Amelia Poems

Amelia

In the morning as I sit and watch you lay,
 in what seems to be a playful bliss.

My attention is quickly taken by your milky white skin.
Caressed by lotions and perfumed by oil.
Forever young you have stayed.

And what seems to be angel dust, gleaming like fireflies in the sunlight
 shines through the window and settles softly against the nape of your neck.

You move. Slightly so, but enough so what once covered your
 lower back gently slips away.
As if undisturbed by time, your curvature would indicated the
  absence of children.

You awake. With an inviting smile and a look familiar enough 
  not having to use words, I move in.....

in run the children.

Amelia Earhart's Plane

They found Amelia Earhart’s plane!
An under-water drone,
Using sonar, sent an image
Of the Lockheed she did own.

In 1937,
Out to circumvent the globe,
Earhart disappeared and searchers
Had no clues with which to probe.

She’d planned a fuel stop on an island
Out in the Pacific
But never made it; rumors
Of a crash were not specific.

Yet the years have not diminished
People’s interest in her case
And a current exploration’s 
Given hope we can embrace.

Though confirmation’s yet to come
And will take pricey gear,
This news, unlike the usual,
Is wonderful to hear.

Amelia

So now a little sister
has come into James’s life
pretty little Amelia
is here to cause him strife

He loves his little sister
and is always by her side
helping his mother when he can
his heart so full of pride.

I hope their life is full of joy
and they can always be together,
like brother and sister should be there
through good and stormy weather 

He will protect her, this I know
as together through life they go
disagreements not here to stay
but love for each other every day

Looking Into the Eyes of Amelia

Asleep at two with curling wisps
around your precious face

Brow furrowed in concentration
of your dream playing out within

Then the lashes part revealing eyes
A startling tourmaline blue

Eyes that look into a horizon
 masked in thinning fog

What do you see little seafarer
through eyes that change with the light

Inner illuminated with a fire  burning ever so bright
 Come home,come home,come home to me

The source of ignition calls remember me
As I have never forgotten you

They Called Her Amelia Airho

She was known as Amelia Airho
          Air hostess premier on the go
Many men she took to bed
And not one of them she wed
She had a lot of fun, don’t you know

Miss Amelia Havisham's Garden Shed

between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint and oil 
as flies and wasps lying in state
were curled up past their fly-by-date
and nails and screws and metal hooks
shared space on shelves with brewery books
beneath a clock with broken hands
where time stood still amongst the cans
and jam jars full of pip-like seeds
stood next to things that no one needs
and while her tears had stained the glass
that looked out on the unkempt grass
upon the floor amid the mess
..a letter 
and her wedding dress.

Amelia Earhart

Amelia Earhart
David J Walker 

Betcha didn’t know
A previously undiscovered crater 
on the moon 
Was named for Amelia Earhart.
And if I go real soon
I’ll take part 
In the tourist excursion 
And swoon at the
Armstrong flag and
Ace the Alan Shepard Mini-Golf course 
And drive the Scott and Irwin 
Moon-buggy ride 
Popping wheelies in the Moon-dust
After that
There’s not much to do 
Except wait and gaze at the Earth 
And ponder the fate
Of Amelia Earhart

Betcha  didn’t know 
They think they found her
Anti-Freckle cream
On some remote island
I wonder if there is an excursion

Tribute To Amelia Earhart

Amelia, what were you thinking?
It was still the dark ages for women
Your parents and your husband spoiled you.
You had no idea what was waiting

Large greedy hands could not wait to get you
To make you what you were not
Simpering and begging, whining and groveling.
They thought you too proud.

You were captured by the Numbskulls 
Who capture all sassy confident, assertive women
And torture them into admitting 
That men are superior in every way

You did not go lightly or easily
They rapidly realized they had 
A wild cat on their hands.
One who had been spoiled.

You were making too much of a ruckus.
They got rid of you quietly, and in the dark.
You became a pirate, a water girl. 
Numbskulls being numbskulls!

