Jack's Poetry Anthology
There once was a man named Jack.
He had money in fat stacks.
He was conscious and careful on how it was spent.
Everyone else in jealousy showed discontent.
Suffering, Torturing, Imprisoning
Soul Devouring, Bell Ringing
Freeing, Calming, Relaxing
End of School
A stereotypical male teenager
2 cups desire for women
1 cup laziness
1/2 cup of inaudible grunts
1/2 cup sleepiness
Add the 1/2 cup of sleepiness after which the 2 cups desire for women and after that the 1/2 cups of inaudible grunts and finally the 1 cup laziness. As you stir the mix, a figure with low posture and combed up hair should appear looking down at a smartphone.
Birds chirping softly
Sound of rivers flowing fast
Green trees everywhere
What makes me angry
People with dyed hair of unnatural colors.
The fact that randomlake only has one language availible to learn.
But still has two teachers to teach it
Homework on long weekends.
Or homework anyday.
People with a lack of reason
Life is climbing a mountain, you start at the bottom and there is no way to go but up. The climb is treacherous, rocky, tough. And probably cold. As you climb you’ll start to learn more, take more appreciation of what’s at the top. Finally, after hard work, you make it to the top and the view exhilarates you.
"Sir Humphrey Davy
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium."
-Edmund Clerihew Bentley
It was my first solo flight. Weird feeling not having a flight instructor next to me telling me what I’m doing wrong or right. I had filed a flight plan beforehand which called for a departure from Sheboygan County Memorial Airport and an arrival at Dane County Regional Airport in Madison Wisconsin.
Dawn had just broken when I arrived. The plane was on the tarmac, waiting for me. The morning air cool and fresh. The engine was cold, the cylinders dry. I did the mandatory pre-flight, making sure to prime the engine, giving it enough fuel to start. When I was done, I inserted the keys into the small Cessna 172 and turned the slot, and started the engine.
I departed from runway 31, giving the plane full throttle. I sped down the runway until the forces of lift overcame the forces of gravity. I activated my flight plan for the day and headed on my way to Madison. Cruising at a smooth 120 knots, it would be about 30 minutes until I arrived.
As I entered the airspace of Madison I gave the call to air traffic control, “Madison approach Skyhawk 64617 inbound for landing” for which I was given the response, “Skyhawk 64617 squawk 4017 descend at or below 3,000”. Complying by their orders I readback the transmission and was on my final approach into runway 21 and softly landed the Cessna 172 on the runway and taxied to the Wisconsin Aviation Center where my evaluation concluded that my performance be satisfactory.