321seeya 0 #1 September 15, 2003 Just curious if any has any cool poems about Skydiving...If not get off your arse and write one.... Heres one I wrote... Up In the Air Adrenaline pumping as you climb inside, Everyone smiling eyes open wide. Engines roaring as the beast starts to soar, vibrations in your butt can be felt through the floor. Seatbelts done tightly till you get to a grand, then quickly released by the touch of your hand. Relaxed in your own world thinking about, the things you will do when you jump out. A two way? A four, a six or an eight? Time the exit perfect so you don’t come in late. Sitfly or headdown, a group or just one, you ought to try freefly – Freaks have the fun! Awake from the trance and open the door, step out of the plane and off you will soar. Just position your body into the wind, and feel the rush as you begin to descend. Thirteen, and twelve, eleven then ten - nine, eight and seven the free fall will end. Break off at six, track right past five, pull above three and you’ll still be alive. You’re now under canopy, twirling around , nylon and string slowing your fall to the ground. Look over your shoulder, and remember to take care – if you turn right or left that no one is there. Spotting your target, and flying that way so that you land at the DZ and don’t ruin your day. Fly over the target, and hook it for fun, toe to the earth, drag your foot and then run. Your canopy just floats to the earth and then rests, Until when it again can put your skills to the test. Walk it back to the hangar and treat it with care, for your life depends on it when you’re up in the air. -------------DJ 2003 Blue SKies and Bright Beer lights! DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #2 September 15, 2003 No other cool poems about the coolest sport around? Come on guys..... BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jtval 0 #3 September 15, 2003 heres 2 that I wrote a skydive song- is a song i worte so the whuffos mihgt think its about a releationship until they uinderstood itsnot JUst abou that A band of thieves is abou one jump in particularMy photos My Videos Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #4 September 15, 2003 I like the second one! That was cool... Se there kids its not that difficult..post up.... DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #5 September 15, 2003 How about this one about a guy I know named Zak. He was always trying to put tracking dives together so I though this was fitting: There once was a guy named Zak, Who could track really fast on his back. He would sweep his arms in with a shit eating grin... And leave the guys back in the pack.... BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lawrocket 3 #6 September 15, 2003 See Lutz fall. Fall, Fall, Fall. To about 5000 feet AGL. See Lutz pull. Pull, Pull, Pull, Pull. The red cushy cutaway handle See JM Pull Pull, Pull, Pull The pilot and main cutaway See JM pull Pull Pull Pull Pull Silver Reserve at 1K See Lutz Steer Steer, steer, steer, steer. Into the big power lines See Lutz Sue. Sue, sue, sue, sue. It's thrown out and now Lutz, he whines My wife is hotter than your wife. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #7 September 15, 2003 Interesting, but did lutz sign a waiver waiver waiver waiver? More on the whole waiver story, but Ill save that for another post... BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
skypuppy 1 #8 September 16, 2003 Well, you asked for it... Ode to Skydiving The pilot's right on, There's time to relax, And think of the skydance ahead... You know in your heart There's no better place to be... 'Cept maybe with someone in bed! A blast of warm air as the door opens The world revealed to sight. Jump run begun, Life looking up. Your face is grim, But you're smiling inside. You start to climb out Against the rush of the air. Feet dangling, you look back inside. They're all in their places, Rock forward, then go... Up here there is no place to hide. The pilot's a renegade The plane's all beat up Our gear isn't even the best But when we're flying high Chasing clouds through the sky We're like heroes fulfilling a questIf some old guy can do it then obviously it can't be very extreme. Otherwise he'd already be dead. Bruce McConkey 'I thought we were gonna die, and I couldn't think of anyone Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
