Best Aeroplanes Poems
In essence the unconscious mind,
Reveals all knowledge for mankind.
To pursue dreams, each vision brings,
Then soar above the earth on wings.
We navigate uncharted shores,
In oceans deep, mankind explores.
Now Astronauts walk on the moon,
And vaccines keep us all immune.
While seeking methods,to ensure,
Research disease to find a cure.
Now if we want to travel far,
There's railways, aeroplanes, or car.
Some might say, it's so much finer
Cruising on an ocean liner.
Or any time we are alone,
Our friends can call by mobile phone.
And television let's us share,
Events worldwide, in our armchair.
We speak with words for to converse,
But language sometimes can be terse.
In truth some minds are always blind,
With grandeur of a certain kind.
As mankind shows his cruel face,
Destroying life, to his disgrace.
By wars that escalate unchecked,
Whilst innocents, their lives are wrecked.
For Peacemakers, they clutch at straws,
To find someway to end those wars.
Their supreme efforts are in vain,
No changing minds of those insane
It seems that only peace can be,
In virtual reality.
4/22/2016.
For the Innate Magnetism poetry contest.
Sponsor. Unseeking Seeker.
Date of contest end.
Friday November 11th 2022.
Armistice Day of Remembrance.
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I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of happy couples
strolling along a sandy beach,
Through the Sunday Mass ,
a young priest on the altar
Through morning picnics,cook-outs
'gatherings of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the Valletta Grand Harbour,
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands,
through cherished moments
of Birthdays,Baptisms and Weddings,
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
All Restaurants shut down,
Our island is a ghost town,
I am the saddest clown.
Today I hear no aeroplanes
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet the church bell chimes at noon,
Amd I kneel on my knees.
Today there are no tourists
All children locked inside
This Covid 19 virus
is worse than any Boogey-man
IIt brings tears to our eyes.
It kills our own people
Destroying human-kind.
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skype,
My mothetr,brother ,father, I can't hug you
Just to keep you all alive.
Today the world's a scary place,
But together we would fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We'd leave this page behind.
We'd end this page as hereos
Compassionate and kind,
We'd be the great survivors
A candle in the night.
We'd learn from this dark moment
As dark as pitch black sky
We learn that above evil
Hope reighns, our sun would shine.
We learn to appreciate our loved ones,
Our ancestors ,Our elderly,
Our island and this world
Together we would make it
Through distance hand-in -hand.
If only you knew the feel of a zephyr,
With its current swooping around hillsides
Ruffling the spruce trees everywhere,
Or descend downwards towards verdant vales
Where flowers bloom all through the year.
If only you knew what the oceans utter
As wonderful waves smash into each other,
Or roll nonchalantly towards the bays,
Destroying sand castles or wiping up
The poor love letters which were written there.
If only you knew the various sounds of Earth,
The laughter of little children playing in our parks,
The parade of grown-ups commemorating feasts,
The sounds of aeroplanes fighting for supremacy,
Whilst on the ground tanks rumble on firing at will.
If only you knew the evil concocted by selfish persons,
Where kindness seems to be at a premium.
Yet I discern others who are compassionate
And help others less fortunate than themselves.
How grateful receivers of good works will be.
If only you knew how many angels fly above
Around the silver stars that orbit in perfect harmony.
Angels that care for this poor land which
We have ruined successfully through our unwanted trash.
While food is thrown away when others die in famine and pain.
Placed 1
Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
7/7 London terror attack 2005
7/7 London terror
On the local bus and heading west,
Going into London town.
There's something happened ahead,
Coz' the police are all around.
There are sirens in the distance,
There is panic in the air.
I am early for my interview,
So I do not need to care.
Then a phone call from my brother,
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?"
His words to me were frightening,
"Get off that bloody bus".
He spoke then of the carnage,
Of the scenes of disbelief.
The blood, the smoke, the murder,
The unrequited grief.
I could not travel further,
As the news it quickly spread.
Reports of bombs and suicides,
And of countless people dead.
I walked into a betting shop,
Saw the broadcasts of the news.
Then I saw those scenes of carnage,
And those sad uncensored views.
I saw the blood, the tears,
The shock, the sobbing cries.
I asked God, "what is happening?",
As the tears filled up my eyes.
To the bastards who have killed today,
It is you we do not fear.
For every person you have killed,
There are ten more coming here.
You can bomb us in the tube trains,
On the buses, in the street.
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes,
For its us you won't defeat.
You can bomb us in our villages,
You can bomb Old London town.
You can bomb us in the countryside,
For you'll never bring us down................
In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005
Climate change. .........
Don't you feel at night?
Suffocation in absense of light.
The future will be bright,
Only, if the climate is right.
Pollution here and there,
Question to live where.
