Best Runways Poems
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.
The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
She turns to me at the check-out,
she has me tagged;
wine bottles from the mark-down bin
rattle on the moving counter.
She clutches a red plastic pocketbook.
Brown knee-length boots, dimples.
Gold button earrings - worn-out pretty;
hard liquor in soft bottles.
There is just us, and the
shuttling hands of the shop-worker'
She has to talk. "Sorry," she says.
I wonder if I should apologize also?
I think we are just forgiving each other
for being here in an awkward moment,
in the late hour, exposed like this.
Outside, the car park is lifting off
into the night.
A thousand aliens are leaving
to search for salvation.
I can't look at them,
each face is a small moon shining.
RIDING ON THE MOONRISE
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In monochromatic musings the moon rises--a deep silver ballerina, turning pirouettes with perfect form. In eternal stoic grace, she takes her place in the heavens, content to ever-reflect the light of the sun. Her moonbeams appear as runways in the starry night.
dreams ride on moonbeams
hung from that silver being
as dreams always do
This world is a bewitching illusion
The spring, the fragrant flowers, the chirping birds
The waterfalls, the sky, the valleys, the clouds
Are nothing real but delusion.
The gigantic snow clad mountains and fathomless seas
Are what is called optical illusion
Our eyes are so designed to see things in nothingness
The moon, the sun, the stars we see are nothing
Beauty, colors, lights and shade are nothing
Peacocks, swans, cypress trees and nightingale are nothing
The feats of our fabulous inventions are all fake
The skyscrapers, trains, cars, airplanes and ships are nothing
The super Markets filled with luxury goods are of no avail
The motorways, the subways, airports and runways are nothing
Dreams, wishes, desires, ambitions, hopes and aspirations
Success, achievements, satisfaction and fulfillment
Are only heartwarming assertions
Youth, beauty, seductiveness and glamour are nothing
The love binding you and me together is a mirage
Kindness, sympathy and benevolence are nothing
Why do we have unending lust for this world?
Beauty, elegance and allurement of this world is nothing
HAIKU #12,044-12,048
Our mind is lighthouse
Capturing land sea sky with
All of life's runways
Our mind is like sponge
With its filtering system
That's alive like us
Our mind is labyrinth
Much more friendlier than foul
By grace from the Source
Our mind is structure
Of a hospital with church
And revolving door
Our mind is gateway
To heaven or hell on earth
And that is final.
*
I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace
the words moving off the chart
Every other sound that rhymes
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no way out of a jigsaw puzzle
Stopped and bound, inside my head
as round as this machine could bleed
My life into moving tree -
BANG! Bark and Fire Stark!
I awake inside a maze
Forest lost to the barren dark
Mixing things that didn’t mix
Stories I couldn't fix,
I felt a apart
I couldn’t even paint an argh
no where left but something leapt
Silent meaning had effect
Movement kept me on a stretch
where rhymes were just erect -
waving signs above my head,
hard and fixed, solid bricks
I really wanted sounds and tricks,
clever tips and catchy bits
songs that keep me in a fix
Kungfu, water, flowing bliss
Then words fell off the page again
I was back it didn’t matter
rhymes could be like fish batter
but narrative was fatter!
(Continued from Part 1)
Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.
A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all the girls and boys, and men and women,
From X-Box to the Web, from Lasik to Radiology -
At work, at school, at home,
Invade the blinks of the mind-boggling TECHNOLOGY.
Hard sharpened teeth are clutching at my feet
"You won't go far! You have deadlines to meet!
Go back to work, we hunger for your check.
Oh no, we don't really care that you broke your back."
The swollen lips repeat "You have a chance!
And all you need is years of education,
The right color of skin, and perfect credit-pay-back evidence.
We'll hire you if you're that certain kind,
Then close the firm and move so far you'll never find."
More faulty words are slipping from the tongues
"Don't worry, our brand won't hurt your lungs.
Enjoy yourself! (*at your own cost)"
You think you're cool, when sadly you are lost.
The "sharpened, swollen, slipping" are after you and me
They are the widely-opened mouth of the ECONOMY
Enormous brains stroll through historic halls
Preparing campaigns, false promises, ready for the brawls.
Deciding wars, neglecting harsh critiques
They are the brains of brainless POLITICS
A large behind sits comfy in its chair
It "covers" all, at all times, everywhere.
From Maine, to Oregon, to most southern tip of Texas
Sit one-half IRS and the other TAXES.
A sagging belly and a double chin,
A pair of dark circles and a droopy skin,
Decide to make a move and Go For It!
It's time to freshen up and tighten up a bit.
As they arrive at their first appointment
They're quickly greeted by awaiting disappointment
"You want to look younger? feel better? No, No, No!
Read through your policy, you fools, we are the HMO!"
*
On this, my friends, I'll go to sleep
I'm tired, time for counting sheep.
Just one more thing I'd like to add,
Last words just pondered in my head
The moral of the story is,
That if you want to live with ease,
Through all commotions, bring your sense of HUMOR
Just so that you, yourself, don't turn into an ugly tumor.
1999
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moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end
Favorite Toys
Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic sticks and fishing poles with hooks.
Rocking horse and a three wheel bike,
Racing cars and little tikes.
Don’t break the ice game and play phones,
Magic markers and Fisher price built homes.
Play dough and construction tools,
Scooters and swimming pools.
Butterfly kites and potato heads,
Twister games and Simon saids.
Mechanical robots and rubber snakes,
John Deere Traitors and gardening rakes.
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With all these toys you have to play,
Why do I have to tell you everyday?
To leave your puppy’s toys alone!
