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this was me

it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as we expressed
our mutual love of words
i was excited, i was learning,
unbeknowst to me, i was his prey..

many months and thousands of hours, 
talking, reaffirmed my trust; faith in him
he shared his life, triumps & tragedies
i supported all he desired for himself..

i understood, i felt his pain, 
his drive i admired, he overcame tremedous odds,
became a doctor so others would not suffer as he had;
he baited me; the innocent and naieve one.

living life with no regret,
i chose to take a leap of faith,
he guided me, alleviated my fears,
of promises to cherish and adore me..

as a tiger waits patiently to pounce on his prey
i was oblivious to his hatred inside,
he was a master of manipulation
his mission - to destroy me..

i felt he was worth giving 
up all i knew to build a life
he so lovingly described to me,
little did i know, his words - poison..

america bound i left everything i knew; i loved.
the terror of his drunken rages, his icy silence,
the cruelty of his words stung like red hot coals.
what he admired most about me,intensified his hatred.

the vacancy in his eyes was terrifying, 
i was alone in a strange country, 
knowing no one, in a house, not a home, 
full of tension, rage, abuse; numb and in shock;
this was my reality..

with each painstaking day of living in terror
dreading his arrival, my fear reached new heights;
i had enough; i was leaving.
his rage increased, his words pure venom..

i was numb, shaking, fear drove me to action
he became desperate, i did not sleep 
for fear of never waking, his actions so terrifying
i felt a strength within, empowering me..

planning my escape, fear became my ally,
i reached the airport and did not stop shaking
until safely on the plane, doors shut, 
moving down the runway to take-off;
i wept, i crumbled, i collapsed.

jubilantly at home, i felt peace, safe, 
and soaked in the beauty of my freedom; my home.
it has been six weeks; i have flashbacks, 
terror still haunts me; i am determined 
to not let another change me.

i am healing and am grateful for every
moment i smile, smell a flower, witness
the marvel of each sunrise and sunset.
i am a blessed girl.

~this was me~ 


Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2007


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Unexpected events

My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure how I'm gonna act or what I'm gonna say
But of one thing I'm sure, when you'll be in front of me, you'll take my breath away.


While I'm waiting, my mind is flying away
From the moment you'll get here, to the first move you'll make.
I just wish, this day to be perfect
I hope I'm ready for any unexpected events.


It's getting late and you're nowhere to be found
I'm getting all kinds of emotions, but is nothing I can do about..
The park is empty, looks like the rain is gonna arrive
I guess I should be going too, nothing makes me stay around.


Maybe you got stuck in traffic or you've just changed your mind,
Either way, I better go now, maybe we'll get to meet some other time..
And now my battery is dying, I have such a lucky day,
I don't think this day could get any better,
           >>no 'eff!n' way!!<<


Where should I go now? to the hotel or to a pub?
I'll get me something to drink before Imma call it a nite.
I don't find my card key, guess I'm losing my mind..
Huh?!
 Who the 'eff' are you 'my friend'?
 Why do you have to honk so loud?


    you: Hey!!!
    me: Gosh, you scared me!
    you: Where are you going? don't we have a date?
    me: Hey, you're the one that got here late.
    you: Yeah, I'm sorry. look, I've been running all the way...
    me: Cool. I'm glad you came.
           I'm starving. where you gonna take me?
    you: well, since our picnic is ruined, thanks to the coming rain.. 
           lemme take you to my favorite restaurant..
    me: sounds great. OK.


While in the car, you've turned on the radio
And the silliest song was playing in the air
Smiling, you looked at me and started dancing
Gosh, you're amazing. (that's what I said)


We've got to the restaurant
It's getting pretty hot
No sign of the rain now
Guess she just changed her mind.


When I stepped inside
My favorite song was playing .. so loud
And once you've heard it, you took my hand in yours and smiled
you: Hey, this is our song since now!!


Since then I got this feeling, this awesome feeling inside
I'm with the right person and the nite has just begun
You're full of surprises, beautiful and kind
For me you are so special, I'll roll my dice tonight.


Next thing I know, we were back in the car
The music was playing loud, you were driving too far
The last stop we've made, was at the hotel I'm staying
You grabbed me in your arms and .. and then's when it started ... raining.


