the sea is beautiful
rocking
with foamy waves
storm and flightless
The sea was once
her airstrip
hiding the borders
sky's sea and earth
she loved
fly
clouds and waves,
through a snowstorm
like the animals running on the earth
fly
lightning and rain
making her a friend
don't rest
fly
on the Atlantic and Pacific
ocean,
in the aviation of life
with challenging experiences
She is alive
Look up the world she changed.
We agree before any trip
Exactly how livestock will ship
But with notice not
Venezuelans got
To the Martha’s Vineyard airstrip
Author's note: Pundits and politicians say Governor DeSantis of Florida treats immigrants like livestock or animals, which is a lie. In fact, animals routinely get better tracking than the immigrants who DeSantis transported as a political statement. It's hard to find anything we ship that's treated as badly. Even the NYC Department of Sanitation knows when and how much garbage it will receive. So what does this treatment compare to? It resembles illegal dumping by the side of a road...I'll just leave it there for someone else to clean up. We should gladly accept legal immigrants in every part of this county, but we do need to know when they will arrive so they can be treated with dignity. These Venezuelan immigrants flown to Martha's Vineyard came legally.
__________________ RAG BAGGER
What is a blowboat
which way does the warm wind blow
Im lashed to the mast
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Ginsu Knife was the name of my sailboat that I sailed for years
here on the Maine coast and into the Bay of Fundy, Canada.
That boat could slice and dice the strong currents and cut
through the Downeast fog like a hot knife through butter.
After my wife died and it was just me and my daughter , age 9, I was
after something that we could do together.
I looked at airplanes and boats. Im a pilot and had a grass airstrip in
the back field, but I lived on the coast.
I ended up with a sailboat , though I did not know how to sail.
Well , we learned to sail and did lots of it, plus it was a good weekender
with cozy bunks and and a nice little stove.
Best decision I ever made.
Daughter went on to being an ocean exploration team leader and sailing
coach at a summer camp.
Yes , she is quite salty. As is her daughter.
Family tradition.
Lust is a broken engine,
operating with aviation fuel.
It flies victim up in the skies,
and lands not in airport,
not even in airstrip,
but in the leveled gardens,
of someone’s heart.
From Rusizi in Rwanda
lies a historical site that is linked to the Musinga history,
a palace next to the elegant tree (umuvumu) in the Rukali village
behind the Kamembe Airstrip in Rusizi district
our roots are in Nyanza and in Moba,Tanganyika
we are from the Abega clan
From the great warriors Makara, and Mutezintare
The great chief Rwakagara, great-aunt Nyiratunga - Queen-Mother
The situations among our families divide us
The situations out of our control spread us all over the continents
With the same Surname- Musinga
But different dialects (languages)
Forget our language - Kinyarwanda.
Our Umugabekazi (Queen Mother) Nyirauhi V Kanjogera,
Our King Mwami Kigeri IV Rwabigi
Our uncles Ruhinankiko and Kabare
brother of Kanjogera and Mbanzabigwi
Grand Father Yuhi Musinga ya Ndahiro.
Queen Kankazi, Mother of Mutara III Rudahigwa
King Mutara III Rudahigwa Charles Léon Pierre and Queen Rosalie Gicanda
Son of King Yuhi IV Musinga and Nyiramavugo Kankazi Redegonde
No let me stop, the tears are running out of my eyes.
It doesn't matter how long
I have been on this ship,
it doesn't matter how long
I have been on this plane,
nor does it matter the time I spend on this road,
looking for solidarity,
It is just a journey about to be concluded,
not a destination.
