Mayday

 Mayday Mayday 

Up, to the boundless skies, to the endless blue 

My silver wings carried me high as I flew

My craft climbed to embrace the rising Sun 

Rainbow of lights swirled and joined as one 

With speed I climb, into the turbulent air 

As high as my restless spirit would dare 

Chasing the wind, hovering in a celestial dance 

The clouds around me float as if in a trance 

I left the Earth behind to disappear in shame 

The sky beckons me, a flickering flame 

My soul longs to break the surly bonds 

Atop the mountain peaks, and soar beyond 

My wings are washed with the beams of the sun

Alas my flying days are finally done 

As the Elysian Field before me Unfold 

I know that my plane had mechanically stalled 

Full thrust, pitch down; that is the norm 

The plane shakes and flies into the raging storm 

Mayday, Mayday. Now, I will meet my fate 

No grave for an Eagle, only a nest at the gate

Of immortality, as I transform with grace 

Into a majestic Eagle, my destiny will embrace 

While in silence, the Angels softly trod 

I climbed into the heavens to touch the face of god

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Fledgling

 Fledgling 

In gardens of longing, where yearnings entwine,

A bird returns to this space, divine.

To the old tree, where memories accrue,

He seeks solace, a bond so true.

He peers at homes, now crumbling stones,

Then takes to skies with melodies in tones.

His wings, delicate, in shades so brown,

Defy gravity, don a golden crown.

In streets abandoned, he lands each day,

On thorny perches, where sorrows sway.

Woes carve marks on its feet's stance,

A soul in longing's fleeting dance.

Perched on branches, under moon's soft light,

From ancient balconies, a mystical sight.

Fate's chosen bird, in graceful flight 

Sends heartfelt tunes, with love alights 

Exchange of words and silent embrace,

Gazes so deep, in love's sacred space.

Longing stares reveal secrets in keep,

In profound shadows, their hearts do leap.

Trees stand witness, houses, silent domain,

Love's song whispered in yearning's refrain.

His passion, longing, a tale so true,

Witnessed by all, love's eternal hue.

Love blooms like spring's floral flight,

A fledgling's gift, a token so bright.

Before frost claims its chilling tower,

Their love's tale lingers, a cherished flower.

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Christmas

 Christmas 

Amidst the hush of silent halls, the season is drawing near,

No laughter echoing, no flitting steps, no music clear 

Alone, the lights twinkle, a solitary sight,

A heart heavy with the absence of that joyous delight.

No children's laughter to fill the quiet air,

No warm embraces in this solitude, no care.

The tree stands adorned, yet the spirit feels bare,

With no family or support, the weight is hard to bear.

Each ornament hung tells a story, a memory shared,

Echoes of moments, in the stillness ensnared.

The ache of absence, an unrelenting pain 

No balm for the soul, in this solitary bane 

The season's jingle seems a distant faint melody,

As the terminal beats weigh on, a solemn harmony.

In this yearning for company, in the cold's embrace,

A heart longs for comfort, in this solitary space.

But amidst the desolation and the quiet's reign,

A glimmer of hope, a flickering flame remains.

For within the heart, a love steadfast and true,

Guiding, embracing, in the solitude's milieu.

Though the path seems desolate, the light dim,

The spirit's resilience finds solace within.

A yearning for togetherness, a longing profound,

Yet strength resides, in resilience found.

In the echo of memories and the unwavering love,

The spirit finds solace, ascending above.

A Christmas spent in Heavens, yet not entirely so,

For the love within, forever a sustaining glow.

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Star and I

 A Star and I

Under celestial canvas, a Star and I,

Whisper secrets as she lights the sky.

In the night's embrace, we slowly dance 

Amid suns and galaxies, our shared expanse

Each twinkle above, a tale she shares,

Galactic magic in cosmic affairs.

Among far constellations, we find our rhythm 

A celestial conversation, transcending time.

She, ancient witness to the universe's tale,

Heard my pleas for love to prevail.

'Midst her cosmic dance, a longing glance,

For a partner's touch in a cosmic trance.

I speak of dreams, in the night's embrace,

Journeys taken in this boundless space.

Laughter echoing, wild and free,

Cherished moments by land and sea.

I share secrets, untold in lore,

Heartache that rattles to the very core.

She whispers hopes that paint the sky,

Stars dancing in realms up high.

She feels warmth in my embrace's sway,

Love transcending night and day.

As I soar, in my craft's span,

To brush her cheek, in her laughing span.

In this celestial escape's serene sphere,

I bared my dreams, loss, and fear.

Amid stars' timeless reign,

My unique story, joy, and pain.

I bid her goodnight, as go to sleep

As I fall from Heaven, to the peaceful deep.

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Bald and Golden Eagles

 Bald and Golden Eagles 

Across the realms where winds do play,

Two Eagles soared, both night and day.

Bald and golden, in skies they soared,

In synchronized flight, their spirits poured.

The bald eagle, proud in snowy white,

With eyes that gleamed in morning light.

The golden eagle, feathers ablaze,

Regal beauty in sun's warming blaze.

Their paths converged in realms above,

Hearts entwined in a flight of love.

