Best Jetliner Poems
At precisely 6:45 each morning
the house, it starts to shake
I don't need a clock
Oh no, for godness sake...
Big Ol' Redneck Piggly Wiggly
goes roaring off to war
I thing I'd rather listen
To seven people snore
His truck must use a jet-engine
And top grade jet fuel too
Just where he works I wonder
But i think I have a clue
When he comes home I
go just as insane...
He roars in like a 747
Landing on that tiny landing lane
Lumberjack? Hunter on attack?
Construction worker who needs no tool.
I'm sure he could lift a jetliner
Or maybe I'm again the fool
I'm rather sure, I swear
I'd bet my derriere
No Maitre' D is he...
No Physicist do I there see
Not an MD, mailman, or
salesman...unless he sells
chopped wood...
Maybe a Moonshiner perhaps,
Now that'd be oh so good
I'm ashamed to talk this way
Cause I'm no dandy either
Imagine what he'll say
Of me, no I can't either...
Don't judge a TV show
By critics who critique
They often don't really know
And I guess that's not unique
They've never watched I know
Just ad-lib it as they go...
I think I'd better end
this silly, silly rhyme
I don't know why I do it
I just do it all the time
I hope you're not too mad
If I seem to have a cause,..mm...mm
And that I didn't show myself
to be one with adnauseam...
Categories:
jetliner, imagination, people, social,
Form:
Burlesque
POEM BY BASHO
We were quiet now,
still breathing deeply from
the sexual exertions of our
late middle age, guided by
the music, gliding toward a
landing through the ambient
haze of unconditional love
The Japanese singer with the
black eyes and hair and the
rising sun mouth, lived her
rhythm and blues through the
discipline of the koto, did a
high soaring wail as the final
jetliner of the Syracuse evening
climbed toward the moon that
was a cold silver smile above
the snow-covered city where
we daily delight in the details
of desire
Our transition into clarity
was the sonic antithesis of
a poem by Basho:
Seventeen seconds
of screaming haiku on a
February night!
Categories:
jetliner, love, marriage, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Clouds can be remarkably similar
to the friends lovers and passer-bys
that filter through our daily lives
like unexpected weekend guests
who arrive exactly as they planned
or close relatives who fail to appear
simply cancelling at the last minute
as if you weren’t worthy of their rain cheque
you have cleaned the bathroom
and your conscience for nothing
Puppet clouds pull easily at our strings
just the rumour of a troubled sky
can send a jetliner the other way
and when thunder rolls like a lions roar
even the bravest of us cringe for cover
for their faithful companion lightning
can be utterly shocking
like the last couple to leave a party
you are not even sure who invited them
Naysayer clouds are lifelong companions
content to rain on just your parade
intimidating away hopes for a brighter day
some clouds are hauntingly thin and long
like the fingernail scratches of a prisoner
held within the walls of a gray winter day
thirsty for the taste of a falling raindrop
and who among us has not known
at least one cute blond cloud
cannot find her way around a hilltop
Vegas stars mime the clouds de soleil
desert matinees provided dawn to dusk
elflike figures grasping silver moonbeams
magically move across skies of fantasy
one moment an elegant graceful butterfly
the next a leaping giant walrus
brilliant costume changes accomplished
within the blink of your eye
now you see them and then you don’t
encore encore encore
Who has’nt witnessed the theft of sunset
winsome pickpockets lurk like puffs of innocence
clouds seemingly distant but so close
we never feel them steal the belief
that we actually can own daylight
as if it were a shiny silver dollar
the usual suspects hide away to darkness
even a cloudless sky fails to please us all
who has not longed for a rainy day
Clouds of suspicion descend upon truth
as if locusts hunting for delicious prey
and can like a loaded pair of dice
forever change the games that we play
the fickle and aloof clouds of love
play hide and seek with our very hearts
Juliet cried out where for art thou Romeo
deep in her heart she knew his words
were just a bunch of silver lined promises
who do you trust if you can’t trust a cloud
IRISH
Categories:
jetliner, funnyrain, rain, silver, trust,
Form:
Free verse
Bolehland recorded one of the greatest mystery in modern air travel....
