Best Airport Poems
She left him for awhile
And it seemed alright.
. . . Until . . .
The sound
And touch of her
Was gone.
He failed to sleep
And the hunger disappeared.
He could not feel the soft caresses
Of places only God can see.
And emptiness,
Like soft shadows,
Moved within his soul.
. . . Then, he knew . . .
His love was gone.
Airports; people and planes,
Traffic jams and baggage claim.
Noisy, rumbling, to the gate I'm
running.
Looking at the screen for my flight,
Delayed? What is causing this
madness?
Dragging my bags; this way and
that.
Smoking lounge, where are you at?
Find a store, buy a book, gum and
a key-chain.
Drinking coffee, in a hurry, spilling
on my shirt - a stain.
Sigh. Get to gate, sit down, relax
with a napkin. Why stain, why ruin
my day?
All around they are yapping,
howling, and barking.
Making no sense, but they
understand.
Nodding and smiling. Switching
flights they're exhausted.
On the phone, on the laptop, on
the floor doing push-ups.
Need to email, need to talk, need
to connect. Why not send, an SMS?
Smiling, I look around and laugh.
plug in my headphones, pull out
the laptop and connect.
They're selling off our Airport, does anybody care?
The old Gazette's done nothing yet, no 'Save it' campaign there
The Echo there in Darlo seems quite reluctant to
Investigate the Peel Magnate and what they're pushing through
We contacted the BBC to find out what they thought
They built a reputation on injustices they've fought
But Inside Out's done less than nowt, it all seems too much hassle
Imagine the furore if it happened at Newcastle
It seems our dithering councillors sold off the legacy
Of half a million users, all done on the Q.T.
Our MPs tell us nothing, and, quieter than a mouse
Is the sinister young Minister of the Northern Poorhouse
Freedom of Information's not easy to obtain
Rumours of secret deals done, we hear now and again
But calls fall on deaf ears, to them it's all a game
Elected representatives should hang their heads in shame
It looks like asset-stripping, part of the business creed
As Peel dole out their reasons to mask their business need
And those we chose to serve us must surely think we're blind
I wonder who's being treated well, in my suspicious mind. CHING CHING.
We had a bustling airport, to us a little gem,
But giving up our heritage means simply nowt to them,
They're gonna build the factory sites and houses everywhere
They're killing off our airport and no one seems to care.
They're killing off our airport and no one seems to care.
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'AIRPORT' LOUIS SPENCE. Thank You
Oh the joys of an airport trolley
I try and push it oh what a folly
The wheels always have a life of their own
I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home
I want it to go left but it goes off to the right
I give in to its stubbornness; I really don’t want a fight
At last I reach the check in I can leave the trolley behind
Farewell you metal monster you drove me out my mind
I queue up at the check in to get my boarding pass
Hope they don’t scrutinise my photo I really look an ass
No I’ve not got any liquids and I packed the bag myself
Oh damn I’ve left my travel sickness pills on the kitchen shelf
Now its through security oh how I do hate that
Remove your belts and boots, your scarf and your hat
Make sure you put your liquids in a plastic bag
Without my Oil of Olay I look a real old hag
In the departure lounge your pocket takes a hit
Have you seen the cost of a cuppa – it takes the mick a bit
You sit around for ages and hope that there is no delay
I just want to board the plane and go on holiday
Herded up like cattle when you hear the flight number call
I climb the aircraft steps carefully so I don’t take a fall
Squeeze into the aircraft seat and buckle up your belt
Hope the pilot knows their stuff and your last card’s not got dealt
Finally the plane takes off and you are in the air
Thirty minutes flight time for an exorbitant fare
Finally you land and you reach your destination
Time to relax and sit back and enjoy your vacation.
Jan Allison
30th April 2014
Thursday morning
So much follow-up;
Check To-Do list
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Airport drive 7:15am
Terminal 2 Departure;
Brunei trip for one
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Morning psalm
Prayers for peace;
Come Holy Ghost
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Old car resting
New car on-the-road;
Workshop service job
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Waiting time
Hours and minutes;
Poetry on the wing
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Tea and pastry
Morning communion;
Snacking on verses
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Thoughts juggling
All things possible;
Poems oozing out
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Swirling sounds
Order in chaos;
Food centre devotional
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Waiting rituals
Time to kill time;
What a waste?