prepheckt 0 #9 September 16, 2003 Here at the Academy, we have a jump class that everyone can take, where everyone's first jump is solo..basically it's a hop and pop...this was sent to me from someone who was a cadet jumpmaster on the jump team here. One of his students wrote it. August 2001…FREEFALL All hands to the center united as one Our dreams strung together our journey begun Each one of us striving to conquer our fears Find a place in our minds where all angst disappears With a silent guitar riff to our minds we retreat An inspiring tune hides all thoughts of defeat Our eyes are telltale as the altitude climbs Focused gazes of uncertainty windows to our minds Now the door is pulled open our goggles are down I glance through the doorway and stare at the ground Suddenly a gust of sharp wind hits my face As the first of my comrades is sucked into space I take a deep breath and prepare to take flight As one by one falls away out of sight The jumpmaster points as my heart skips a beat Shouts "stand in the door" as I rise to my feet Emerging from shelter as if by thunder I'm struck To the winds which attack me I plead for my luck I hold on for dear life to the plane's narrow wall Automatic response to that heart stopping call Cannot hear myself speak as I release my iron grip Step into the whirlwind as it cracks like a whip Yet I strangely don't fall as I plummet from sight As from heaven to earth like an angel I fly I soar through the sky like an eagle in flight Against the tearing winds I fight The smallest twitch a crooked breath Present a seemingly insurmountable test Endless barrel rolls flips and turns I instinctively resort to that which I've learned I arch for dear life as earthbound I fly Struggling to catch onto a piece of the sky I search for the ripcord pull with all of my might One last moment of freedom as I save my own life And then opening shock jerks my mind back to earth As I gaze at the sky watch the canopy unfurl As I drift back to earth and the ground's coming near My soul in invincible forgetting all fear For if my soul should die before my body land I will have known the touch of God's gentle hand For to soar through the sky like an eagle in flight Is to test faith and courage and conquer all fright My heart now knows freedom my soul knows no fear I have flown with the angels into heaven I've peered."Dancing Argentine Tango is like doing calculus with your feet." -9 toes Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jimmytavino 16 #10 September 16, 2003 QuoteNo other cool poems about the coolest sport around? Come on guys..... .... Sept. 16th.... the anniversary of my first static line parachute jump,,, ( AND my first airplane ride !! ).... a long time ago I composed a poem which partially expressed the emotion of that day... at your incentive I share it now..... Just One... There was a voice inside me I'd hear it now and then when days were warm or skies were blue or I was with a friend. It started soft with gentle urges but grew and grew in leaps and surges 'til from my mouth as if a shout! one day I said,,, or blurted out!!! " For sure ! why not? It might be fun a parachute jump! from a plane ! ,,, just one" I'd heard about it once or twice, and always thought it would be nice ... to float around, and look way down check out the ground.... not make a sound... Well the chance arose,, one free Fall day and some friends and I ,,, we made our way through what it was one had to do.... to safely make a jump or two. I can tell you now,,,, it was pretty hairy.. The time was near,, my mind unclear and things were looking scarey.... What are you doing? Is It safe? are you sure? said that little voice inside me. But I reassured myself and said,,, "I have my head to guide me". "for just this once,,,, I'll do this thing and leave a plane in flight... and make some friends and have some laughs and it'll be over by tonight." So UP I went and out the door and to my surprise, came back for more... Well it's been a while since that Autumn day and many jumps have gone their way... The early days of aprehension are gone my friend... there is no tension. Now jumping's MORE than "lots of fun" and think,,,, it started with.... Just One. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites 321seeya 0 #11 September 16, 2003 Those are some greta pieces of work! A.D.I.D.A.S. (All Day I Dream About Skydiving) DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Schwing 0 #12 September 16, 2003 Whuffos always take the symbolism and ignore the skydiving. Cos they don't get it. It's kind of lame anyway, wrote it when i only had a few jumps... but here ya go... Falling I have fallen. Weekly, now, I fall. I grip the fear by the neck and squeeze. I squeeze, I squeeze, both hands gripped tight, white knuckles, nails hurting. The fear no longer breathes. Its face is as still as a doll’s. It cannot bite me. I bite, I fall into the air and bite a pure, clean reality. The air takes on its own texture, thickened by the speed of my descent. It is become my strength, my kinetic empowerment. I am not falling now. I fly. My every movement in this rare playground is magnified. I see you, intense, bright in the sunlight. In this nothingness we are both everything. In falling we are free - our secret, addiction. But only we know it, you and me. