Best Hot Air Poems
SOCIETY AND THE HOT AIR BALLOON
Them that need to climb
ride as the hot air balloon--
soon come down to earth
© Harry J Horsman 1992
THE VIRTUAL HOT AIR BALLOON
Ride with the rainbow--
silent as the mouse cursor
across Google earth
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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Hot air rises
Balloon flies high above
In my imaginary flight today
Dreams come true when mind set
Let's leave this earth's dismal scene
Freedom to follow currents anywhere
Freedom, if only for a few hours
It could have problems though
Current way too swift
Gas run out too fast
Big hole, pow
\ | /
___________
_________
\ | /
No where
To land
Softly
But not
Today
Written: April 21, 2023
For: Brian
Hot air balloons were escaping from the house
Coming from every slither and slat like a mouse
They rose from the doorway into the wind
Colors of turquoise, orange, yellow, all ascend
Where had they been? Where had they been?
Some came from the windows, others from a crack.
They floated up gracefully, and none wanted back.
I watched their colors go up in the sky.
They were gorgeous and plentiful.
I wonder why?
Earthbound creatures they
While I commune with the wind
Drifting with my dreams
our love and wishes
glide like a hot-air balloon…
our hearts collective
She floated on her merry way
And left the crowds in pale dismay
A string of streamers flew astray
As the balloon swept to the clouds
The people down below were sold
Their tickets, bright and blooming gold
To take a flight, so they were told
Upon Her Majesty’s Suite.
Who knew the girl would steal the craft
The floating stolen hot air raft
She tipped her golden head and laughed
As the ants below her scurried.
They called the Mayor and the Sheriff too
And hollered and hooped until they turned blue
But the clouds caught her up in their silver hue
And the sky erased her presence.
The town folks say they see her still
On moonless nights, against her will,
Her make-shift flight will last until
She steadies her weary soul.
Like a hot air balloon lying on the ground
So it was with my soul before the Lord I found
Woven and stitched in such a finely knitted lace
And all throughout this balloon you could see God's Face
But with such a heavenly cloud speckled blue sky
It just didn't have the one thing it needed to fly
But it was right there just like we all would know
And that balloon looks so helpless without that glow
There on the ground lacking but just that one thing
As all around it you can hear the birds chirp and sing
It needed but only that uplifting flame
As all you need to do is call upon the Holy Spirit by Name
And once it had just that one single light
That balloon began to fill and stand up right
And as He lifts you, your feet firmly planted on the floor
This is the time that your spirit is going to soar
Hot Air
The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint Ann the mother of Mary
Is remembered in so many ways
But not for a wind that blows from the desert
And makes your skin and eyes craze.
In Nineteen O’ One a reporter
In error rushed his dispatch in
He wrote Santa Ana the rotter,
It is he that committed the sin.
The name is Vientos de Sataná
The wind of the devil that’s hot,
A weather man called it Santana
But that is a name it is not.
So we are left here in confusion,
Raymond Chandler back in ’thirty eight
In “Red Wind” to Santa Anas made allusion
As conditions the local folk hate.
The wind blowing in from the passes,
Curls your hair, makes nerves up tight,
Drying the air and scorching the grasses
And everyone’s edgy all night.
Up, up--high we glide,
warm winds through misty cloud seas--
wandering, serene.
ALesiach © 8/16/2016
Yeyy you come
I thought you’d never come
What a foolish one
You are
Act like a knucklehead
Full of balloons
Hot air and helium
Can’t see where it is flying
The wind carries you anywhere it chooses?
You need to be anchored up!
drifting aimlessly above the clouds unaware of the funeral procession below
To: PD
2/10/16 JK
Always flying high.
To reach wondrous heights unknown.
Reindeer deflector.
*For SKAT's hotair balloon contest.
hot air balloon lifts
off the ground, there goes
great debate below
seeming solid ground
a noxious odor
but way up here
the air is clear
the birds fly by
and so do i
ballooning
is such fun
join me, you
dream big
seize day
light
1/7/2021
Contest: A Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
5/4/3/2/1 in syllables and lines
checked by HMS
HOT AIR/senryu
hot air darkly still
heavy stench of guilt hanging
all eyes fixed on me
John G. Lawless
7/15/2015
for- Senryu of Being Misjudged Poetry Contest
sponsor – Marvin Celestial
California Fires Fueled By Das Don Trumpeting Hot Air ©
Dante's Inferno chokes breathable air
fiery flames fuel
state of emergency
president did declare
despite his disclaimer global warming
"FAKE," no matter glare
ring obvious indisputable proof, nonetheless,
the commander in chief
blatantly doth jeer
and doubles down ‘bad
environmental laws’ mare
reed with water
shortage explains conflagration,
oh...,and while he takes
a knee in prayer
(re: home companion fashion)
Thee Oaf blithely vouchsafes
courtesy, sans colorful swear
words plus (purportedly,
unbeknownst to him
marijuana laced powder milk biscuits
giving him courage - er chutzpah
as if he needed any) to veer
way off script of late spluttering, spouting,
and even spewing outrageous claims
that (YES) extraterrestrials rank as chief
villainous figures as
nonpareil arsonists this year.
This Lake Woe
begone Wharton warrior
no stranger to attribute blame,
where unidentified flying objects
affected intergalactic collusion
(hare brained scheme hatched,
engineered, and brooded
while holed away in his
Trump Taj Mahal) from
outer limits of
twilight zone) fair game,
not averse to accuse
Norwegian bachelor farmers
falsely, and even
Grimm folklore characters,
not outrageous to name,
he will continue to repeat falsehoods,
and later subsequently quote
himself without shame!