Cat Facts
Cats have been known to bark at night in Indonesia
People there don’t like them and find them pretentious
For insomnia cats count lives, 9 if I’m not mistaken
If you throw cats from airplanes they won’t die
Provided the planes are parked on runways
And the cats are tossed, ever so gently, like Frisbees
Little kittens don’t get breast augmentations
Implants can be dangerous and costly
They are too young and parents won’t approve
And none of them have pockets
Cats prey at night. Mice pray also
For cannibals in Indonesia and peace in the Middle East
They pray for cats to run away and play with birds
If a cat is thrown hard, off a very high building
Say, into the ocean, will it fly or die?
Reliable sources say don’t try. We don’t know why
If you want to continue with your marriage
Keep your kiddie low and dry
Though cats can swim they prefer a sauna and a lunch
Preferably fresh milk, fish, then sleeping on the lawn
Cats don’t need money for their food
Again, they don't have pockets
Humans do everything for free
They love their cats, because cats are actually in charge
Cats don’t get sunburns in Florida
They hide under cars and trees
And are not as dumb as you might think
Cats get their way, by saying just one word, ..…Meow
In Indonesia they bark
The peril coiled does not replay
the beauty of notes teamed relay
some carry over, some parlay
is echoed by the sounds that stay!
Within the music's balanced chords
that building up, intensive, scored
to sense the freedom, soul's restored
some empathy of runways toward!
It is this movement I contrive
as word to thought have so implied
and note to note, between recite
the fullness living stands to write ~
Resonance as the hearing's tried
in meters gate is amplified
another line, the structure's time
in prayer beseech to purify!
If moment's glory, so be gone
the will to live . . . .would carry on!
Ludwig Van Beethoven 9th Symphony Herbert Von Karajan Berlin Orchestration
Berlin Wall Celebration 1989. Go to: www.ludwigvanbeethoven.com
"Listen and Think!"
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from
The father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning"
....James 1:17
AND THE DANCE SHALL LEAD...
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the
Whole staircase"....Martin Luther King
In the beginning when some said no! God said yes!
For you are chosen, a creation of God's best.
A mother who holds down the team with two angels
putting their contributions towards the American Dream, and
the father who completes his obligations to the world and to
his family, which was the winning formula that guaranteed his
place into the presidency.
"We are not makers of History, We are made of history"....Martin Luther King
And as the both of you held hands, taking your walk together, you began to
Lead the parade of "Change" paving the way for a new new day on the Inauguration...
Fallen Tears, Screams and Cheers are now recorded.
For a new style of change has now hit the runways with God's blessing.
Beaming the light of promise to be passed down to the next generation...
"Love is the only force, Capable of transforming an enemy into a friend"
...Martin Luther King
And from the heaven's he sings his predictions to your song.
For you have Changed America by bringing us "all together" at last...
For no matter the color we are all one and we will band forever...
Dedicated to President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama
"I just want to do God's will. And he's allowed me to go to the mountain.
And I've looked over, and I've seen the promise land! And I've seen the promised Land!
I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we
As a people will get to the promised Land"...Martin Luther King
The End!!!
This poem was given to President Barack Obama...
I miss those
Morning grass underneath my feet
Or listening to lifetime stories on repeat.
I ask you, my son,
Where has that all gone?
I miss that
Wind flying pass my fingertips
Bubbling pancakes ready to be flip'd.
My son,
Where has that all gone?
We care more about
Baribe dolls strutting down runways
Doing whatever we can for our paydays.
White screen causing eyestrains
Watching the growth of Kim K's vain.
Cry for the pain brought from hurricanes,
Cry for the bombing of others terain.
There are way more,
Way more that matters,
Not people's selfish patterns.
I miss those,
Night time walks,
Or those grandma talks.
My son, I ask you,
Where have they all gone?
Many will come to Play
But I will come to display
Do what you know, and give them a great show.
I'm in my own class, never to become last
No jokes, No Horseplays.
we need no runways
because we created our own freeways
Many will come to play, but I come to display
ladies, I must be seen, because, I'm clean as clean
I'm exhibit number one
here to have some fun
Many will come to slay, ladies Let’s take this day
And do this our way.
Tell the truth if I may
I come to Display
When asked about my personal extreme
Fantasy,
Nothing can hold me back,
When I think of what I’d like to be,
I know for sure creativity will not lack
An average work rate of £1,000,000 an hour
I don’t mean to portray any greed
But this is my ultimate fantasy
And it’s me it’s supposed to please
A slick, black, private stealth at my beck and call
Maybe a baby pink 747 aircraft too
A personal 24hour toenail clipper and manicurist
Someone to flush my silver-plated loo
I would give away most my money to charity
(Don’t get me wrong, my Swiss account won’t be deficient)
I’d build orphanages and hospitals left, right and centre,
Spread money so the 3rd World would be self-sufficient
Have an entourage of 50 beautiful persons,
All my bodyguards will be the size of small tanks
My houses will be scattered across the globe
My award speeches always start, “I just wish to thank…”
I would get to walk down all the runways,
Along Naomi, Adriana, Giselle and Tyra,
I want my own Nandos, BK and KFC enterprises,
An African elephant and a white Siberian Tiger
My personal trainer will be my eye candy
Because my body will already be flawless
I would only wear designer clothes at all times,
Paparazzi would only catch me looking gorgeous
My hair will be more marvellous than Pocahontas
I would like to have 20 university degrees,
And a record deal with all the top music labels
Over the top? Remember whose fantasy this is…
So I guess back to earth I come plummeting,
As I type this fantasy out while at my desk
Obviously too much time on my hands, my bubbles burst now,
I’m just happy to be alive; I’m blessed…