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites 321seeya 0 #13 September 16, 2003 Thats good, why do you same its lame? Heres one I wrote Im sure most of us can relate to... Its called the Cost? of Jumping Cost? Of Jumping I used to wake up in the morning, frustrated and stressed out, Listening to my bill collectors call to fuss and pout. I used to always worry, worry about it all, That’s before I took the plunge and experienced freefall. I started with my savings, I spent it all on gear. My first month of skydiving, I maxxed my VISA out on beer. I disconnected service, had em turn off my telephone, Figured I didn’t need it -- because now I’m never home. Gathered my belongings, sold them one by one, Used the money I made from selling them to jump and have some fun. I found out about the boogies, and at the time I was totally broke, Asked the bank for a short term loan and that asked me if it was a joke, So I started looking, for more stuff I could sell, When I decided to sell my house, my family didn’t take it very well. It brought in enough money, to go to World FreeFall Ive got no house, no car, no bills, no responsibilities at all. Now I wake up in the morning, and look up at the sky, Grab my rig, run out to the plane to fly up ohh so high. Now I jump all the time, and live life to the fullest extend, The best part is, I live with my friends at the DZ and pay no rent. Bright Beer Lights... DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites 321seeya 0 #14 September 16, 2003 Where have all of the poets gone? Lymrics are cool too! DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites 321seeya 0 #15 September 16, 2003 Anybody...Anybody...Bueller...Bueller.... BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites GARYC24 3 #16 September 17, 2003 I'm not much of a poet, in case ya didn't know it. And I'll drink no wine before it's time. BUT, I thought of this post last night whilst in my ASL1 class,thought I'd share.. It's next month Wed. Oct. 15 noon-12:50 in Oxnard Ca. Oxnard College. "GRANDMA RATIONALIZES an ENTHUSIASM for SKYDIVING" Oxnard Poet Joyce LaMers will read poems from her book ( Millie Grazie Press) and other more serious ans award winning poems published in national journals and anthologies. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites manifestbitch 0 #17 September 18, 2003 Not really a poem or anything...just some thoughts from my 1st jump: __________________________________________________ ....and i could stay here forever. with the kiss of the world on my body, the sweet touch of freedom fills my soul.....-so this is what it's like to be me-.... I saw myself in the sunset, i heard my voice in the wind. I smelled the sweet scent of autum, felt life's kiss play upon my lips...and now life begins. I faintly feel the harness grow tight, hear a soft whisper in the sky. The world stops turning, my mind flies free. The silence of the sky is beauty in it's purest form...forgive me, i've lost my words. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites 321seeya 0 #18 September 18, 2003 Awesome! Very Well put... I am currently working on another poem called Titties and Beer... Not Quite as serious though..... Gig 'Em Aggies! (Alumni Class of 98) BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites SpeedRacer 1 #19 September 18, 2003 Here's a poem called "Lines on Ale" by Edgar Allen Poe: Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain. Quaintest thoughts-queerest fancies, Come to life and fade away: What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today. Speed Racer -------------------------------------------------- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Paige 0 #20 November 25, 2003 That was a really good poem. I posted my two skydiving poems under the other poetry thread. Check em out, let me know what you think. My don't rhyme but they are free verse. I'm trying to get them published and my professor said that it would be easier to do if they didn't rhyme. I had to hold back at some points in the poem and not rhyme but man it does make it a lot harder to write a poem that way. I learned a lot from my teacher who is an amazing poet. Send me some poems in a PM if you get a chance. I really enjoyed this one. Miss ya much Tunnel Pink Mafia Delegate www.TunnelPinkMafia.com Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites chuteless 1 #21 November 25, 2003 here is two poems...not about skydiving, but 1 maybe of interest, especially if you are interested in World War II. BOMBER CREW 1943 Will I get home again? The day had started warm and bright Its good to be alive, But what will happen by tonight Cause we take off at five. We go to bomb our country's foe Across the channel wide, Who knows if I'll get back again, So many went and died. I think of when