Best Jet Poems
Jet skiing - it's all the fun of water skiing with none of the exertion!
Written for One Liner 4 Poetry Contest of Silent One
An overweight lady named Annie
Has got an absurdly large fanny
Since she boarded a plane
That is destined for Spain
She's wedged in the seat in Miami!
Thanks to Andrea for helping me with the meter for this one
Jan Allison
12th April 2016
Don’t cry
it’s time for me
to fly
New job
with Uncle Stan
and Rob
Home soon
I will return
in June
Finding Your Musette 2 Poetry Contest
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Checked with Soup counter and Rhymezone 2.4.2
04/03/21
When sunset ushers a sky violet blue
At the first star’s light, my thoughts are of you.
And when I gaze into the moonlit sea;
Lights dancing on water, you are with me.
When a lovely flower bends to the breeze
I picture your face, so eager to please.
As I fly away to a distant land
You dwell in my heart; I’m at your command.
I love your deep voice and things that you say,
And ways you miss me when I am away.
I don’t want to extinguish this fire,
Though it consumes my mind with desire.
I long for the moment we’ll reunite
And I'll share your kisses throughout the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4hsC0nRvZM
Song: Leaving on a Jet Plane
This poem relates to the song perfectly because I was always leaving on a jet plane
as a stewardess for 34 years. I met my husband on one of my flights in December
of 1979. We were married In December 1981 and the most difficult part of our
marriage was me being away 4 days at a time while flying down under to Sydney,
or Auckland, or 3 day trips to Japan. My thoughts were always with my husband and
children.
Oh the wondrous glow of an English Rose
seductive she glides along foreign skies,
words that are spoken in this tongue she chose
whence where she will dwell amidst sunlit sighs.
But what of the love she doth leave behind
subdued in the humus of his desire,
a stringent veil of secrecy so blind
creates a fabric entity of fire.
The candle burns low his autumn of life
when stood at the gate of fearful goodbyes,
upon a tropical romance so rife
chance an English fragrance with Spanish eyes.
Still through woeful tears he scans a Jet plane
waits thereof her return to ease his pain....
© Harry J Horsman 2013
motorcycle roars
penetrating the quiet night
shattering the silence
aircraft on the runway
jet engines scream before lift off
to the clouds above
on the waterfront
ocean liner calling her flock
- the loud blaring horn
jet stream
my cat's mad dash home. . .
tuna casserole
As I soared at forty-thousand feet strapped in the aluminum-tubed aerie,
Racing through my skull was a tune made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary!
They made leaving on a jet plane sound so very romantic and swell!
Contrary to their soothing ballad, mine was the flight from hell!
Ah, the thrill of going through the security check still lingers,
Recalling a most "touching" pat-down by Freddy Feely Fingers!
I had to remove my belt, shoes and the change from my pockets,
And open my carry-on bag to prove I had no guns or rockets!
I was "squoze" betwixt two guys leaning on my shoulders snoring!
One was built like Hulk Hogan - the other as fat as Herman Goring!
A squalling kid hollered for the entire trip! I suffered beyond belief!
I ordered a Manhattan on the Rocks in hopes of finding blessed relief!
About the flight, I told Betty Boop the attendant, "I'm tired of this fuss!
Next time I travel I'll skip all this nonsense and ride a Greyhound bus!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
NOTE: I've suffered through many such flights wondering if the agony
would ever end!
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Songs to Poetry" Contest
If only we could fly like
those that tweet or hoot
without aid of jet or
parachute
For I sure don't like
wings that roar
just so that they take off
and soar
Ah to fly without diesel
or fuel
Oh to halt that midair
duel
Birds they don't pollute
the air
nor need they any airline
fare
So if only I too could rise
and glide
and let the wind be my
sole guide
I'd be happy to fly all the
way to 'em' stars
if I was assured I'd risk
no charred scars.
Flying without aviation
formalities
I could be sightseeing
many more cities
Ah I so wish to fly just
like a jay or jackdaw
Then I'd fly across all and
every border
For I'd know nor follow
no man-made law!
a dead gum tree burns
alone on the rusted hills
in your jet stream
threading a cerulean course
toward some obscure island
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Won't you crawl inside my pocket
Oh!!!
You Rock it Rock it Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop
Now caulk it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Don't stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you penetrate my pocket
Won't you come inside
And rock it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
The way you almost lost it
You rock it
Non-stop it
You violate my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you fascinate my pocket
So deep inside you rock it
The way you -
Oh!!!
You caulk it
Big Rocket
(Don't stop it)
Fantastic in my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
So fantastic how you rock it
You Rock it Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you slide inside my pocket
Oh!!! So deep inside you rock it
You shake me and you shock it
Big Rocket You Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you came so hard
You Rocked it
Granny jumps on the jet ski and glides
over the bumpy waves she does ride
she heads toward flat ground
as her flab flops around
the poor old granny has lost her pride.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Dec.10/2004
Jet Lag
By Franklin Price
12/11/2016
Above the distant mountain tops
Blue skies, contrails of white
Clouds made at thirty thousand feet
By jet planes in their flight
A myriad of vapors
Crisscrossing in the air
I wonder where they're going
Getting quickly, here to there
Could be to cross the country
Cross the Atlantic in the night
So fast the body's reeling
Knowing something isn't right
The sun is up and shining
When it's time to be in bed
Hard for the brain to comprehend
The Jet Lag in your head
Get up and out on local time
Adapting better day to day
Just when you have adjusted
Must go back the other way
Many things improve with age,
Like wine and certain cheeses,
But others turn to hurricanes
What once were gentle breezes.
Like jet lag – for the younger folk,
It barely makes a ripple,
While older flyers feel effects
In double, even triple.
For hours in an airplane,
In your 20’s, is just fun,
Though for every decade added,
Every synapse comes undone.
The young and old are different
In the ways that they are wired,
With jet lag in proportion to
The years that one’s acquired.
Jet
How you used to romp and play
a new adventure everyday
I still remember you that way
hello, my friend.
The places where we used to stroll
without you, it was tough to go
somehow we touched each others’ soul
you were a valued friend.
You saw me at my worst and best
your loyalty surpassed the rest
you were my best psychiatrist
I miss our talks my friend.
Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend
when all our lives must surely end
memories helped my heart to mend
you’ll always be a treasured friend
*******************
Heaven held a place for you,
in my heart I hold one too
None will ever take your place
Goodbye my friend
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