The weather gets colder, your hand is on my shoulder,
I ask you if you want to come and wait inside.
The fireplace is on, your clothes are on the stove
I bring you comfy clothes, while you're in the shower.


The rain is falling from the sky, the night is deep, looks black and white
I pour you a glass of wine while getting closer.
The electricity goes off, all of a sudden
We're in the dark, the music stops - I lit (up) a candle.


Looks like the rain has stopped now (or for the moment)
I pour you another glass of wine..
I touch your hand, you're grabbing mine
And pull me closer.


The last thing I remember, you were playing through my hair
I felt your (warm) breath down on my neck and I've kissed your shoulder
Slowly, you laid me down, on the floor, whispering something in my ear
Your fingers were walking down my spine, I've closed my eyes.. that's when we've kissed.


We've spent the night together, sleeping in each other arms
I was your blanket, you were my pillow - the dawn was coming fast.
I woke up and.. watching you sleeping
You found me smiling when you've opened your eyes.


Things went so fast - time was flying by
Only four days, until we say goodbye.
All the sand from the beach, the pictures framed in our minds
The scrambled eggs in the mornings, (all those) kisses (stolen) through the night.


While I'm counting the seconds, my mind is flying away
From the moment we've met, to the last thing you'll say.
I just wish, this day to last forever
I hope our story will never have an end.


In the airport, while waiting for our planes to come
Our silly love song was playing one more time
And once again, you took my hand in yours and smiled
That's when you've asked me, if I want to be ... your wife.


Copyright © south aqua | Year Posted 2014


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UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN - PAUL CALLUS

I felt I’d known you all my life When I met you and your lovely wife Your daughter and grand-daughter too A friendship forged, we will again renew When I saw you at the airport today Hugs and kisses came my way Treasured memories of the days we met These precious times we will never forget Hugs Jan *** Jan Allison 4th November 2014


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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Disaster On Flight FD4465E

I arrived at the airport, along with my wife
For two whole weeks we'll live the good life
We're flying out today for a break in Italy
The place we've both always wanted to see.

We got through security then went to duty free
Champagne for my wife, and whiskey for me
We went to a restaurant for a quick bite
And patiently awaited the call for our flight.

It flashed up on the board, gate number eight
We were excited now and we couldn't wait
Showed our passports and boarded the flight
Sat down in our seats and buckled up tight.

The captain announced we're ready to go
We taxied to the main runway steady and slow
Then we picked up speed, we were moving quite fast
The plane rose from the ground airborne at last.

An hour went by and I reached down for my book
Then we heard a loud bang and the plane shook
There was screaming and panic, kids started to cry
Someone shouted out " we're all going to die ".

The plane started to dive, the cabin filled with smoke
Passengers were coughing some started to choke
The blue sea was below us and I saw a boat
And I thought to myself, would we sink or float.

A mask dropped down, hit me in the face
The crew shouted the order to "brace, brace "
The plane made impact and bounced on the sea
We were all thrown about and I twisted my knee.

The lockers above opened and all the bags flew around
The screaming got louder, I'd never heard such a sound
Cold seawater poured in at a very fast rate
Then a hostess shouted loudly to " evacuate ".

She said " put on your lifejackets and head for the door " 
People struggled to move with all the bags on the floor
There was panic and crying, both women and men
And I vowed to myself I'd never fly again.

The crew were brilliant they helped everyone out
Lives saved by their actions, of that I've no doubt
It was a strange sight seeing everyone afloat
Then in the distance I again saw the boat.

Above the noise of the sea a sound we did hear
It was the boats foghorn to let us know it was near
A loud gurgling sound we heard was the plane going down
" Swim away " someone shouted " or else you might drown ".

As the plane disappeared it sent up a fine spray
In the distance I saw lifeboats heading our way
There were many passengers with some injury
My wife and I had been lucky, apart from my knee.

The grim reaper tried to snatch us, oh he had tried
But God heard our prayers today and no one had died
We're finished with flying now, my wife and me
The next holiday we go on will be one at sea,




Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018


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The Immigration Officer Asked Me

                                 "The Immigration Officer Asked Me."

I was asked where are you coming from?
I answered I ran away from the war in my
country.?

I was asked how many years the war lasted?
I answered there was war for sixteen years
we were bombarded daily attacked by militia
on our way to work when we could go to work.

I was asked why did you choose this country?
I answered because they accept political refugees
and i heard that Canadians are helping us.

