Quatrain of Parachute Hell
Floating slowly
Jumping out of a flying avion, pulling
the cord, allowing a fiery Hell
to approach
from far
below,
Finding it is a little late for changing
minds, agonizing how fast
the fire is coming -
a real
blow
Making circles to help adjust the speed,
pulling cords in a frantic
mode, hoping it
will take
awhile,
Jumping toward Hell is daring, a dubiety,
but once it happens, it is a
realization I will never
again jump
free style.
Yorktown Disciple
Floating slowly
Jumping out of a flying avion, pulling
the cord, allowing a fiery Hell
to approach
from far
below,
Finding it is a little late for changing
minds, agonizing how fast
the fire is coming -
a real
blow
Making circles to help adjust the speed,
pulling cords in a frantic
mode, hoping it
will take
awhile,
Jumping toward Hell is daring, a dubiety,
but once it happens, it is a
realization I will never
again jump
free style.
Yorktown Disciple
Quatrain of Parachute Hell - 10531 - Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10531
Poem Sactum
With a breeze in my face
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Quatrain Mastermind
Poetizing around the world
Quatrain Mastermind
Poetizing around the world
Stand on your
head ,aim
toward Heaven,
What a rush!
head ,aim
toward Heaven,
What a rush!