Best Flight Path Poems
What worth am I
in all this madness
what worth are you
in the depths
of all this sadness
there,
see the flight path
to elevation
inside the feels;
inside the fields
of darkness
spring wells of
orbs popping light
the half-stride
of trying phantoms
planting seeds,
half-baked poetry
running
through the veins
the golden fields
of darkness
minutiae sleeping
with Morpheus
under the velvet blankets
of Elysium
terra firma robes
overly well worn
divested now
in waking
kissing the farewell
to be received blessed,
annointed in the essence
of the uncommon
there,
the busy minded,
the unnaturally gifted -
The Poets ...
call you,
see -
the flight path
to elevation
inside the outside inside -
or, called back outside,
there you remain,
forever fixated
on cracking the inside
the hoax planted
in a dybbuk box
unfounded
unworthy demon
sunken
treasure
buried forever
grounded
hear them all, see,
inside the common feels,
the uncommon Poets
call you
see,
the flight path
to elevation
reaching
inside the outside inside
Candide Diderot. ‘24
crosses.
I beat my wings
At the moment of exhale
Unaware the air had grown stale
I was a white washed wasp
With no sting in my tale
Maybe because daddy bent my mind
when he told me I was destined to fail
Teacher, you taught me
I didn’t need to get high to fly
When you exhaled I felt myself sigh
You made me try instead of cry
To change my flight path
I needed a scoop of double-you and why
Then the gravity of his depravity
couldn’t mystify
I became a different guy
When my mind stopped buzzing
I transformed into a colour blind butterfly
with words worthy of a sigh
I stopped seeing people
through his deranged eyes
His heart was willfully unwise
I stopped believing those malignant lies
We come in many colours
“No Justice no peace”
Solutions aren’t just one size
All parts of society
need to rise.
Black, white, yellow and brown
Those who are up and down
Look around your town
Let’s listen to each other’s heart pound
Don’t fear being woke
It’s time to wake up, shake up
make a God fearing joyful sound
Compassion lost
can be found
Nobody should be bent
or hell bound
Look to the heavens for answers
while keeping both feet firmly on the ground.
bird in flight
how many miles
seen many a sight
a flight full of smiles
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high above cloud //
calling to its' friends ..////
calling so very loud ////////////
much encouragement it sends //////////////////////
then it drops back–––––––––––––––––––––––/////
<:checking all is well–––––––––––––––––––––––––<
flight still on track–––––––––––––––––––––––\\\\\
many a good tale to tell as well \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
of memories it tweets \\\\\\\\\\
of every feather it \\\\
preens and treats \\
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like flights must end
with land in sight
they don't pretend
whistle delight
and land
Things begin turning around and very
slowly they take a nasty foreboding twist
as Hell's Dragon has not breathed yet
a deep burning fire melting red his eyes
dripping blood upon fury and destruction
pumping inside the uncontrollable fire
equal to that of a thousand steamboats
and only he sleeps in the dark dungeons.
Chained and suffering in utter Hellfire
chained in untold torment and anguish
unleashed he would burn your heart no less
in a flash—while scorching all to nothingness
fried black from the deepest ashes falling
cold silently sleeping with wings on fire and
chained to love’s weakness as the dark fables say:
Do Not Call Upon This Beast—He’s The Devil’s Own.
Hell’s Dragon stirs inside with tongues of flames
lashing with the pains of hate to strike all now
leaving hottest cinders and funeral pyres a plenty
it’s now the Devil’s very moment to unleash His Evil,
His Demon Dragon upon the saintly and the pure
and the precious doing their good works and all
and unsuspecting of the malevolence awaiting them.
The Devil enters afresh the earthly plane once more and
releases His Dragon to inflict harm and to upset
God’s celestial equation of peace, harmony, and light—
bringing death, destruction, and retribution to all in
its flight path while breathing out the harshest and
cruelest and hottest flames of fiery perfidy in the
name of Lucifer—Himself laughing boisterously at God
all the while not knowing the coming angelic answer.