I was asked why do you look so pale and slim?
I answered because we had no food to eat when
we were bombarded we could not go out to buy
food, and when we were in the shelter nobody
brought us any food.

I was asked why are you wearing dark glasses?
I answered because i am not used to see the light.
We rarely had electricity, always using a candle
and staying in the dark for days my eye sight
weakened.

I was asked why don't you hear well?
I answered because of the arterially shelling.
And we had a bomb falling on our ceiling when
i was sitting in our home before the bomb fell.

I was asked why do you look shabby?
I answered because we never had water.
We never had water running in our tapes 
we had to buy water to have a shower or 
rain to fill utensils in plastic for many days.

He asked why don't you have any luggage?
I answered because i have nothing to wear.
My kids education needed all the money and 
i worked 2 jobs to bring in some money.

He asked what kind of work did you do?
I answered i was working in the hospital.
And working in a Boutique for mens clothing.

He asked were you working as a nurse?
I answered no i was cleaning the floors
and bathrooms i was everywhere for years
in that hospital.

He asked do you have any money on you?
I answered no the militia took everything.
When i arrived to the boat to leave the 
country as the airport was closed for 
years sometimes, at the port, one militia 
guy just snatched the few dollars i had.

He asked did you leave your home behind?
I answered no they bombarded my home
its in rebels i have nothing left in Lebanon.
He noticed my tears tumbling down my cheeks.

He asked where were you living then?
I answered i lived underground with many
people, for months sometimes we were 
underground sleeping on the floor somedays 
we had no food given by the enemy, the cry`s 
of children hungry was unbearable.

He asked do you have any family with you?
I answered no i have been alone since the war.
I had to send away my children after they 
were able to graduate not to be snatched by 
the militia. They both went to the US to work.

He asked how many children do you have?
I answered i have two boys one is a lawyer
and my other son is an interior designer.

He asked and where are they now?
I answered they ran away from the militia
to the US as we had very close friends who 
took them until they could find work to pay 
a rented room.

He asked how may languages do you speak?
I answered i speak three languages.
Arabic English and French.

He asked do you want to stay here?
I answered with my tears blinding
my eyes, please, i have nowhere
to go and i heard so much about 
the Canadians how human and 
generous they are.

He looked at me with a painful look
I will accept you as a political refugee
we will give you some money every
month you will have a bed to sleep
you will have food to eat work to do
water to drink shower and clothes
to wear and you can ask your 
children to come, are you happy now.

He stamped my passport and wished
me a good luck with a huge smile.
The beginning of a new life.

                                             Terry
                                           7/3/2013



Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013


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BLOODLESS - Tale of a Hero and the People He Died For

You knew you were going to die. 1
And yet you came, thinking no matter how insane,
the man on the seat of power would never want you dead
… it would be too much on his head.

And so you came, and there in the brightness of the day
they took your life away, on the tarmac… in broad daylight. 2
I was too young to  fully understand, and yet I cried  -
The greatest leader we never had, the greatest leader we needed to have … died.

August 21, 1983 was a day of ignominy.
The nation suffered from shamed infamy;
Too many people, not just one witness,
yet not anyone saw, everyone was witless.

The world mocked our country of too little people.
Seemed all we could do was pray on the steeple,
we were hopeless, hopeless…helpless…
Quo vadis, Filipino?

The tide of justice was slow in turning,
even though on the streets, one felt intense mourning.
Peace loving people were silently seething,
faithful and compliant, yet inwardly…defiant.

Seventeen years seemed still not enough,
the man on the throne just couldn’t give up;
With close-knit advisers, and media sanitizers -
If one contradicts, he sees the gunpoint…with silencers.

What must have you felt the days after you left? 
Did you think we were too blind, too mute and deaf?
Took almost three years for us, to finally get our act
I guess we were too set in our ways, too afraid…to react.

What the man in power and his cronies up the tower.
must not have considered… are the new movers and shakers.
There was only so much we could take…
There was only so much we could tolerate…

February 25, 1986 was the day we started to fix 3
the road of our shamed history. 
It was the day People Power came to be
the man in power was kicked out from tower
as ordinary citizens , nuns and everyone
faced his armed men aboard the tanks.
People unarmed, just some bottled water, 
a few sandwiches and bunches of flowers.