A full passenger jet plane that mysteriously went missing into thin air...
Despite spending millions in a long and exhaustive search...
Nothing of definitive interest came up all through the very costly search...
Spearheaded by experts from Australia, the search scoured the murky depths of the Indian Ocean...
The search extended into months but there was nought to show in the seabed of the mighty ocean...
Now a couple of years later, debris are supposedly being washed up...
It has appeared over there on the sands of distant Madagascar...
With the world moving on, the interest has waned given the numerous false alarms...
Of debris being found occassionaly from that ill fated jet liner...
Now, here it comes, the latest clanger in this saga of MH370.......
The Malaysian consul to handle the return of MH370 debris..
Was found assassinated before the debris were handed over...
What devilry is this, or was there something more sinister...
Could it be mere coincidence or could it be something bigger...
Death stalks mysteriously, or is it cloak and dagger duggery in high circles.....
That masks the mysterious disappearance of passenger jetliner MH370...
Will future illuminative events unfurl or will truth will never be known...
For the 238 death toll on that ill fated jetliner residing in a watery grave in parts unknown......
Categories:
jetliner, anxiety, community, confusion, funeral,
Form:
Free verse
WINDOW SEAT
Sitting beside him in the window seat as they
taxied for take-off at the end of the day, she was
nubile and pretty, as young as his daughter, nearly
perfect in the way of a late-autumn sunset distributing
itself over olive-brown skin, coffee-colored eyes, an
unmistakable aura of the concept of duende that interpreted
the mysteries of twilight and flight and the challenges of
life through the lyrical cadences of Andalucia,
Castilla-La Mancha, and Castilla-Leon
He remembered the first time that his
beautiful wife, the renegade rose in a botanical garden,
kept company with him on a visit to Spain:
She was apprehensive on the plane, excited in Madrid,
underneath him in Sevilla; she misbehaved in Barcelona,
and was full of questions in Granada that he answered in
Toledo while she replaced her scarlet lipstick standing
naked in the mirror
Philadelphia to Madrid takes six-and-a-half hours
at six-hundred miles per hour, the big Airbus jetliner navigating
the darkness beneath the fingernail crescent of a waxing
harvest moon, yet its running lights flashing and its reassuring
roar, were simply dissipating signatures like the fragrances and
curves of the sleeping girl beside him, swallowed along the
route by altitude and distance, by the perpetual fluctuations
of the unruly sea below, by the unexpected pleasures
of a marriage that really matters – like with that red rose
renegade who’s often naked in the mirror, always present
in their bed, and every day a guiding essence for
his aging, restless soul!
Duende (Spanish): (1) in flamenco - a spiritual or emotional
bond between performer and audience created by the performer’s
intense concentration and passion; (2) in general – authenticity of
emotion and expression – soul!
Categories:
jetliner, love, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
THE LANDING - corrected
The big jetliner banked sharply left,
descending out of a bad thunderstorm,
lined up on the runway, its six landing lights
like a big chandelier suddenly turned up by
an unseen hand, the passengers sweating and
shaking, sure that death was at hand only
seconds ago, the way I felt at age eleven
facing Wallace Carter, his ugly brother Aaron,
my fists balled up like tiny hams, my skinny
arms tense, ready to take a beating and give it
back good if I could
“Go home to your mama, boy!
You ain’t got no balls, you just a fool!
Git, now, ‘fore we change our minds!”
The pilot, former Navy, had seen bad news before,
intense anti-aircraft, heat-seeking missiles, then
sudden bad weather, swaying carrier deck in the
South China Sea, the Straits of Hormuz
but thunderstorm turbulence a minor cosmic
provocation, no cause for apprehension
just focus, patience and skill
He could overshoot the carrier, take this baby
screaming into a near vertical climb, execute a
roll, break the sound barrier and then, like
the bad dog he is, lay her down on that deck
and damn any seaman who’s got something
to say! But he caught himself in time……
“I gotch y’all!” he said
“We’re comin’ in soft and slow.