Amelia Earhart

She started off in Kansas
Where dreamers often do
But this child with mind on flight
Never owned a pair of ruby shoes

Spending days out in the fields 
Underneath the bluest skies
Twirling round in circles 
Arms out open wide

With nothing there to hold her down
Nothing to cling to
But the desire to take life higher
Than the eager kite she flew

~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings

With mind set to wonder
She set her mind to stone
Took all that life would hand her
Never tossed the dog a bone

Lived this side of the edge
Of the yes I can
Knew a woman could do most anything
Attempted by a man

Amelia still fly's to this day
With gravity no longer in her way
She dreamed high and touched the sky
Leaving the world in her wake 

~Amelia Earhart~
A girl born to spread her wings

Amelia Lorelei

I’ve waited months for the day of your birth to arrive.
The time for you to enter this world is long overdue.
Your mother and I have been married for year number five.
It’s just before Christmas and all I want now is you.

When you didn’t come on time, I got a little scared.
That’s when I realized that I was ready to be a father.
Whenever you’re ready, I promise that I’ll be there
With open arms to care for both you and your mother.

You’ve shown me what it means to love someone so pure,
A life of innocence, with only love to give.
You will always be in my heart, of that you can be sure.
You will be my angel on Earth for as long as I live.

Amelia Harmon- a Bio

Amelia,
writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer,
Sister of James,
Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy,
who feels the weight of the world, love, pain,
who fears bones, secrets, fights
Would like to see a published book of mine, my friend's next reply, Hokkaido
Resident of Gifu, Japan,
Marie
friend, fearful, prideful, alone,
Sister of Meriwether (she's a girl, fyi)
Lover of books, music, art, my classes (all three of them)
Who feels the pain of the night, the bite of the wind and rain, the darkness of the heart, and the hatred that no one can see
Who fears her dark, dark heart, the things I cannot see, the things I don't hear, romantic love,
Would like to see mountains beneath my skis, wind in my sails, and courage in my heart
Resident of Seville, Ohio, USA
Harmon

*Note: Meriwether can be both a boys' and girls' name, famous example are the fairy in Sleeping Beauty (blue, I think) and Meriwether Lewis (he explored the western US with Sacajawea). I modded the poem slightly from the original form, using my middle name to link the two poems. X)

Amelia

As the sun shines so brightly 
    I am always playing cheerfully 

Makes me realize that I have grown into 
    An energetic personality I can call my own; 

Excited about being close to Mommy & Daddy 
    They're so special! 
        Playing with my sister 
            And even looking for a seashell. 

Listening to my heart and soul 
    When expressing my feelings in art 
         Or whatever I like to do; 

I live in a world of happiness and joy, 
    Of confidence & determination 
        That special glow; 

Always surrounded by the love 
    That I have come to know.

Amelia Earhart's Leather Jacket

Leather jacket cloaked
upon shoulders worldly wise
together they lay
within the Pacific floor.
New Year gift to keep her dry.

© Harry J Horsman 2013

Roses For Amelia

A rose blooms in the shadows of spring,
it is picked with love for her.
A prick of the thorn to show my love
One drop of blood to show I care.


A selfless gesture, the sound of loves beat;
shakes the ground and weakens my knees.
I would have held you till the last pedal feel
Not above you, shattered from grief.


Rest in peace my darling,
May heavens light be a blanket for two
When time comes for my rose to be picked
I will finally come home to you.


The rose I picked for Amelia
Lies in the dirt and withers away
The rose I picked for Amelia
She'll never see, I was one day too late.

Amelia Earhart--Into the Blue

Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play

In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With  Navigator Noonan she bravely set out
From South America they headed due east
Following  a planned but difficult route

Africa, India, S.E. Asia and on to New Guinea
But she never arrived at the next scheduled stop
Howland Island, a ship standing by to refuel
In the vast ocean, this land only a tiny drop

Many scenarios imagined over the years
Ditched in the water and lost to the sea
Crashed on an island and finally succumbed
Knowing that lost to the world she must be.

At home in the vast reaches of the sky
Breaking ground for the women of her time 
Scholar, author and fashion trend setter
A unanswered tragedy, she still in her prime

* In December of 2010, 3 small bones, a shoe, and some makeup found on 
Nakumaroro Island  in the vicinity  of Howland Island. DNA studies underway to 
determine whether they might be Amelias.

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