It was the day we looked up the sky, 
offered a fervent gratitude to heaven’s door -
and told Ninoy…thank you for believing 
“The Filipino is worth dying for”. 4



History Notes:

1. Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, Jr., then senator and leading opposition leader (to Pres. Ferdinand Marcos, Philippine dictator who was in power 1965-1986) was advised  by the First Lady not to come back from 3-year exile in the USA, as there was a plot to assassinate him. As to whose plot, it was not clarified.

2. Manila International Airport, right after he went out of the airplane. Media took photos from the window.

3.  There was so much social unrest, and Cardinal Sin, through the radio and other respected media men, finally appealed to all people to go out and stage a massive peaceful protest with people making human barricade against the tanks in EDSA Avenue, Metro Manila's main thoroughfare. No one was killed. Ninoy's wife Cory Aquino who won the election, took the oath of office. The People Power Revolution, the first of its kind, in the Philippines and in the world, was eventually copied by France and other countries.

4. Ninoy Aquino, in an interview a few minutes before he left the plane to his death.



31 July 2015


Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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Vacation Disaster

We arrived at the airport quite late
My passport was months out of date
My husband was snappy
The baby filled its nappy
I just stood there and got quite irate

The pilot had been on the pop
On the runway he couldn't stop
He just missed a tree
Stopped off for a pee
Now his career is facing the chop

Our hotel was two star not four
Cockroaches crawled on the floor
We got a terrible fright 
In the middle of the night
A tornado blew off our door

Written for Vacation Humor Contest Sponsored By Carolyn Devonshire
07~23~14


Copyright © JADAZZLE UNITED | Year Posted 2014


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AT THE AIRPORT

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.


Copyright © William Crocker | Year Posted 2011


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Shock and Awe, Coming Back Home

My friends come home draped in flags 
I pause at the edge of the airplane door
Facing a tunnel leading me to a muffled joy
Strangers tell me I am related to them...
I deny a woman with three kids... her kiss
My friends are slipping in trucks with flags
They are loaded and back doors explode shut...
..............................................................

I wake up in a trench of blood and clean pillows
The same woman from the airport next to me
 Peacefully breathing...and I thought she was dead...
I think I am finally home, fans are not propellers
Camouflage doesn't bear swing sets in backyards
My friends' helmets, guns and boots line up in my head
Patrolling with weapons made of aluminum foil
-------------------------------------------------

There is too much silence for a dead soldier walking...
I think I FEEL the kiss of the woman with three kids ...









Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2011


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Brume

The city is a milky, oval opal
cradled between the mountains' breasts;
from my airplane window I view her misty shoulders,
her features masked by darkness,
quiet in midnight sleepiness.
From my perspective she lies in peaceful slumber,
but what do shadowy vapors hide?

We descend; closer,
the pricks of light stab more sharply
until I can discern the gleaming blood flowing,
shimmering rivers pulsing through the streets.

This flight will end below
where you are waiting in brightly lit airport;
people rush upon their ways
to other highways twisting through the sky.
We will find an all night cafe,
sit across from one another
and wish our own heart fog would dissipate. 

Copyright, August 13, 2015


Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015


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Leaving Me Behind

Here we are again, you having to pack
When I just got used to having you back
I hate you having to work so far
Wanting to see you doesn’t mean just getting in my car

Inside I shout “can’t you just stay?”
Wishing not another goodbye I have to say
But before I know it you’re on your way

“Passport? Ticket? Here to check in mate?”
“15 minute before you have to be through the boarding gate”
I hate it all and I’m trying to be fine
But every time it’s you going through, leaving me behind

Thousands of miles away
Me being here counting each day
Before I get to have you back
Then again just a while before you have to pack

Again that boarding gate
I absolutely hate
Standing there waving as you disappear in the crowd
Airport announcements oh so loud

Walking to the car
And it feels so far
Because I’m feeling alone
Knowing when I get there you won’t be home

I can’t wait to hear “Here to check in mates?”
“15 minutes before you guys have to be through the boarding gate”
Not having to stay across the line or say goodbye
Maybe then I’d love airports just fine
When you’re not leaving me behind


Copyright © BE Bailey | Year Posted 2014


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Re-found Visiting Qualicum Beach

We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song

Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~            
When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared

The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~           
When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled

We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          
The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip

Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~
Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned

You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~
We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare

Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
   ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~          ~
Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share

We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010


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Vegetable Love

Sweet peas,
Sweet corn,
Sweet the clue,
That does adorn,
The sweetest thing
I've ever seen,
Since I was born...

