take the Wheel!”
cause my will just won’t;
and if I’m a gobbler
of this cobbler
…..I just might
……..crash this diet
…………with one more bite!!!!
Catchy little rock tune with some killer Hammond b-3. “Pilots” by Dramagods.
This is about being able to pursue dreams and personal ambition while learning to keep perspective and control in the midst of turbulence, temptation, and trials. Remember that God gives us free will to fly our own planes; but without His navigation we will – in and of ourselves…..self destruct.
RAWK
I rise above
the challenges of the day;
overcoming all obstructions
placed in my way.
I fly on high
– like a flaming Red Hawk;
and I say,
“Bring it on!”
….. cause I’m ready to ROCK!!!!
……on a wing and a prayer – its always enough! = >
The Manic Minstrel 