Amidst clouds' dance, a wondrous weave,

A bond untold, none could perceive.

Beneath the heavens, guardian stance,

Together they flew, a majestic dance 

Their wings entwined in graceful glide,

Protecting the realm where they reside.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

Their valor soared, painting the sky.

Symbol of America in the Sun’s display 

Feathers swaying in the winds at play 

Bestowed a gift to warriors of land 

Freedom in skies, they truly found 

A bond that soared beyond all fear,

Eagles' and warriors forever near.

In vast expanse, where dreams take flight,

Their story glows in golden light.

Bald and golden, forever free,

Their valor an emblem for all to see.

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Magical Journey

 Magical Journey 

In the wake of Ireland's famine and fall,

Prince Maxwell, answered destiny's call.

From ashes of a city once so grand,

He bore the weight of fate's demanding hand.

A leader born, with burden deep,

Through stormy seas, he'd steadfastly keep.

With clan in tow, through perils dire,

His heart ablaze with Irish fire.

In lands unknown, they roamed and strayed,

Guided by stars, where destinies played.

Maxwell stalwart, amidst the throng,

Carried Ireland's hope, in an epic song.

Through trials fierce, and battles dire,

His spirit fueled by a burning fire.

In Syria’s realm, a Queen he found,

A love that echoed with resound.

In the heart of a city, where magic enfold,

Maxwell's heart, by her beauty, was controlled.

Their love, a tale amid war's array,

In whispered moments, their hearts held sway.

Her city was at war with a tyrant king 

His army of terror, death did bring 

His clan and hers fought together 

And broke the King bondage tether 

Though their love has been grand

Their kin saw differences, did not understand 

Each with a responsibility could not be shun 

Moved to live under a different sun 

Fat’s harsh decree could not be swayed,

Duty called; his path was laid.

He sailed again, with a heavy heart,

Torn apart, love and destiny's chart.

Guided by gods, his quest ne'er ceased,

To find a realm where his people's feast.

American shores, where destiny lied,

The land where Irish dreams abide.

Through prophecies dark and struggles grand,

Prince Maxwell forged an enduring stand.

A refugee no more, but a leader true,

In the tapestry of America, his legacy grew.

Maxwell, refugee from Irish domain,

In tales and legends, his courage reigns.

A hero's journey, a nation's birth,

In the annals of time, his valor's worth.

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Bucket list

 Bucket list 

With every heartbeat, my time draws near 

Time to fulfill my dreams, conquer my fears 

A list not of tasks, but comforting lore 

I want to fulfill, I yearn to explore 

My days of flight are long gone 

My wings clipped before the blazing Sun 

I soared high; experienced the Fall

Like Icarus, my wings faltered not my soul 

I long for flight, to run with the wind 

Pour my heart in the verses I penned 

To see the northern lights before I die

To dance with the Eagles in the sky 

A thousand verses, tales in heartfelt rhyme,

Each poem a story, capturing time.

Glide amidst the clouds, where dreams take flight,

A glider embracing the boundless height.

Cross all states, where American stories unfold,

In landscapes vast, with histories untold.

Witness Eagles soar, their majestic cry,

A symbol of freedom beneath the sky.

Run with the wolves, in nature's wild dance,

Echoes of freedom, a spirited chance.

Provide a haven, secure and warm,

For children dear, sheltered from the storm.

In these desires, life's quest beats strong

Each aspiration, an eternal song 

May these aspirations, bright and pure,

Resound through time, forever endure.

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Cowboy

 Cowboy 

In snow capped peaks my ranch finds its place

Nature’s haven where wild spirits embrace 

A cowboy amid untamed lands I roam

Where grizzlies, wolves and cougars find a home 

My herd's not penned, no fences confine,

They roam with the wind, in freedom they shine.

Each soul finds solace, in open skies wide,

Under the stars, where trust does abide.

The grizzly, majestic, with power untamed,

Wolves in their packs, no spirit's constrained.

Cougars, stealthy, in shadows they glide,

All creatures together, side by side.

A bond unspoken, a silent accord,

In this wild haven, where trust is adored.

Nature's orchestra, in harmonious tune,

Where every soul, under the same moon.

For in this place, where freedom's the key,

All life finds shelter, wild and free.

Eagles soar high, a majestic flight,

Visiting freely, by day or by night.

Their wings grace the sky, a dance in the air,

Nesting in peace, knowing I care.

Amidst the mountains, a bond we share,

With creatures wild, in this haven fair.

In these peaks where snow blankets the ground,

A cowboy's trust, in nature's surround.

With every creature, a pact I’ve made,

In this wild sanctuary, our hearts won't fade.

For on this ranch, nature's tapestry weaves,

A place where every spirit believes.

Wild and free, in harmony's song,

A cowboy's life, where all belong.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Ares

 Ares

Stay and mourn at the tomb of the dead 

Where raging Ares fought and bled 

His doughty spirit whirls with a fiery sphere 

Golden helmed, mighty with a spear 

His blazing steed carries him to the sky 

He leads battles, where Eagles cry

In ancient skies, the Olympian did roam

Warrior, protecter, in his celestial home 

In modern skies, new Ares takes flight,

Commanding the Black Hawk, valor in sight.