Like "Casablanca"
Embracing at an airport,
But not for "Goodbye"
But here to "court"

No way, but 
A short while ago,
Would I ever,
Dare to believe,
This could ever be so...

Life carries some surprises,
Some are awful sweet,
Not every one,
Ends in some 
horrible defeat...

I'll ask no more,
Of my God above,
Because he has returned
Your precious love.





Copyright © johnathon bart | Year Posted 2008


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Delusional reality check

Delusional reality check

Do you feel it?
I know you do,

you know the feeling,
that nagging feeling

deep down inside,
inside your soul,
your psyche,

the part of you,
that even you don't 
go to visit, very often
because,
it's a very, very,
scary place.

So instead, 
you try to avoid thinking
about it...
that thing, 

that's always present,
that thing, that
you can run from, 
but you can't hide from
because it's 
always there, like your shadow
there's no escaping it.

You saw the news last night,
right?
as it raised it's ugly head again?

You tried not to watch it,
so you change the channel,
but there it is, again,
you turn off the tv
and turn on the radio
but there it is again!
breaking news,
you try not to listen
because you know 
what will happen if you listen...
your life will change...
again... forever.

But you did hear it!
you did see it!
the unimaginable happened
again!
Children, 
innocent children...
killed at a music concert
by a suicide bomber.

Those words,
never used to 
come out of your mouth...
but now it happens 
all, 
the, 
time!

And so, 
you try to convince yourself
that everything will be alright!
but you know...
the truth...
deep down
inside your very core
and you want to scream
it's NOT GOING TO BE ALRIGHT!!
THIS IS CRAZY!!!
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!
I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE KILLING
VIOLENCE...TO CHILDREN
(they could be my children)
where are my children?
Oh yeah, they're upstairs
sleeping, safe and sound...
but are they safe?
Am I safe?
Who is next?
will they strike at the mall again?
or the airport again,
or at the restaurant again,
or just walking down the street...
will I get mowed down by a truck
for no reason at all!
maybe at school, 
there will be another shooting 
and my children?
No stop it!
stop it right now!
stop thinking like that
don't get hysterical
if we show any fear,
or if we change our normal routine,
they have won!
and you won't let them win right?

So, you put on your mask,
your happy smile,

that prozac induced
blank stare,
and you go out with your friends,
to the usual places,

that nice little french cafe on the corner,
the mall, for the sales of course!
look at that nice little black purse!
Oh I need another one!
that, will go so nice with my,
oh no, 
I don't have a dress to go with this purse
oh, look over there!
it's perfect!

you know what you're doing,
you're distracting yourself,
trying to convince yourself, 
that all is well...
everything is fine!
really it is!!

your distractions, 
your delusional illusions,
will not keep you safe,

and,
deep down inside 
you know it!

You pass by a mirror
and see yourself,
you fix your hair,
then you stop to analyze
your face, 
and then, 
you see it!
At that very moment,
you realize...
that,
they have won!



For sad free verse contest
May 23,2017



















Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017


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Thanks 2015


            Thanks for 2015

                     Year Two Thousand Fifteen appeared phenomenal
                     bestowing new meaning in life on novel arrival
                     of my granddaughter Arianna to draw
                    God's blessing to my daughter and son-in-law.

                Daughter of my heart received me on June morning
                 in the airport with her pretty daughter smiling
                on her lap, the cute little angel
               giggling like ringing of jingle bell.

             I glanced, enchanted and stretched hands to her.
               She just plunged on me as if too familiar.
             So-long forgotten reminiscences brought me shower of charms
             I felt as if daughter of my heart returned back to my arms.

                   Thanks to the year Two Thousand Fifteen 
                   for great reward of granddaughter to win. 
                    I am overwhelmed to be a grand parent
                 to watch a bud to bloom in beauty and scent.

   01/09/2016

     Giving Thanks for 2015 Poetry Contest     First Place
  Sponsor Carol Eastman


Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2016


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The things that we value

The things that we value are lost in time
and only preserved in one's memory.
It's useless to try to capture in rhyme
as all else is changing ceremony.
I remember what it once meant to meet
or welcome a loved one at the airport.
Time spent waiting for a daughter was sweet.
Moments of recognition at the port
door was worth all the traffic to get there.
In this world terror and security
are acceptable so we must beware
and lose all the small forms of dignity
we valued a moment ago. Truth is
not war's casualty, humanity is.


Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007


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We Bow in Remembrance

Head bowed
Another lost
Only nineteen
Life exhaust

Suicide bomber
Checkpoint aimed
Distant detonation
Bloodthirsty reign

Flown home
Last journey
Sombre flight
Deceased early

Airport met
Coffin carried
Mourning wife
Newly married

Another hero
Theatre down
Another funeral
Tearful town

Families gather
Friends unite
Stars n Stripes
Mournful sight

Firing salute
Last farewell
Congregation disperse
Wishing well




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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010


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Stranger Than Fiction PART 4

I  continued down the driveway and then came to a stop, damn, I thought I’ve come down the wrong driveway it must be further up.Then a man appeared from behind some trees with a sheepdog, great I thought I’ll ask him.

I got out of the car and said “hello,” he said hello back and asked was I lost,” no” I said “I think I’ve taken a wrong turn I’m looking for St Jude’s”
.
“St Judes is no longer here, and pointed over to the right, see that impression well that’s where it used to be over seventy odd years ago, I looked over to where he was pointing and  there was what appeared to be lots of broken grey stones scattered everywhere.

“But I was here last night, I spent the night here” I said He looked at me like I was from Mars or somewhere , “well where did it go”? I asked.

The man said” it was during the war and a German Heinkell 177 was heading for the steel works at East Moors in Cardiff and wanted to do some serious damage to the war effort and of course was carrying a full load of SC250 bombs but a few miles from here were two anti aircraft batteries up in the hills and when they saw the bomber coming, they let go with everything they had and witnesses at the time say the cockpit was trailing smoke so it was out of control and out of the entire wilderness around here by bad luck crashed into the monastery, there was one almighty explosion and a fireball that could be seen as far away as Cardiff, of course there were no survivors and all thirty or so monks and the bomber crew died in the inferno.”
I just stood there in disbelief and could feel the hairs pricking on the back of my neck, I was in total shock.
“Are you okay “ ? said the man “ you’ve gone very white looking”
“No I’m okay” I said , He looked at his watch and said” I’d better be off , my wife will be wondering where I am, well nice to meet you,” he said “goodbye” and he was gone.

I sat in the car and my head was going around, did I dream it I asked myself, I had a sudden thought, the punctured tyre, I got out of the car and opened the boot and strapped in the well was a brand new tyre that had never been used, I went cold again and couldn’t think straight, was I going mad , was I working too hard .
After ten minutes I drove off and headed for the airport, I was about fifteen minutes out from the airport and I noticed a car with hazard lights flashing, I pulled up behind and got out to see if help was needed, it was an elderly couple and they had hit a rock in the road and had a puncture, I offered to change it for them and did so, they were extremely grateful, “can we give you something for your trouble,” “no” I said “just do a good turn for someone when you get the chance “and then remembered where I had last heard those words.

I was just about to drive away when I remembered the basket  and I insisted that they have it and I think I made their day, the old lady was crying with happiness and I could feel myself welling up too.

I was in the departure lounge and fired up the laptop and searched for St Judes Monastery, I read what it said and it was as the man had told me , then I saw the date that it happened November the twelfth 1944.
I was deep in thought not understanding what I had experienced, I vowed to myself never to speak of it , no right minded person would ever believe me .
I was brought out of my deep thought with the announcement from the tannoy “ will passengers travelling to Edinburgh International please make their way to gate 44, thank you” 
    
( THE CONCLUSION )


Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018


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Woke Up In Australia

Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they were moving,
in tight clothes so scintillating,
one looked so hot I couldn’t think
as we walked out the door…

Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
went to sleep in Santa Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what I’m doing,
but the folks are nice
and there’s beer on ice,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, mate!

Where the girl went, I do not know,
nor even where we did go
when we left that raging party,
probably to an airport.
Vaguely recall lights turned down low,
did I get with her? I hope so!
Joining the mile high club is
a real fine way to score…

Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
I blacked out in Sante Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what to do next,
but the weather’s nice,
and they do shrimp right,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, hey!