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Roadside vendor
Newspapers proliferate;
Random customers
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Snack in hand
Tea and iPad screen;
Sanguine persuasion
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I sit here
Alone with odd feel;
Strangers for company
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Curious old ladies
Stare at me writing;
Sneaky intruders
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Humid heat stalks
Overhead fans pour;
Hot air and sweat
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And when I look
Do you see me?
Transparent feel
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Hot tea scenario
No additives;
Swirling brown brew
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Noisy surroundings
Fish market ambience;
Order in chaos
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Leon Enriquez
28 April 2015
Singapore
Summer night pulsing
Streak of jets landing
Sapphire lights winking
Minds ricocheting
Lovers embracing
Cologne, silk caressing
Muscle maneuvering
Luggage uplifting
Strength celebrating
Interstate soaring
Windows, dash, dancing
Jazz and soul rocking
Frequency sampling
Circuits infusing
Earth-force vibrating
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
Choice made long ago
Fades in clinging airport hugs
Exile1 heart strings tug.
Features;
apparitions
reflect in dark windows;
a field of Orchids made of silk
wilting.
On arrivals...
Warm wave and sweet hello's
On departure.
There are pout and tears of goodbyes
Trolleys of baggages pulled fast
Individuals walking past from everywhere
Some gives a smack and hug
Uncaring if someone bugs
Important documents keep intact
Mobile phones on high alert
Waiting..
Waiting...
Waiting...
On the near time
I hope and pray
I will go too, soon
I wish, I will see smiles
No tears of sad goodbyes
With blessings of happiness
A reckon nectar of sighs
by
olive_eloi
12:14 am
02/27/2014
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International Airport
This nowhere, a contrived freedom
expatriate as air,
demonstrates our mastery
of what we meet or leave behind.
Each precise beginning
finds an ending imprecise,
as we fly to where or whom we wish
only to find them somehow less.
The conquered distance
returns within ourselves
as all that's joined grows relative
becomes a nowhere too.
Until the town seems smaller
the loving eyes less absolute.
You left me today
Leaving your contrail in the sky
I saw you off at the airport
Waving even after you turned
Till you disappeared
Yet my legs did not want to move
I could feel your warm breath on my cheek
Now I felt my tears
I watched your contrail in the sky
Until it was dark
At the Airport, waiting for the plane,
I look around and see
Heads all down, screens alight, conversation naught.
People sitting, concentrating, fingers flying,
No discussion, silently watching, no hello or goodbye.
Laptops open, Apps displaying, checking data shown
Facebook posting, message sending, emails answered too.
Chips are crunching; gum is popping, and eyes all down,
Earphones hanging, noiseless watching, I silently smile.
Unknown people, business minding, waiting patiently,
Silent sitting, people staring, no expression shown.
Books are open, pages turning, another chapter gone,
I am writing, quietly observing, time is ticking by
Anxiously waiting, stand or seated, lined up for the call.
Arms are crossing, legs are stretching, others pacing around,
Delay in boarding, steward calling, apologies announced.
People wriggling, children whining, boredom rising fast,
Glitch in system, technology failing, repairs still underway.
Times a ticking, people sighing, hoping not too long,
Boarding happening, bags now gathered, priority passengers called.
Gates have opened, people moving, stewards checking pass,
Seats now filling, belts all fastened, purring engine heard.
People chatting, lights are shining, doors are all closed,
Announcement broadcast, safety demo, wheels are rolling down.
Captain speaking, welcome given, lift off happening, too late now,
Sit relaxing; we are flying, finally homeward bound.
Nose is an Airport,
Importing,
Exporting,
Air!
Looking at you I understand
That nothing is more suitable to airports
Than great men's names
Like a flock of birds the planes
Take off and land
Like your thoughts, John Kennedy
I feel so small
Calling your name
Through the engines' roar
A sudden desire
To die young
In this world of mediocrity
Surrounding man eternally