low
flying
ultralights
endanger geese,
threaten airliners,
and aggravate people
with incessant humming noise
which can bring on migraine headaches,
the wealthy man's least preferred ailment.
Written November 9, 2022
Categories:
airliners, flying, sick,
Form: Nonet
Life without airliners
return to a less traveled past
A mere delusion no more
Life without social media
unthinkable?
No idle chimera in cyber-war
But I would never betray you!
Winston Smith found
~ That no man's true-blue
Categories:
airliners, anxiety, betrayal, fate, future,
Form: Free verse
Eighteen Years Ago Tomorrow
By Franklin Price
9/10/2019
Eighteen years ago tomorrow
The great twin towers fell
Airliners crashed into them
Made many lives a living hell
Another flew to Washington
Where the Pentagon was hit
A third was crashed in PA
Missed the White House quite a bit
Flown by men of terror
Not a country we could war
We still are bringing justice
Can never equal up the score
We'll never feel the same again
Not as safe as we before
Must fight the Terror everwhere
In every place that there is more
Everywhere around the world
Even hidden in our lands
All of us are part of this
Must stop it where it stands
Do not forget what happened then
That took us to the night
I hope,like me, you never will
As we struggle for the light
Categories:
airliners, america, courage, history, patriotic,
Form: Rhyme
Some tragic events have caused the Boeing company despair.
Two 737 Max airliners have come crashing down from the air.
In these instances, many innocent lives were lost.
They have hit the plane manufacturer at a high cost.
This type of aircraft is operated by almost every airline in the world.
They can be found no matter which flag is unfurled.
In order to avoid any further chances of devastation,
underway is a large and wide investigation.
All of these planes have been confined to the ground.
Nowhere in flight will these jetliners be found.
For now, travelers have to fly on another type of plane.
This is causing the Boeing company a lot of pain.
from a news story found on CNN.com
Categories:
airliners, business, travel,
Form: Rhyme
WinterTime
By Franklon Price
12/21/2017
Winter time has come today,
In the Northern Hemisphere.
The North Pole always darkened
For old Santa and his deer.
The elves are in the workshop,
Completing all requested toys;
Wished for by the children,
All the good ones, girls and boys
Won't have to work much longer.
Christmas just four days away.
Then the elves are on vacation
And Santa's in his sleigh.
Eight deer are pulling on the reins
And Rudolph leads the sleigh,
With red nose blinking warning
To airliners on the way
Starting out on Christmas eve
With the children in their beds.
Visions of some high tech games,
Not plums, are in their heads
Santa will be finished,
Before the rising of the sun,
Will be yelling, as he heads for home,
Merry Christmas everyone!
Categories:
airliners, christmas, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Predicting the future is an interesting possibility
So think of what things may for the world to see
Let's have a bash at what might be known
People will have implants for mobile phones
Public transport will be electric and robotic
With predetermined routes, no driver and myopic
Babies from the womb will be completely planned
With diseases factored out for women and men
There will be no coal fired industry
With wind and water power for all factories
Television will be with no need of a screen
In 3D holograph as life like as it can be seen
We will all live in apartments without owning them
Airliners will go to space to travel at supersonic speed when
The world will continue to shrink in how they are seen
Countries will be less important as companies greater being.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
airliners, fun, future,
Form: Free verse
I read on my laptop today--
automation is making us dumber,
ineffective, maybe even impotent.
Perhaps it's a conspiracy by that secret
society, the computer brotherhood.
(Do you really believe your Apple is
innocent, and IBM is not plotting?)
Or maybe we should just blame
human sloth, that siren call of
sheer damn laziness which can
lure the best of us to a quiet doom.
A simple proof: hand a twenty to a clerk
and ask him to make change without
looking to the machine for succor.
That blank innocent look he gives you--
"Why me?" he seems to be saying,
and you can't help but pity him a bit.
He is, after all, a victim of mass education.
There are worse victims:
airliners wildly crashing,
doctors killing their patients,
nuclear power plants going
BOOM! and killing the land
for an eon or two, or three.
How like little children we were!
Thinking these machines would
be our slaves, sans the brutality.
But it is we who are chained by
the zeros and ones, we who are
thinking less, creating cheaper,
settling into a cybernetic fog.
Categories:
airliners, analogy, computer, corruption, technology,
Form: Free verse
In anger he conspires
creates havoc on his way down,
simply spoils one’s hair
when revealing one’s crown.
He aid’s Monday’s wash
with the strength of a kiss,
commands the clouds, rain,
many heartaches and bliss.
He controls the ocean
those that dare to venture,
resolves the passing of time
when leaves in autumn surrender.
He provides the cushion
above tableland and mountains true,
compose permutations
for Condor, Airliners and crew.
He shapes the moorland tops
Pen-y-gent and Pendle hill,
a track of perpetual tenacity
yet gently wields the morning chill.
For he has many names
this force with volatile agenda,
velocity in many forms
nature’s power on its very own bender!
© Harry J Horsman 2008
Categories:
airliners,
Form: Rhyme
On this September day
From the air they came
Cowards in flight
For what to gain
Airliners hijacked
For their pathetic cause
The praise they choose
Were religious flaws
To take ones life
Is not their write
No where is it written
Or hidden from sight
A phrase i now mention
Is " The Scum of the Earth "
This chosen few
Are just not worth
Heroes and martyrs
Are they supposed to be
What gave them the right
To attack, the land of the free
What do we do
In the years ahead
Do we sit back and watch
As they instigate dread
The excuse we call oil
Is now in the past
For our soldiers will continue
To be maimed or lost
Can you imagine our countries
As they attacked on mass
The world needs democracy
We are in it, to the last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
Categories:
airliners, anniversary, history, life, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Back in the fifties, when I was at an impressionable age,
science fiction comic books were all the rage.
Rockets rushing to the stars,
spaceships, landing on Mars.
Wrist communicators, minature TVs,
super pills, to get rid of disease.
Orbiting space stations, and satelites,
airliners, making supersonic flights.
Submersibles, plunging to fantastic depths,
free swimming divers, exploring ancient wrecks.
Man on the moon, driving electric cars,
robots, serving drinks to people in bars.
Jet propelled back packs, allowing man to fly free at last,
computers, doing every conceivable task.
It was fiction then, but now it's mostly true,
so It just goes to show, what mans imagination can do.
Tango.
Categories:
airliners, science fiction,
Form: Verse