There ain’t nothin’ in our way
but home y’all! Nothin’ in our
way but home!”
Categories:
jetliner, angst, conflict, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Bolehland has the dubious honor of losing a full bodied jet liner...
Undoubtedly touted as one of the greatest mystery in modern air travel....
A full passenger jet plane that went missing into thin air...
A disappearance thatust surpasses those in the dreaded Bermuda Triangle...
Despite spending millions in a long and exhaustive search...
Nothing of interest came up after such a lengthy search...
Now a couple of years later, debris are being washed up...
Supposedly over there on the sands of distant Madagascar...
With ever waning interest and after numerous false alarms...
Could these debris being genuine materials from that ill fated jet liner...
Could they help pinpoint the exact location of the watery grave of MH370....
But here it comes, the latest clanger...
The Malaysian consul to handle the return of MH370 debris...
Found assassinated before the debris were handed over...
Could it be mere coincidence or could it be something bigger...
Unexplained deaths stalks the mystery of the missing Msian jetliner...
What devilry or mischief lies behind the mysterious disappearance of MH370....
Hohoho...
Categories:
jetliner, angst, anxiety, community, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Death
Horrible to think loss of life
Once taking birth in beautiful earth
Why think of lose gift of life!
Studied being one sided and
Trying to forget project of terrible death
Why so hard not to crack
Through power of knowledge
While I see flying of jetliner in sky
Man can do progress in all respect
Nature has provided capability
To bring change and to capture range
Still poor to open mystery of death
While I muse at the way people die
In womb of the mother further numerously
Strong death sieges why separately!
Give me light O nature if you have pity
No one want to wash hand from beautiful life
Death is powerful having no alternate
To escape from it not mentions in history
A belief in heart rises so scaling kinds
What is the difference between death and life!
Reason to reason person to person
Culture to culture and far from region
Society values according to customs
Though the capture of death seems
Abide by theory of perfect
Death is a must powerful bliss
While one die only can believe
So need to think before death
Live peaceful life making all smile.
Categories:
jetliner, life, light, longing,
Form:
Blank verse
The red-tailed hawk soars above the Mall of America, as the jumbo-jetliner glides in for a
landing nearbye. Clouds are moving in, blotting out the sunlight, as I squash plans to walk
outside in the sunshine. Bare trees, snow covered ground and I'm havin' a tuna sandwich on
whole-grain bread.The whole world seems to be bundled up in heavy winter coats, but I'm
just in my shirt-sleeves....the cold feels good on my skin, lets me know I'm alive, waiting for
the sun to come back out....but the sky only gets grayer, and my mood only gets darker,
time to go home and write this poem.....maybe I'll walk inside.....
Categories:
jetliner, life
Form:
Narrative
THE LANDING
The big jetliner banked sharply left,
descending out of a bad thunderstorm,
lined up on the runway, its six landing lights
like a big chandelier suddenly turned up by
an unseen hand, the passengers sweating and
shaking, sure that death was at hand only
seconds ago, the way I felt at age eleven
facing Wallace Carter, his ugly brother Aaron,
my fists balled up like tiny hams, my skinny
arms tense, ready to take a beating and give it
back good if I could
“Go home to your mama, boy!
You ain’t got no balls, you just a fool!
Git, now, ‘fore we change our minds!”
The pilot, former Navy, had seen some before,
intense anti-aircraft, heat-seeking missiles, then
sudden bad weather, swaying carrier deck in the
South China Sea, the Straits of Hormuz
but thunderstorm turbulence a minor cosmic
provocation, no cause for apprehension
just focus, patience and skill
He could overshoot the carrier, take this baby
screaming into a near vertical climb, execute a
roll, break the sound barrier and then, like
the bad dog he is, lay her down on that deck
and damn any seaman who’s got something
to say! But he caught himself in time……
“I gotch y’all!” he said
“We’re comin’ in soft and slow.
There ain’t nothin’ in our way
but home y’all! Nothin’ in our
way but home!”
