I’m on an A320.
It’s a plane that isn’t new,
So everything on board is old
Except, of course, the crew.
The little TV screens don’t work
Nor do the reading lights.
There’s no place to plug chargers,
Quite unusual for flights.
The seats are full and I could kvetch
Much more, without a doubt,
But I’ll be fine as long as
Windows don’t start popping out.
Body shirts and platform shoes
Discos and push back dos
The Bee Gees Staying Alive
Do you get the Disco jive
Countdown on a Sunday night
The latest tunes brought to sight
Toranas Chargers and Fords
Your choice Australian accord
Clothes so bright there was no hiding
Invitations that were so inviting
The 70s were the decade for me
Still single and so fancy free.
© Paul Warren Poetry
A flush of adrenaline
A river running high
To fight against a carnal harmony
No dam can be erected
Was it the builder's creation?
Or a flaw to be ignored?
Butterflies abandon
Surge over sinew
A course, not yet to dry
Pleasure or pain
Cycles unknown to me
Besides the motion
It strives to drive the dancers out
The partners to lure in
As music screamed
Pounding churned the walls
Where the drapes were once scarlet
Now white streamers
Ran silkily to sigh
Veins and vessels away
The apartments were stable
No alarms sounded
I slept unfeeling
Forgotten by the party
Missing their advance
On feminine, the virility
A chargers onslaught came
While I had no thoughts to disturb
Judges at the ready
Curling, hardening to guard
Against an inevitable trial
The doorbell rang incessantly
Banging and scratching around panes
To be desired and devoured
My core shattered
A dividing ecstasy began
Soft and red, a breath taken
Then I conceived I was
Ran to Oxford to receive a-
super education, Yale yelled at me
"why don't you come learn this side"
Oh Harvard knowing that it's so hard
To have it and be everywhere at-
the same time, royal minded: Princeton,
The kingdom calling for a prince.
Master of wisdom, and the prince
Be in the Hall: building my self
FET to further understanding of life!
There were many obstacles-
before I obliterated them...
Super man flying with my red gown
And Hoped for a Better future,
A G: graduate, now I'm facing life
With no chargers just me and my will,
Not that I'll die, but resurrecting my dreams
further education, more step Ladders and paints,
Painting a picture to this walls of fame.
iPhone chargers should be called “apple juice”
Bet they can't because they'd pay dearly for its use
Maybe a logo of an Adam's apple
Or a dude in pink, riding side saddle
Well really anything at all to avoid royalty abuse
My vacation prep consists
Of checking items off my lists.
Toiletries and extra socks?
One more pair of shoes, sans box.
Make-up? Check! A book to read?
More clothing than I really need.
An umbrella? Meds and snacks?
Passport? Chargers? (Can’t relax!)
Bills paid up and cards all sent?
Nothing left to thus lament.
Pencil and my writing pad?
The checking off is ironclad.
As the time to leave draws near,
One by one they disappear.
When I’m headed out the door,
My lists aren't needed anymore.
This load is too heavy
To carry alone
I’ll never be ready
For you to come home
I try and try harder
Even, I, see no effort
In a world of lost chargers
And abundance of ports
These walls are wild demons
They won’t let me leave
They produce twice the semen
Each time that they breed
The worse it becomes
I’m less likely to escape
The more I eat crumbs
The less I want cake
So, I linger here
Within four walls
I exist in fear
Avoiding halls
The house of lost hope
No longer a home
A thick, deadly smoke
Eats away at the bones
The structure is brittle
It fades by the day
I live in the middle
Warmed by the hay
I sacrificed blankets
To smother the fire
My nest, now a pit
And I’m not a flyer
Plucky
Unlucky
Carry on regardless
What is a sadist
Without his Chargers
Tripping and falling over for the amusement of other's
Fodder for Bird's to drop on
While the bellyaching say
That is supposed to be lucky
But you never see them mucky
Just another day just another way
Life and jokes poke fun at my expense
That I take it with a stoic reticence
Because my life has become a pretense
For hard knocks
And the only thing that shock's
Is the release
Of a peaceful day
Drum's and crack's
With hindsight we avoided
Because they would have destroyed us
And where is the fun in that?