The Almighty Lord works indeed in the most mysterious
of ways and He will not let his Fallen Angel Lucifer (or
“The Devil” on Earth) have His way by murdering
innocents through His Dragon proxy only too willing to
serve His Master to bring horrible hideous death to all
of mankind who fall within its flight path and intention
to inflict the most treacherous and dastardly plan of
of unmitigated death and horror ever to be unleashed.
Continued burning flesh 2
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 28, 2014)
(Free Verse poetic format)
Old girlfriends, my dad’s drifting down that path,
Into death valley as my mom seethes wrath.
The old man’s gone crazy.
His mind sharp, not lazy.
Mom’s dried the dishes. Dad’s in the flight path.
6/20/2018
Aerial combat planes
Tactical flight path;
Fluffy cotton clouds
~~~~~~~~~
NatGeo Wild on TV
Forces of nature;
Survival instincts
~~~~~~~~~
Cute little girl
Ballerina dress;
Pirouette smile
~~~~~~~~~
Proud parents
Juggling little one;
Child chuckles
~~~~~~~~~
Touching moment
Two old friends laugh;
Years bridged
~~~~~~~~~
Breezy whistle
Wind ripples trees;
Skyline forlorn
~~~~~~~~~
Mailbox check
Snail mail galore;
Bills now due
~~~~~~~~~
Gifts from abroad
Coin sets and book;
Vivid memories
~~~~~~~~~
Joy on your face
Lights up the room;
Sexy smile styles
~~~~~~~~~
This Tembusu tree
Newly planted here;
We fondly remember
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku breeze
Caught in the boughs;
Fine experience
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper report
Greece debt default;
Monetary crisis
~~~~~~~~~
Words and symbols
Meaning frozen stiff;
Elegance retreats
~~~~~~~~~
Meditative passage
Work in progress;
Silence echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Old twisted rubber tree
Hugeness cramps pathway;
Monolith monument
~~~~~~~~~
Exercise helps
Tones old muscles;
Wobbly knees hurt
~~~~~~~~~
Muscle ointment
Soothes ageing pains;
Sixty-year message
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
21 June 2015
Singapore
Early rising
Before dawn light;
Airport glimpse
~~~~~~~~~
Departure gate
Foreign currency notes;
Highway moments
~~~~~~~~~
Time moves briskly
Departure lounge;
Smooth flight schedule
~~~~~~~~~
Airport protocol
Check-in follow-up;
Boarding pass in-hand
~~~~~~~~~
Trip entourage
Simple instructions;
Meeting on-site
~~~~~~~~~
Gateway in sight
Minimal delay;
Not much to say
~~~~~~~~~
Fancy frames
Attention to details;
Elegant manners
~~~~~~~~~
Just for today
Make things happen;
Clockwork persuasion
~~~~~~~~~
Overseas engagement
Courtesy call respite;
Polite politics
~~~~~~~~~
Look out and see
Sense clear agendas;
Meeting of minds
~~~~~~~~~
Ready for take-off
Flight control green light;
Chart new flight path
~~~~~~~~~
Fly the friendly skies
Pictures of home;
Departure terminal
~~~~~~~~~
Doing with tact
See the facts;
Words frame pact
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
28 July 2015
Singapore
Early Springtime actioning frantic flight path
Busy sparrows congregate nesting builders
Hedgerow rustling, twittering noises concur
Heralding new life
Two young lovers
Seeing eye to eye;
Ecstatic romance
Promises made
Language of love;
Reality can be harsh
July sun-bathing
Local fruitage surprise:
Durians, mangosteens, rambutans!
Two yellow butterflies
Zigzagging flight path;
Bourgainvillea landing
Sweet nectar sip
Momentary focus;
Long haul to tall casuarina
Old banyan tree witness
School boy quarrels echo;
All gone away
Time passes quickly
So many ambitious kids;
Now preside over meetings
Old school mates
Chance encounter;
Discuss happenings
Witty old father checks
Vivacious mother tags;
Facebook excursions
Fancy smart phones
Tablets for dummies;
Slow learning curve
Purple flowers
Creeping vines on fence;
Morning salutation
Morning Glory flowers
Here at dawn;
Gone by dusk
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014
Singapore
you are my mute swan
your flight path towards my song
let my tune seduce
25/07/2018
On Learning To Become A Guru...