I was a lad, My father was around, He surely didnt raise me up To crash on foreign ground. Oh how I miss those days of yore It was so peaceful then, Who knows if after this day's gone If I'll get home again. Our Lancs will have their bellies stuffed With many tons of death , And always when above the foe I'll surely lose my breath. The inky sky is cold and dark, They're firing at our plane, Will we get in to drop our bombs? Will I get back again? Wave after wave of bombers fly Toward the target zone, The searchlights shine from far below, They get one in a cone. A hit is taken on its wing It spouts an orange flame, The crew bails out, and then I ask Will I get back again? The Pathfinders have marked the spot, Our target is so clear, The bombs are dropped, a voice calls out, Get my ass out of here. The engines roar and up we go To level off our plane, It looks like we have done our job, And I'll get back again. The lights of London shine below, The Channel slips behind, I'll soon be sleeping in my bunk, I hope with peace of mind. With every mission that we fly Its like an old refrain, Cause I will pray through dark of night That I'll get back again. I hope this fighting soon will stop And peace will come to all, And only stars are in the sky, And not a bomb will fall. I really know within my heart That war is so insane. I hope this war will soon be won, And I'll get home again. The Great Horned Owl Up in the pine tree Dark and green, The great Horned Owl Is seldom seen. He scans the forest floor below A long eared Jack runs to and fro The owl swoops down With velvet wing The long eared Jack Wont hear a thing. Some rustling leaves With spots of red, The long eared Jack So swiftly dead. Bill Cole Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Join the conversation You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account. Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible. Reply to this topic... × Pasted as rich text. 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321seeya 0 #11 September 16, 2003 Those are some greta pieces of work! A.D.I.D.A.S. (All Day I Dream About Skydiving) DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Schwing 0 #12 September 16, 2003 Whuffos always take the symbolism and ignore the skydiving. Cos they don't get it. It's kind of lame anyway, wrote it when i only had a few jumps... but here ya go... Falling I have fallen. Weekly, now, I fall. I grip the fear by the neck and squeeze. I squeeze, I squeeze, both hands gripped tight, white knuckles, nails hurting. The fear no longer breathes. Its face is as still as a doll’s. It cannot bite me. I bite, I fall into the air and bite a pure, clean reality. The air takes on its own texture, thickened by the speed of my descent. It is become my strength, my kinetic empowerment. I am not falling now. I fly. My every movement in this rare playground is magnified. I see you, intense, bright in the sunlight. In this nothingness we are both everything. In falling we are free - our secret, addiction. But only we know it, you and me. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #13 September 16, 2003 Thats good, why do you same its lame? Heres one I wrote Im sure most of us can relate to... Its called the Cost? of Jumping Cost? Of Jumping I used to wake up in the morning, frustrated and stressed out, Listening to my bill collectors call to fuss and pout. I used to always worry, worry about it all, That’s before I took the plunge and experienced freefall. I started with my savings, I spent it all on gear. My first month of skydiving, I maxxed my VISA out on beer. I disconnected service, had em turn off my telephone, Figured I didn’t need it -- because now I’m never home. Gathered my belongings, sold them one by one, Used the money I made from selling them to jump and have some fun. I found out about the boogies, and at the time I was totally broke, Asked the bank for a short term loan and that asked me if it was a joke, So I started looking, for more stuff I could sell, When I decided to sell my house, my family didn’t take it very well. It brought in enough money, to go to World FreeFall Ive got no house, no car, no bills, no responsibilities at all. Now I wake up in the morning, and look up at the sky, Grab my rig, run out to the plane to fly up ohh so high. Now I jump all the time, and live life to the fullest extend, The best part is, I live with my friends at the DZ and pay no rent. Bright Beer Lights... DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #14 September 16, 2003 Where have all of the poets gone? Lymrics are cool too! DJ BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #15 September 16, 2003 Anybody...Anybody...Bueller...Bueller.... BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