Categories:
jetliner, scary,
Form:
Free verse
Flash, and cries the jetliner strobe
that flickered the fraying hem
of some patron saint of torture's robe.
Lips cannot kiss the unravel,
make wishes of the tapestry fade,
crack degrees of separation stole of travel.
Unwinding, endless over land lock
distant prisons evolve the cell
and we cannot turn back the clock.
Wait, for night must fall,
and with it sinks my heart, for instances with you
would in joyous yield surrender all.
Categories:
jetliner, love, passion, time,
Form:
Verse
She was the last to board the jetliner
And had to stand forlorn
As they found a seat for her.
Clutching a fat paperback
With no aide nor lackey in sight
She was flying to keep her date
With the film maker for a filming
And I was leaving my family and land
To keep my job ten thousand miles from home.
She would be feted and pampered for sure
A cine star or starlet in limelight
The richest in the new order of times.
We landed at the big city airport
Came down the stairs and stood
In the shade of the huge plane.
Our eyes met, a casual moment
Of shared thoughts and taking notes.
Each engulfed in concerns our own
Categories:
jetliner, music, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Preparation and Discipline
The start leading to greatness
The man, Legend Franklyn Greene
He trained while being determined
It was pump of Bodybuilding blood
The more he trained and admired other champions before him, Mr. Greene was more inspired
It didn’t matter if he got tired, but knew he had a mission at hand
The demand to succeed
Mr. Greene was aiming for achievement and recognition
Muscle magazines were his presentation
After years of lifting weights with sacrifice started to pay off.
Mr. Greene practiced posing precision and nutrition to help him define his muscles in body transformation
Training intensity without hesitation
He entered in his first bodybuilding competitions in his homeland of TRINIDAD in the West Indies
Mr. Greene competed in the Mr. Port of Spain and Mr. West Indies and doing quite well for an amateur placing first place each time
It was a good start, but Franklyn Greene wanted to get more into the mainstream of professional Bodybuilding
It was America here I come
Moving to America, his Bodybuilding agenda took off like a 747 jetliner
Mr. Greene started competing with the best of the best in bodybuilding such as Arnold Schwarzzenger, Robby Robinson, Roy Callender, Leon Brown and the list goes on and on.
Mr. Franklyn Greene entered the IFBB Mr. World and won top honors in each year he entered
He took bodybuilding to another level by working at Mid-City Gym on West 49th Street as a Manager and Personal Trainer
In New York City
He wanted to share his theory, knowledge and experience in helping other achieve their own bodybuilding success
It was technique, concept and focus
Let me add, Mr. Franklyn Greene competed in bodybuilding competitions across the globe and recognition followed him throughout
Mr. Greene continued to show muscles superb pump after pump and becoming a true sportsman
True champions are committed being devoted to their craft
Amateur proving professional
Trophy’s mounted that I couldn’t even count
World Class Bodybuilder
Always believing in the possibilities with putting determination in action
Champions are proven, but see their own perfection
Born to be a champion that became in the making
Sacrifice, Focus, Assurance and Inspiration
Categories:
jetliner, america, art, change, character,
Form:
Free verse
Special Report
Extra Extra
Read all about it
Here and now
“LIGHTNING STRIKES JETLINER SULFERLY”
The Jetliner was flying through a violent storm
This is the norm at times
The Jetliner originated from Los Angeles enroute to Chicago
A fierce lightning bolt sheared through the side of the air craft
The captain managed to maneuver the air craft
However, there was some damage
All the passengers were shaken up
Some were insured during the ordeal
The captain radioed the nearest airport
It was Dallas-Fort Worth Airport
The captain wanted to make an emergency landing
The Dallas-Fort Worth Control Tower told the captain that the runway was all clear for his descend
The Medical and Emergency team quickly went to runway 5 for the air craft
The captain had the Jetliner wheels down and turned towards Dallas-Fort Worth
The plane landed safe
Some of the passengers were taken to nearby hospitals
While others refused medical attention
Lightning bolt impact damage
Luckily no deaths were reported and everyone survived
Survival chapter
Categories:
jetliner, adventure, america, care, fate,
Form:
Free verse