Unbeknownst to this unsuspecting witty mortal,
a reverberation attributed to butterfly effect
linkedin to hotmail twittering Facebook member,
who resides within Bhutan, his dignified volition
accorded me magnanimity titled sage without any
influential collusion from Russians bestowed yours
truly with said honorably distinguished appellation,
which humility of mine humbly accepted without a
protestation, though never would I brazenly adopt
spiritual holiness, yet flattered to share such rare
pronouncements, when unsolicited feedback lobbed
in my direction (way before advent of Information
Technology Revolution) often tendered, kindled, and
belittled this gentle human, sans when bullies slung
byte ting bit torrent loathsome scandalous red zingers
targeting personal vulnerabilities, asper being under
socially withdrawn, painfully shy, plagued with speech
impediment (severe nasality) caused by submucous
cleft client, plus weighing where needle budged from
absolute zero pounds, topped with passive demeanor
susceptibilities conveniently converging to establish
this bruised Earthling ideal choice as scapegoat, no
kidding with dread to endure endless days, weeks,
months...a lifetime channel of opprobrious, noxious,
malicious emotionally demonic, cannibalistic, barbaric
abominable, damnable, horrible diatribes chipping
(dale lee) at what measly self confidence shielded
fragile psyche fast crumbling into grist for hungry
caterpillar, unbeknownst that flight path randomly
followed by a representative of Lepidoptera order,
would ineluctably set very subtly infinitesimal
fluctuations within air (currently supplying biota
with requisite oxygen), also training perturbation.
True miracles paved her flight path
The power of love's thrust in her wings
Good deeds awash all darkness to full colour
With the righteousness beamed from her light
Tears of joy spray beneath her soaring flight
A safe passage home like a shooting star
Through desolation solitude and sorrow
Non-believers like an anointed arrow to find a wish
Hope like a moonlit globe glows eternally bright
Received gift-wrapped in open hearts of kindness
Innocence tolerance and understanding
Tied spiritually to the chosen life we bow
Lost feathers nest our otherwise bleak future
As children groomed in the plumage of love’s bubble
Shielded from the cold world of sin and trouble
Above all war and hatred to where angels dream
Looking back over one's life
thinking of your thoughts far back
what intentions were in your mind?
indeed had you a sure track?
Leaving school at the ripe age of 15
any job would do, to get a wage
no real ambitions had me at that time
had no impulse but to turn to the next page
Decades have now passed on by
but amazingly feel it was all a plan
there in the divine providence so grand
each step has been taken like a span
Like a flight through the air
before landing on the flight path
you feel so high above the clouds
till your eyes see the approaching grass
Such an adventure it's all been
from birth till earth's end shall be
'all I intended to be' brought about
a little seed became one large tree
(Having listened again to Emmylou Harris 's album 'All I Intended To Be' from a few years ago inspired this piece looking back on life and all it was intended to be.)
Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colours
by Charles Messina
High above they soar through prism's that detect their silent flight
Through dazzling arcs of colour now appearing on their wings.
First fiery red like flames are spread across the sky,
Doused then by glowing orange streaks like scattered autumn leaves
Transcending time and motion colours changing covers pristine white.
Passing through the sunlit yellow orb that lights the earth below,
Their flight path then reflections of our oceans green and blue
These kaleidoscopes of nature's beauty, ever changing as they swoop and soar
Where spectacular swirls of indigo are splashed by violet hue.
This magnificent display of colours is magnified tenfold
By these two doves quite unaware, they've captured rainbow lights
That no artist could on canvas white, paint such colours caught in flight.
Stepping away from home base
Specs of me left behind as a trace
Missing my crew before I even depart
Hard to not feel a crack in my heart
Wheels up as whisked into the sky
Tears of joy welling up in my eyes
As I remember the connection isn't lost
Since we are linked together at any cost
Airplane ascends as I slice off slivers of my heart
Scattering them through the sky to do my part
Their flight path doesn’t need a map
Calmly cascading before landing in your lap
The next step flips upside down my frown
Love from home is lifted up from the ground
Careening through the clouds without a sound
Sealing up the shortage from what I sent down