Best Up In The Air Poems
Grrrr WOMEN they drive me mad!
We were due to go on holiday
My wife said she was on her way
I’d got the car engine running
I waited
and waited
and waited
But my wife Marcie was on the phone to her mom
Marcie had INSISTED her mother lived in our granny flat
Why couldn’t she pop next door to say goodbye…
Going on holiday is the only way I can escape from the old bag
Still at least she’s looking after Mitzi our Chihuahua
We arrive at the airport just in time ….
Marcie walks ahead in a cloud of Chanel No 5 perfume
To me it smells like cat’s pee
but if it was good enough for Marilyn Monroe she HAS to wear it
Unfortunately I had chosen the only trolley with the wonky wheel
That darn trolley has a mind of it’s own … it must be a female!
The electric doors open and close like see through curtains
I struggle with a mountain of three suitcases, but only one is mine
And half of MY case is taken up with five pairs of Marcie’s shoes
Tell me guys
Why does a woman have to pack the kitchen sink ‘just in case’
One small suitcase is FULL of her make up
Gee I hope she remembered to pack the trowel with which to apply it!
At the check in desk we discover one of the cases is overweight
Yes … you guessed it – its mine with all her bloody shoes in it
I have to stump up thirty-five dollars in excess baggage fees!
What a great way to start a relaxing break...
When we board the plane things are no better
Marcie moans about the cramped seats
She has to ask for a seat-belt extension
telling the stewardess the seats are smaller than those the last time we flew
Maybe if she lost a few pounds that would make a difference …
But of course I hold my tongue
Marcie moans about the noise as we take off
She moans about the aircraft food but still eats every mouthful
She complains how tiny the toilet stalls are
her huge butt doesn’t help but I hold my tongue
As we are landing she says how much she misses her mom and the dog
THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW
Next year Marcie and her mum can go away
I’m staying at home with the dog!
06-12-17
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Away Up In The Air
My nights are oh so lonely
Now that you are gone
I miss your smile...your touch
I've no one to lean upon
I gaze upon the Heavens
Hoping to see you there
The skies are dark and dreary
But I know you're there somewhere
So I send you tender kisses
And say a little prayer
That you are looking down at me
From way up in the air
Each morning when I wake
I reach for you in vain
Then I remember you're not here
And I try not to complain
I go about my daily chores
But my thoughts are all of you
And memories keep flooding back
Of when our love was new
So I send you tender kisses
And say a little prayer
That you are looking down at me
From way up in the air
Your voice lives and comforts me
I hear it every day
It's still on my answering machine
I never erased it away
I wish that I could call you
So many things I'd like to say
I'm thinking of you darling
Hope my wishes don't go astray
I'm sending you tender kisses
And saying a little prayer
That you are looking down at me
From way up in the air
I know that you're in Heaven
And you are waiting there.
Yes...I know that there's a Heaven
And you are waiting for me there
Copyright2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
Taken under
The wing of a butterfly
Soaring over trouble
Living free
Without any worries
Without any pain
Guided by the wind
Reaching the warmth of the sun
Happy to be alive
Oh, the Fourth of July for a kid is a blast,
Though today not so much as it was in the past,
“Cherry Bombs” and “M80s” my faves when a kid,
And our throwing “Torpedoes” not all that we did.
“Roman Candles” shoot colored balls up in the air,
Blast of “Aerial Bombs” knocks you out of your chair,
“Bottle Rockets,” as well, were both cheap and delight,
With flame sputtering “Fountains” to top off the night.
Watching children light “Sparklers,” joy’s hard to contain,
They’re so bright that to witness burns path cross your brain,
There is something for old and young, “Buzz Bombs” that twirl,
War is nearly forgotten, the dead boy and girl.
Long Tooth
August 10, 2017
Sun taste smells the sounds;
As Winter Winds torn morning Luna Eclipse;
Mountain ranges embrace the clouds;
As the evening night light stars shifts;
Oh! A lovely beautiful Witness;
Encapsulating Starlight breezes;
thus ever so fair these things up in the air...
9/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
I'm juggling confetti balloons,
Floating a wayward, up in the air,
Falling wherever, when they will,
Begging my cares to be ever still.
I’m the ringmaster of chaos.
Rid'n a tightrope chair.
Poised on tippy-toe, piqué.
About to lose an arm 'n leg.
My heart beats a drum roll,
To dare the cast-of-die fanfare,
To begin before its begun,
Before I've got the hang of
Juggling these bobbling balloons.
I’m dancing with gravity’s strings.
I've lost my weightless things.
They've fallen all around my wings.
With my hopes slip-sliding away,
like confetti spaghetti, al denté.