truckerjean

Ahhh, weather holds...nothin' more dangerous than a bored skydiver. That said...there is a saying that if at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you. It sounds to me like you succeed, though, and then trip over the grass on your victory lap, so no worries! Regarding that "A" thingy...took me a whole year of re-cert jumps to finally get it. Best thing is to sell the wife and kids (not the dog of course) and stay current. Good luck, ehem, well, hmmm, Blue skies! Jeannie can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

QUOTE OF THE MONTH: Bikerbabe: "...poems seem to imitate thoughts better than just writing out a paragraph of prose. Not to mention, they stand alone rather than needing pages of buildup." Absofuckinglutely! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Oh, the memories :D (I just learned of this thread thx to MikeJD). Really great stuff - the stuff of legends. Thanks again, Jeannie can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Ah, well - I think he introduced it as The Ballad of Flying Fred, or some such title. I only discovered its (apparently) official name from this thread, where I'm sure you'll find much to entertain you. The poem in question is the second post in that thread. Enjoy! Kewel, Thx! I didn't know it existed! -jeannie can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

BTW, I spent the first 33 jumps in line twists - I began to think it was normal... Paul M. passed me on to another AFF instr.for a reason; I just wasn't getting the whole "stay still" thingy. When I finally got it (thanks to a guy named Pine, I think, in Deland (man, my brain is fried! Was it Deland??) - anyway, he told me to pretend I was a bird with wings and not to let my wings out of my peripheral vision...weird, but I never spun around again, and "voila" no more line twists at opening! I could not be more appreciative of instructors and S&TA peeps. This sport is a process that requires safety. (teehee, that sounded suspiciously like a new tag-line, nah, too emphatic...!) haha can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

MikeJD - Yes! With guitar around the bonfire! I thought it was great! Thanks! Ever since hearing someone's spirited rendition of 'The Phantom Tenth Man' by the Tecumseh bonfire one night, I've been a sucker for the old skydiving songs and poems. The older the better, since the mysterious references to now forgotten equipment, traditions and personalities just add to the poetry.

Your writing style in this poem reminds me of a friend that commented (in beautiful poetry) to one of my poems on facebook...hmmmm...lemme go get it...OK, here is mine: Chambers Chambers of the mind go unheeded wreaking havoc on the unwary soul Chambers of the soul go unanswered Falsehoods reign over unenlightened friends Foe is strengthened by unguarded chambers filling spaces gleefully Friend is lurking in the abyss to find passage where Light is Of the chambers of the heart I know not save blood rushes, keeping alive an unwilling host But the chambers of heaven are elusive, all seeing unreal And the chambers of hell unrealized crying, knowing, ignorant and afraid Trusting not seeing the chambers in other souls ...and here is his reply: Mike Powers Past thoughts rush up to the now and fill the chambers of understanding in order to felicitate a healthy change from one cyclic manifestation to another, like ocean waves filling the courtyards of sand castles on a sunny summer time beach. Play on, as a child in the joy of rediscovery. ...I love the part about "ocean waves filling the courtyards of sand castles on a sunny summer time beach." Ahhh! to the both of u's :D can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

You can't imagine how true this rings in my perimenopausal state. Yes you can, you wrote it. Amazing, Shah! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Perty. can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

blown in the wind like the seeds of a dandelion; merry unto the last hillside, floating o'er the pond's sprinkling sunlight whispered memories blackened by precious time thoughts turn to living weightless. can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

towerrat: Some of us (those of us out here in the world away) have no other choice but to honor our friends by posting on this forum - this internet forum; it is a memorial forum "in memory of," after all. I envy you your close relationship to the place of her demise, but you don't hold the market on love for a fellow skydiver and a friend just because of your geographical proximity. No one is taking that from you, darlin', you just go on posting (on the internet) reasons why you don't need to post on the internet, and I will still be here understanding you loved her too. Blue skies, Jeannie

First, thanks! Second... confusing grammatically or something else?