All that really matters is
how close I am to the shore,
how near the airstrip depot is,
how close my home at the end of the road is,
what I care about,
is how deep the water is
before I make a big leap into it,
how willing you are to help me reach my goals,
how opportunistic you are,
that our friendship will go on forever,
how forgiving you are
even after this wrongs and prejudices presented to you,
that is all I need to know.
though i’ve no sympathy for the “devil”
(as there exists no such thing),
i got to feel that one must have
sympathy for the visitors---
if any self-respecting alien
felt the need to stop their space cruiser
on the way to some interesting place,
here,
on this intergalactic equivalent of a
foul smelling
highway
rest stop---
whose graffiti laden vending machine
sitting out front,
doesn’t even hold cans of the
outdated soda pictures &
whose bathroom filled with ex-pop stars
jerking off to pictures of little boys,
meth heads insufflating their life away,
prostitutes sucking off old men or
just unclean ****-stained walls,
might not hold the luster
that other wonderfully bright stars out there
may shine throughout the
universe,
i would stand out in the middle of the
parking lot,
surrounded by airstrip lighting
with flares bubbling fire in my hands
waving up at the sky like a madman
hoping they’d see me & know
to fly on by &
save themselves the disgust.
A clear view of the Arabian blue
I don’t ‘inch’ closer, I ‘mile’ ahead
In a relaxed cockpit, shared by two.
A proud teacher, my knowledge I spread
‘To fly they must have flown before’
Break this infinite loop; I choose instead
Let them learn, I don’t keep score.
Even if mistakes are made;
To make them like me, I will ignore.
The airstrip is small, a challenging glade.
Mangalore approaches, I flew from Dubai,
My fingers remain crossed, I am little afraid.
The plane crashes, sixty and hundred die.
I teach others rules. But rules - to me they don’t apply.
Based on the theme from the novel Airframe from Michael Crichton superimposed on the ill-
fated plane crash Air India Express Flight 812, on 22 May 2010.
Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75
Monumental battle ship,
Within her hull, she seemed alive
Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip
Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat
Crew headed for a six month defensive trip
American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat
Internal soul is her combined crew
Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack
Prowlers, Hornets, Tom's we flew
Dark sky, blazes on land
that was when we knew, rumors were true
God on our side, holding our hand
Mission carried out, haven't lost a man.
A. Green
First try at Terza Rima
I do not wanna subjugate all my laws
At the gates and above center of the
floating tabernacle.
I cannot be responsible for all your
happiness,
Not to mention the mistrust.
And to raise your lids even while my head is bowed,
as is often bowed,
Would be a catastrophe of a miracle.
The plane is swaying, malfunctioning,
The airstrip we worried over landing on was fine,
is fine, will always be fine,
We are the plane,
The airstrip the uncontrollable, unchanging
outside,
And I am here at the gate
With my most recent refundable plane ticket,
Though swaying as I do,
Controlling what little I do,
Like gazing through a window's volcano view.
The red tail light of the 737 flashed rhythmically against the dark skyline
It taxied its approach on the runway, everything was set, it all looked fine
She looked out the window across the dark land wondering if he was there
She had left him a note, she explained it all to him, she told him that she cared
She checked her gold watch as the planes engines powered up, starting to whine
This time is for me, she thought to herself, I deserve it, it’s all mine
The plane took off racing down the airstrip about to take flight
I have known for a long time about this, I have always been right
As the plane left the ground and accelerated up into the midnight sky
She questioned herself, her note and considered one last, just one more try
Book a trip
On board the Great Railways
In mysteries and histories of your nation
Riding from destination to destination;
Saddle up for other trails to blaze
With each page you flip.
Book a trip
On board the wings of flight
And fly to distant lands
Discovering times and races and
languages and cultures day and night;
Take off from the airstrip.
Book a trip
On board a craft for outer space
And go beyond earthly depiction
To terrestrial fact or fiction
Where fantasy is commonplace,
And imagination is the ship.
Book a trip
On board a seafaring vessel
And sail the seven seas for love
And adventure directed from above;
Dive into ocean worlds, and nestle
Into nature for other tips.
Book a trip
In your free time or if it's a bore
And learn the past, present and future
The sciences and how to suture,
The arts and games and so much more
In silence or with words on your lips.