Now that the Chrysler Chargers
With the Holden Monaros
And the Ford Falcons
Are all vanishing from
Our roads in the Outback
What will the bikie outlaws
In the next Mad Max movie
Drive on their tracks
Toyota Camrys just don’t cut it.
Stephanus Marcus Book 1
Canto 3
Verses 4 and 5
" Archbishop marries James and me in own
cathedral celebrating Day of Saints.
With whitish robe and amethystine stone,
pent hopes will be released of tied restraints.
Then my heart, free of mind's imposed constraints,
will soar to highths in rapture only dreamed.
And I shall never utter James complaints,
for praise of nobles, he is so esteemed.
Against God's old commandments laid ne'er he blasphemed."
" Your knight's away to Broughton Place this light
where mortal danger waits arrayed in lines
of Saint's swift chargers forward go and smite.
But knight is brave and he'll survive dense pines,
for fortitude is nice and intertwines
with courage, faith, and perseverance fine.
Your knight hath these beyond belief, it shines.
This plain assurance I give thee is mine:
In lilac time you'll see your knight, that seems you sign."
To catch a cabinet is to firstly attach a handle to a hook. Then it is possible to stand on a high street swooshing around with the line. Creaky cranky cabinets called. Cannot one single item be delivered by palm? The price of a model is neither a process nor a procedure when selling. And the tubular turn of a screw should neither be stale nor stolen. Interestingly enough the papers denote charges then chargers are charging more often in a round tender. But waiting is noted to be a widespread occurrence in biscuit tin shops. Now eat ten blades of freshly mowed lawn with a snow glaze, twenty-five minutes of a cheese sandwich, a stuffed olive leaf, a tabletop, and a small amount of brown sauce to accompany such a feast. Categorisation.
San Diego
are now Chargers less
will they win LA?
Making wishes on Dandelions in the moon light.
Knights on white chargers, oh what a sight.
Two good looking princes having a fight.
Swords drawn and fencing under starlight.
A ballet performed for the man in the moon.
A singer serenades you can't help but swoon.
Ballerinas dance with stars to a beautiful tune.
All done with silhouettes against a full moon.
Hand written love letters in flowing prose.
Flowers and chocolates wrapped up with bows.
I will stay with you for the highs and the lows.
All for the favour of a girl called rose.
Many ages the old tower had stood
yet once it had been the very centre
of activity to all who enter
for centuries now the weather withstood
Witness to many battles all hard fought
many feasts and weddings held in its halls
and fine chargers housed within its stalls
yet now looking back it was all for nought
Time had taken its toll, now just a shell
ravaged by weather, could it be saved?
the man stood looking and his heart craved
here in this tower he would like to dwell
Work started it was long and arduous
slowly the tower returned to glory
with the new stone brought in from the quarry
at last done it now stood victorious
my first attempt at enclosed rhyme hope I
got it right
Once upon a time of mobile
chargers,
Lives a small frighten
kittyhawk,
Sacred and lost in the jungle
of Xs!
Trapped for months and
hours,
One day she broke her chain,
And flew days until she reach
a place,
A tree beside a brook called
'POETRY',
And met many new friends,
Caught a glance of a Nuhawk
by another branch,
They soon got along well and
broke into song,
Romantic duet so strong,
Hundreds gathered to listen
and dance.
By late that evening a few
remain,
An Ancient Ox,two
turtledoves,a GhostOwl,and a
ladybug,
When it was finished she
rested her head on his crest.
Which brought the crowd into
rapture!
A happy ending is what we
are after,
Love is not blind for these
fellows,
More to come from the leaves
of Poet's Corner,
Would you stay and hear
some more...?
Until another present us a
bard to tell,
Of lonely hearts finding love
again,
I leave you with the story of
Kittyhawk and her lover....
Adios Amigoes and
Senoritas !!
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