This is great, Dude! "beatnik clap" :) can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

...Gives me googly bumps! I love this! Happy New Year! Yay! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

I should rely more on watches. this is a fine example of iambic pentameter...the problem with IP is that it only sounds right with a British accent! Ha, true, no? I don't happen to have one of those handy, so I will muddle through... I am a sundial and I make a botch Of what is done far better by a watch until the fair sun comes out for playtime I will gaze, evermore, at the wall clock. Teehee, that was truely bad, but bad is people too! :D I so suck at IP! Maybe if I read some freaking Shakespeare?? I hate to ruin a great story with learning...Oh, the dilemma! Thanks for playing, though! Ok, you next! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Ahh, I feel a 100 word prose coming on! For now, because I am feeling exceptionally lazy, I will go grab one form...somewhere on here...nah, much simple to grab a doc file... 100 words - wing The wanton breeze, blowing fickle, flickering candle flames and tendrils of loose hair, making me long to fly once again. Da Vinci had it right. I lift my arms, showing a graceful pose to the city lights far below, and lean far over the cement barrier between me and my love. With only a bit of pain, wings push through and form solid on my back. Beautiful orange, yellow, and purple feathers meld into a soothing golden glow. I gently brush tears from my face with their tips then hold them out proudly for the wind to catch. I fly. But if it is a sentence, all the better! :) With her quills dipt in inks, blackened, she fells words with feathers and loose tendrils flung to the night sky. No spell check allowed and creative license granted >silly grin< :D can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

I feel like I was just...reprimanded... can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Liz is still around. this simple statement sent chills up my spine... She is so contrary...so ask her what the f happened to Theo! 8/ Water-boarding would not be an excessive technique in this case, but begin with water landings first. :D can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Mheep! I just discovered Phantom's partner, Sandy, is my librarian at St.Leo! She mis-paraphrased "Shut the f-ing door." Too cool...it was always an issue not to slam the door because JG couldn't be bothered enough to install a freaking spring! God I miss Johnnie and Jim and Debs... I miss all my friends! Blue skies! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Your thoughts are nice, marc... I can't believe that no one but us remembers. I feel like I have a piece of her spirit inside me, and I am still grief-stricken every day. It is really weird that all of her friends forgot, but I guess life goes on... Blue skies, Deb! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Hey, broken femurs and livers are people too! can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

QuoteQuoteHow'd i miss this! I love poetry, it's so unappreciated nowadays.] True, and I do it for fun! I just started the thread, and I am so glad to find others who like to play with words! Whodda thunkit? We are all such macho skydivers after all:D rolling closet home make it nice for season wheat-stalks from the road can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

I thought I already commented on this, BB. I really liked it. Ah ha! It was saved in the right-click button, thank God! -thought I was going crazy for a second, jeesh! I love the style you used. People say my prose poetry is not really poetry, and I say they have a large bug in their nether regions; your words say it all. I especially enjoyed how you parted the thoughts. Really good to a reader like me. I also noticed that you (most likely without knowing it) ran a cadence intermittently, and then came back to prose. can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

When does skydiving become a dangerous sport? When whole groups of geezers get together in the air: when the "D" license stands for "dementia": when those who teach do, and those who don't have their teeth flying out of their heads and into the eyes of unsuspecting youngsters? Pfft! I say, fly on, Assholes. You are our only hope! :D can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?

Haha! (I should say lmao, but it's just stupid when the same number of letters are involved...). What fascinates me, and what really says I am getting old, is the sudden influx of really young guys wanting to try their "game" out with me. I am constantly flirted with by teenagers, and it is so amusing! I think they know I am "safe," and they are practicing. Weird and flattering at the same time.:) How do I break it to them that I am still clueless - wrinkles and all? Better not to dash their hope, I say...we age regardless of savvy. can I borrow a jump ticket real quick?