GARYC24 3 #16 September 17, 2003 I'm not much of a poet, in case ya didn't know it. And I'll drink no wine before it's time. BUT, I thought of this post last night whilst in my ASL1 class,thought I'd share.. It's next month Wed. Oct. 15 noon-12:50 in Oxnard Ca. Oxnard College. "GRANDMA RATIONALIZES an ENTHUSIASM for SKYDIVING" Oxnard Poet Joyce LaMers will read poems from her book ( Millie Grazie Press) and other more serious ans award winning poems published in national journals and anthologies. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
manifestbitch 0 #17 September 18, 2003 Not really a poem or anything...just some thoughts from my 1st jump: __________________________________________________ ....and i could stay here forever. with the kiss of the world on my body, the sweet touch of freedom fills my soul.....-so this is what it's like to be me-.... I saw myself in the sunset, i heard my voice in the wind. I smelled the sweet scent of autum, felt life's kiss play upon my lips...and now life begins. I faintly feel the harness grow tight, hear a soft whisper in the sky. The world stops turning, my mind flies free. The silence of the sky is beauty in it's purest form...forgive me, i've lost my words. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
321seeya 0 #18 September 18, 2003 Awesome! Very Well put... I am currently working on another poem called Titties and Beer... Not Quite as serious though..... Gig 'Em Aggies! (Alumni Class of 98) BASE 3:16 - Even if you are about to land on a cop - DONT FORGET TO FLARE! Free the soul -- DJ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SpeedRacer 1 #19 September 18, 2003 Here's a poem called "Lines on Ale" by Edgar Allen Poe: Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain. Quaintest thoughts-queerest fancies, Come to life and fade away: What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today. Speed Racer -------------------------------------------------- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Paige 0 #20 November 25, 2003 That was a really good poem. I posted my two skydiving poems under the other poetry thread. Check em out, let me know what you think. My don't rhyme but they are free verse. I'm trying to get them published and my professor said that it would be easier to do if they didn't rhyme. I had to hold back at some points in the poem and not rhyme but man it does make it a lot harder to write a poem that way. I learned a lot from my teacher who is an amazing poet. Send me some poems in a PM if you get a chance. I really enjoyed this one. Miss ya much Tunnel Pink Mafia Delegate www.TunnelPinkMafia.com Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
chuteless 1 #21 November 25, 2003 here is two poems...not about skydiving, but 1 maybe of interest, especially if you are interested in World War II. BOMBER CREW 1943 Will I get home again? The day had started warm and bright Its good to be alive, But what will happen by tonight Cause we take off at five. We go to bomb our country's foe Across the channel wide, Who knows if I'll get back again, So many went and died. I think of when I was a lad, My father was around, He surely didnt raise me up To crash on foreign ground. Oh how I miss those days of yore It was so peaceful then, Who knows if after this day's gone If I'll get home again. Our Lancs will have their bellies stuffed With many tons of death , And always when above the foe I'll surely lose my breath. The inky sky is cold and dark, They're firing at our plane, Will we get in to drop our bombs? Will I get back again? Wave after wave of bombers fly Toward the target zone, The searchlights shine from far below, They get one in a cone. A hit is taken on its wing It spouts an orange flame, The crew bails out, and then I ask Will I get back again? The Pathfinders have marked the spot, Our target is so clear, The bombs are dropped, a voice calls out, Get my ass out of here. The engines roar and up we go To level off our plane, It looks like we have done our job, And I'll get back again. The lights of London shine below, The Channel slips behind, I'll soon be sleeping in my bunk, I hope with peace of mind. With every mission that we fly Its like an old refrain, Cause I will pray through dark of night That I'll get back again. I hope this fighting soon will stop And peace will come to all, And only stars are in the sky, And not a bomb will fall. I really know within my heart That war is so insane. I hope this war will soon be won, And I'll get home again. The Great Horned Owl Up in the pine tree Dark and green, The great Horned Owl Is seldom seen. He scans the forest floor below A long eared Jack runs to and fro The owl swoops down With velvet wing The long eared Jack Wont hear a thing. Some rustling leaves With spots of red, The long eared Jack So swiftly dead. Bill Cole Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