It all becomes a nightmare,
When you walk with a lot of care.
Vehicles up and down,
And Aeroplanes flown.
A key for Pollution crown,
With the usage grown.
We need to fight,
Against the air-tight.
The future will be bright,
Only, if the climate is right
Heartless
Wanton Killings
By hijacked aeroplanes
unleashing death,shock,fear,anger
terror.
In memory of those that lost their lives during the attack on the world trade centre-i.e-sept 11 ,2001.
Sleep sweetly Jay, sleep sweetly
Will you dream of toys
Of little cars, and dinosaurs
You precious little boy.
Sleep sweetly Jay, sleep sweetly
All cosy in your bed.
Will you dream of aeroplanes,
Or puppy dogs instead.
Sleep sweetly Jay, sleep sweetly
Close your weary eyes,
Mum will lay down by your side,
And sing you lullabies.
Blinky Bill, and the wonder of all fairy tales
Snuggle Pot and Cuddle Pie and Hump Back Whales
Vegemite, ice cream, and violent crumble bars
Waltzing Matilda and The Southern Cross stars
The outback, the cities and a Coolabah tree
Golden sand, Billabongs, Damper and Billy Tea
Meeting singer John Farnham and saying G’day
All very special in their unique Aussie way
The flowers of Australia just blooming for you
The funny centipede with all his little legs
Christmas trees, Santa, and lots of Easter Eggs
A Butterfly, a rainbow, your parents tender love
Kookaburras, and sunshine and heaven above
Twinkling stars, laughter, your favourite toy
No matter how fleeting they’re yours to enjoy
Funny clowns, Birthdays, and big aeroplanes
Taking you places with magical names
Your playmates, family and favourite teddy bear
Are there to love you and your world to share
So smile dear Becky we love you too
May you treasure every day that life smiles on you.
Be at peace dear Becky, we will always remember you
And how in a plane I once with you flew!
To all the little children with Progeria disease
Let us find cure, until then, a wondrous life please!
attempting to make
model aeroplanes - -
super glued fingers
modern haiku
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
This is not the golden age.
It is the future reeling from
earthquake, hurricanes,
lost innocence, lost generations:
Who will cry?
Their voices are muted
beneath the blare of the trumpet sounders
who cry for justice: human rights,
the environment, save this, save that,
save the world.
They do not see
In the modern world,
after the dark-age, beyond skyscrapers,
escalators and aeroplanes, without concord.
They do not see the muting things
nor hear the muted voices.
In the modern world,
they
do not feel.
I rise and fall like spring tides
And soothing autumn winds
Like effervescing chemical solutions
And gliding butterfly wings
I rise and fall
Like aeroplanes departures and landing
And emblems on flagpoles standing
I rise and fall like ocean waves
And the landscape across the land
I rise and fall like someone’s hand
I rise and fall like the sun and moon
Like equinoxes and solstices
I rise and fall like speed on speedometers
I rise and fall like summer breezes
And the temperature on thermometers
The boy watched the plane as it rushed down the strip,
And lifted off into the sky,
He turned to his father with wonder and said,
"Daddy, what makes that aeroplane fly?"
"Well, son, it's like this, there are fine engineers,
Designers and people so wise,
Who work with true science and theories of flight,
It is them who make aeroplanes fly."
Then the boy looked around and spotted a bird,
As it flew from a tree to the sky,
He turned to his father with wonder and said,
"Daddy, who made that birdie to fly?"
"Well, no one, my son, it just happened by chance,
A million and some years ago,
In a time before airplanes or any such thing,
Just volcanoes and great lava-flows."
"A piece of green slime slithered out of a bog,
And realizing it was alive,
Decided that it would begin to develop,
In order that it could survive."
"So the slime grew some legs and finally some wings,
(Remember, this happened by chance)
It at first tripped and fell, then got up again,
It was learning to run and to prance."
"And then just like that it started to fly,
Over rivers and mountains and plains,
And the slime became monkeys, gorillas and men,
And the world was never the same."
The boy sat in silence and pondered a spell,
Then turned to his father and said,
"Didn't God make the world and the birdies that fly,
Like it says in that Bible we've read?"
"If it took a designer and fine engineers,
To make a small aeroplane fly,
Then there must be a God, a designer somewhere,
To make birdies that fly in the sky."
His Dad looked ashamed as he heard his son speak,
For he knew he was right all along,
He remembered the things he was taught while in school,
And he knew that those teachings were wrong.
For logic demands a design and a plan,
In the world in which we are livin',
And a God up above who designs out of love,
A creation for us He has given.
Triggars clicking,
Men shooting,
aeroplanes flying,
bombs dropping,
bones breaking,
trees snapping,
people dying,
letters sending,
women crying,
peace starting,
children learning,
earth changing.