Amidst the storms, where thunder meets roar,

A warrior soars, defending the shore.

With prowess unseen, in the cockpit's embrace,

Guiding the steel wings, a god in this space.

In the heart of battle, where chaos ignites,

Ares descends, empowering the fights.

Through clouds and through fire, a guardian’s might,

Echoes of valor, the warrior's flight.

As the Black Hawk soars, in defense of the land,

Ares commands, with a pilot’s hand.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Winter Painting

 My Painting This Winter:

My winter canvas, a vivid sight,

Snow stained crimson, a startling light

Falls like blood, scorching land’s might,

Drought, a plague, in the dead of night.

On the distant horizon, naught remains,

Shattered fragments, starry domains,

Extinguished stars, mere dust’s gains,

Transformed universe, death's dark stains.

The universe shifts, death and decay,

My painting aflame, in fiery display,

Carved by stone fingers, a solemn array,

Each withered branch, a letter's relay.

Fire ablaze, night and sky it takes,

Fiery meteors, the crimson lake,

Desiring not paradise, friendships to forsake,

Alone I sail, in seas yet to awake.

To depths immense, where air ignites,

In my lungs, seafoam’s tender bites,

Embracing shadows, in their poetic rites,

From death’s shriek, a phoenix ignites.

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Black Hawk

 Black Hawk 

In skies of valor, swift and strong,

Soars the Black Hawk, a noble song.

Its blades, a symphony, slicing the air,

A guardian above, with a steadfast glare.

In shadows cast, where dangers loom,

It sweeps with grace, dispelling gloom.

A sentinel in flight, a silent guide,

Through valleys deep and mountains wide.

With thunderous grace, it takes the lead,

Answering the call in times of need.

Its rotor's hum, a reassuring hymn,

A beacon of hope when the lights grow dim.

From rescue missions to fields of strife,

It serves with valor, a noble life.

A steadfast ally, courageous and true,

The Black Hawk soars, in skies of blue.

In the heart of steel, my courage thrives 

As we take daring dives 

Together, a team in the sky 

With valorous spirits we soar high 

In skies of danger we roam 

In the Black Hawk cockpit I find my home 

A bond unbroken forged in flight 

As we cruise through endless light 

From missions of honor to the horizon arc 

Together we etch our valiant mark 

Our tales of valor, as we go to war 

Sacred vows we made, we swore

In each swift turn, a tale is told,

Of bravery, courage, unyielding bold.

Oh, Black Hawk, in your flight, we find,

A symbol of strength, in humankind's mind.

Maxwell O’Reilly

Captain

 My Captain

Climbing in the sky, to endless heights 

My plane suddenly rolls and catches fire

My Engines are flaming and fuel ignites 

My Jet has become a living pyre 

I hear my passengers scream in fear 

My rudder jams and stabilizer snaps 

Looks like an inverted chandelier 

This modern wonder is now a death trap

The screams and wails pierce my ears

Cannot recover from a dive or stay upright 

Plunging in the tumultuous sea appears 

The only way to end my passengers plight 

All around me are sacred waters

I cross myself ready for the plunge 

Will leave behind grieving sons and daughters 

As My Jet makes her final lunge 

Into the water and breaks apart

I hear the screams no longer 

A piece of metal pierced my heart 

I pray, O’ Lord make me stronger 

To end the suffering of these souls

That was my only act of mercy

Over which I have the control 

I know it will cause controversy 

Was that suicide or a selfless act 

Have I delivered them from consuming flames 

I am sure of my sacrifice, a fact

When I hear someone call my name 

It was my nightmare, my greatest fear

To lose my battle without a choice 

When I fly again I will revere 

The wonder of flight and rejoice

That I am the Pilot of this Jet 

My passengers are safe and sound 

Thank you, Captain, she says, our eyes finally met 

When my landing gears safely touch the ground 

Maxwell O’Reilly

Silhouette

 Silhouette 

In corners of my room, I seek out death, 

Peering from my window, where shadows loom,

Remnants of death in garden’s dying breath, 

Edges kissed by fate, with impending gloom. 

In city’s tapestry, its subtle threads, 

I spy its trace where no one else can see,

My lone perception where the darkness treads,

Death's grin beneath an umbrella, it calls to me. 

Inviting, its daily stroll takes flight, 

A swing’s quiet creak, an aged desk’s plea, 

Once laughter-filled, now wrapped in night, 

Hugs a child, its touch tender and free. 

Facing me, its query, "Time, yet so near?" 

Continuing its rounds, its ghostly spree, 

Unable to tread, burdened by sorrow’s sheer, 

A mountain on my chest, a raging sea in me. 

Death moves on, another ship to take, 

To a distant city, leaving mine, 

A cry to halt, "I'll not this journey make," 

Take my soul, depart, let our paths entwine. 

In its gaze, seeing for the first or last, 

A silhouette, an illusion, you see, 

Eyes met, revealing truth unsurpassed, 

Not death I view, but myself, Death is actually Me. 

Maxwell O’Reilly