The ladies here are so sweet,
and the men all like grilling beef,
the animals want to kill me,
guess you can’t have everything.
Do you know they have ski hills?
And vineyards to drink your fill,
Plus kangaroo is so tasty you
don’t know what your missing!

Yes, I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and I wonder when they’ll find me,
send me back to Santa Fe.
Yes, I woke up in Australia,
all because of some strange Sheila,
but I’m doing fine
under southern skies,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, G’day!


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018


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The Retirement Home The Final Stop

From my window I watch the furniture van 
drive up to the front entrance: one more occupant,
one more elderly, one more transient. 

For most, it will not be a long stay.  
Life moves quickly here, like an expected
overnight frost.

All must learn to ration the essentials – 
money, food, friendships, a scarcity of days. 
Like baggage dropped off at an airport,
 
they wait for childhood’s promised flight
to a new and better destination that will never come, 
the hearse they will never see.


Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2018


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We All Need Golden PP Cards

Everyone needs a gold psychedelic prejudice card.
A PP card to carry that shows whether they are an auto-demi-dog  or republi-cat
A PP card that says whether they are a liberal or a permissive, a pinko,
or a fundamentalist right-wing-bird.
This all-knowing PP card could instantly tell us whether their kitchens are red or orange or another color.
Without gold PP cards, how do we know who to hate?

Sure, we can sort some people out as hate-able right away.
White people’s faces blaze forward in a glaring way, so face colors are easy.
Freckled people have freckles on their faces or their arms, so if we want to hate them, cards are not necessary.
Red-headed people cannot hide their hair all the time.
Chevy drivers have that Chevy emblem, so that’s easy.
But for some stuff, we truly need a gold PP card –a hate card, so we will know who to hate.

I think this card should be implanted under our foreheads, but shiny enough that we can see it,
So when we decide to talk to a stranger on a bus or in line at the airport we know WHO we are talking to, so we will know who to hate.

Also, our children will meet only the kinds of people we approve of.
There are a lot of undesirables out there.  They need to be pointed out right away, so we can instill a solid ground of prejudice in them at a young age.
I am thinking the PP cards should be implanted at birth.

Am I right?


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Air Travel

AIR TRAVEL

When travelling by air, the first thing that you do,
Is gather all your stuff and pack your bags,
And especially when you travel by plane,
Make sure they are all equipped with luggage tags.

We usually print out our boarding passes,
About 24 hours before,
This way we avoid any extra airport lines,
And getting onto the plane, we’ll be assured.

Confirm that you scheduled a car service,
To get you there an hour before your flight,
You check in your luggage and go through security,
They scan with an x-ray whatever is not in plain sight.

You take off your shoes, and remove from your pockets,
Any objects, sometimes your belt or your watch,
You walk through a scanner, on rare occasions pat you down,
Just make sure they avoid your crotch.

Now you walk with your carry-on bags,
Sometimes a quarter mile to your respective gate,
You check the screen if your flight’s still on time,
Now all you have to do now is wait.

Finally you get on the line to board the plane,
The representative collects your pass,
Hopefully you will not sit next to someone,
Who spills over into your seat because of his big, fat ***.

You find your seat whether it’s assigned or not,
Depending on if you are on Jet Blue or Southwest,
You put your carry-ons in the overhead bins,
It won’t be until you land that you could truly rest.

The flight attendant prepares you for take-off,
She points out the location of the emergency doors,
She tells you to have all your stuff stored above, 
Or under the seat in front of you on the floor.

The “Fasten your seat belt” light goes on,
They demonstrate the use of the oxygen mask,
Trying to adjust that overhead air nozzle,
Can really be a challenging task.

You’re told to have your seatback in the upright position,
Have your snack table stowed away is what you hear,
The flight attendant says, “We’re cleared for take-off”,
The next thing you know is you’re up in the air.

You look in the seat pocket in front of you,
There’s a barf bag and a schematic of the plane,
Then you browse through the items in the Sky-mall catalog,
If I bought something from them, you might call me insane.

A lousy bag of peanuts and small cup of soda,
Is about the extent of the food that you will get,
So it’s a good idea to buy something to eat,
Before you are about to board the jet.

Your plane finally lands on the runway,
It’s the start of a much needed vacation,
You hope that when you go to find your bags,
You don’t discover that they arrived at another destination.





Copyright © Mark Friedman | Year Posted 2015


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PACKING FOR YOUR HOLIDAY-VACATION

PACKING FOR YOUR HOLIDAY/VACATION


Brochures, brochures,
brochures galore,
Covering the table 
and scattered on the
floor.
Choosing a holiday - 
it's such a task,
Just make it a good
one that's all I ask.

Fill up the piggy bank
while I wait,
For that special day - 
the departure date.
This fortnight break
should be full of fun,
With lots of laughs
and plenty of sun.

Up in the loft to get
the cases down - 
The sight of them and
I start to frown.
I'll be perfectly honest 
and  a little lewd,
I wish this holiday was
spent in the nude!

Of course I know with
my size and shape,
The passers-by would 
stare and gape.
I'd hear plenty of 
whispers in the crowd
'This really shouldn't
be allowed.'

This idea may well suit
you,
But for me there's only
one thing left to do.
Grit my teeth and pull
a face,
For the dreaded time's
come to pack the case.

Read the magazines 
for holiday tips,
To slim down the waist
as well as the hips.
Then if you're clever as
everyone knows - 
You'll only need six 
items of clothes!

One swimsuit and a 
mini skirt,
The shorter the better - 
you little flirt!
A pair of shorts and a
jacket, too,
And an evening dress
for a bit of a do.

That just leaves a 
sweater in case it's cold,
Packed with tissue in
between each fold.
And there you have it - 
that's what to do,
Just enough clothes for
a week or two.

I make my skirt longer
and lay it on the bed,
With the five other items
in shades of red.
Each piece to be packed
with the greatest of care,
But wait a minute - 
where's  my underwear?

These six items won't
be enough,
I'll have to pack a lot 
more stuff!
Dressing gown, slippers,
pairs of tights,
Woollies, for those 
freezing cold nights.

I know what I'll do, I'll
make a list.
Tick things off and check
what I've missed.
It's growing longer by
the hour - 
Oh! That's something
else - a hat for the 
shower.

Sunglasses, scarves - I
start to dream,
Aftersun, lipsalve and 
suntan cream.
These few items have
grown somewhat,
Nearer two hundred - 
well that's not a lot!

The bedroom looks
like a jumble sale, 
As a compact packer I'd
definitely fail,
But you never know what 
the weather will bring,
So you end up packing
everything!

I stand and stare at this
mountain of clothes,
Where will it all go? 
Heaven only knows.
I think I'll leave these
thermals behind,
Quick, back in the 
drawer before I change
my mind!

Carefully fold and neatly
place,
All the items into the 
case,
Try not to crunch or make
a crease,
Probably won't wear every
piece.

Well, everything's in and I
breath a sigh,
Anything forgotten - I'll 
just get by.
Toss a coin - give it a flip,
Will we or won't we do up
the zip?

There we are, the worst 
bit's  done,
Time to fly to the sea and
sun.
This case is heavy - what
does it weigh?
It holds enough for a year
and a day!

I think to myself and I 
make a vow,
I'll carry it out, but I don't
know how.
A magic wand to produce
some tricks,
For garments next year
there will be only six!

I flapped about like a bat
out of hell.
I forgot my shampoo - and
my smelly new gel!
But when at the airport - 
the queues were all short -
But in my mass panic - I'd
forgotten my passport! 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2015


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It'll be OK

Don’t worry. The head of British Gas will take a pay cut. Your favourite watering hole will never shut. There may be acid rain because the ozone layer is kaput, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Elvis Presley will announce that he is well and truly dead. You will be given a wage to stay in bed. There may be squatters in your garden shed, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. There’ll be a non-stop funfair in your local park. Granny muggers will prowl the streets in the dark. There may be need to build a fall-out Ark, But someday it’ll be OK. Don't Worry Leicester City will achieve the Cup and League double. Politicians will resign when in trouble. You may have to live in a pollution-free bubble, But someday, it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Lady Gaga will become the Antichrist (or Pope). Cliff Richard will crack and start smoking dope. You may have to listen to another Tim Vine Joke, But someday it’ll be OK. Don’t worry. Footballers will not dispute the yellow card. Salman Rusdie will not need an armed guard. The next London airport may be New Scotland Yard, But someday it’ll be OK.


Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012


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It's Time to Pray

At the Airport two plonkers did say If the Pilots female it's time to pray Wow, how sexist are we To say such so free Hopefully we'll see her reversing display .


Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015