The only movie on this flight that's shown
is an episode of The Twilight Zone.
That's what my flight attendant said,
staring strangely at my head.
My brain thread's still mostly on the spool,
so why look at me like I'm a fool.
My eagle eye saw the wind dislodge
a key piece of the fuselage.
That's the lynch pin, says I.
Without it, we can no longer fly.
The cabin's leaking oxygen and air.
Clueless passengers sit and stare
as I see my hand become a claw
to stop the destruction I foresaw.
The flight attendant meant to do me harm.
She stuck a needle in my arm.
I was on that accursed flight, inbound.
Now, I'm sleeping safe and sound.
the plane ascended.
i yelled it.
this straw in the wind; fly fly fly
i felt it was a necessary affectation
to ensure a safer flight
or rather a calmer form of passenger
bring out the java
i want to ride the bean
we soar, slope upward
i greet the turbulence
with grit
i summon over a flight-attendant and
offer to help up there with the pilot
she politely turns down my offer
and the choppiness subsides
but i still want a role
give me valiantness, worthiness, nobility
and astropolitics
we thank the crew as we disembark
i look into the flight attendant's helium-3 eyes
'when men are arrived at the goal, they should
not turn back.'
i was stopped at immigration for four hours
Flight Attendant
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
My dearest friend whose name is Jo Jo,
when working her job kept her on the go.
But now retired,
she’s still admired,
because years have not stolen her glow.
It’s a Hound Dog, a bus or plane?
It’s the Flying G on the Runway Lane
Did you know Greyhound’s know how to fly?
I will explain the reason why
At one point, Greyhound dog legs leaped to the friendly skies with wings
Yes, you read right wings
The Greyhound Bus Company that was the Canadian version of Greyhound Air
A flying machine
People don’t relate the bus company to the air
It was a company beyond compare
People thought that the Greyhound bus company was grounded to the highways, but the Hound Dog was seen in the air along with the other major airlines
Just imagine a Flight Attendant voice welcoming you aboard Greyhound Air in fasten your seat belts and observe no smoking
Flying G with up and down wheel gears
Have no fear, the Flying G will help preserver
However, the airline ceased operations in 1993
The flying G was the way to go
Now you know
The Hound was always the highway flow now, but a slower pace
You will always see Greyhound’s in their race
As for the travelling passenger, it becomes an out of breath chase
Trying to keep up the Greyhound pace.
I always wonder at the folks
Who do not follow rules,
Who violate the status quo,
Think followers are fools.
A traffic light that’s red? Who cares?
No motorbikes allowed?
Let’s speed along where people walk
And blast our music LOUD!
A flight attendant wanting me
To sit here with a mask?
I’ll knock her teeth out; maybe then
She’ll be afraid to ask.
A bicycle chained up outside?
The owner’s not around,
So I can take it for myself
And show off what I’ve found.
The list can just go on and on;
This stuff just isn’t right,
Yet more and more we’re powerless
To stand our ground and fight.
When rules are made and put in place,
What used to be expected
Was that they would be followed
And not nastily rejected.
Elbows must be packed more carefully.
I catch the eye of a flight attendant.
Some preliminary questions…
"Miss can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge?
She frowns, resenting perhaps my ‘miss’
should have said ‘mam’…damn.
I carry on babbling –
“Could my mind be more swiftly amputated?
Is it possible to be shuffled laterally
until I intrude less and match more?”
Now she is throwing daggers of hate towards me.
Are the engines honking like killer geese?
Will dinner come as an intravenous drip?
Is that kid vomiting back there?
Her dislike of my questions
is as palpable as a cudgel to the head.
“Miss I can’t see; my eyes are too near the seatback.
Will you stamp my papers D.O.A. now
to save time?"
My voice through the triple layered mask
sounds like a hyperactive zombie.
She smiles robotically.
"Sir, will you please stop blinking,
you're making the other cargo nervous."
Elbows need to be carefully packed.
I squeeze together organs
filling only a certain delineated area.
The flight attendant approaches,
tries to ignore me
I have some preliminary questions,
"Can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge?
Could my mind be more swiftly amputated?
Is it possible to be shuffled laterally
until I intrude less and match more?
Will my MP3 player attract killer geese,
or interfere with heat seeking drones.
Will you stamp my papers as D.O.A. now
to save time?"
She smiles.
"Sir, will you please stop blinking,
you're making the other cargo nervous."
A furor surely was ignited
When somebody from United
Made a bad decision
With a most unpleasant end.
A carrier with dog inside
(The flight attendant notified)
Was placed with luggage which
The family couldn’t comprehend.
The overhead compartment where
Kokito languished had no air
And so he barked, expecting
That he soon would be unpenned.
The owners begged, to no avail.
Kokito’s cries did not prevail
And soon the family learned they’d lost
Their sweet and loyal friend.
United gets a new black eye
And not a soul should wonder why
Of all the airlines, this is one
I would not recommend.
She rides on a sailing ship high in the skies
embracing creation of her wandering star
cheerfully greeting her guests.
Some pleasant and chatty,
some on occasion she may ask,
“Please don’t fall over me.”
Hawaii is where her heart lies;
and island of poetry that inspires her soul,
of orange sunset against sublime radiant blue.
She strolls up and down the tan beach,
enjoying the feel of warm grains of sand between her toes,
breathing in the whole innocence of beauty
as tears of joy blend in with the cool briny sea.
A place of timeless harmony
her peace of heaven
6/19/2017
A tribute to Connie Marcum Wong
Her poems are inspiring
This was a comment written by a friend; I know is if a fight breaks out on a plane and I'm your flight attendant please don't fall on me during your altercation ??
I fly JetBlue for their snacks, TV's
And lots and lots of flights.
Doritos is my favorite snack,
Providing yummy bites.
The flight attendant just revealed
That, in this airline venue,
These Nacho Cheese delights
Will soon be taken off the menu.
Though Cheez-its will replace them
(Both have Cheese within their name),
Every snacker would agree that they
Are nowhere near the same.
To the top execs of JetBlue -
Word of mouth might cause a break
For your loyal Frequent Fliers
Might just switch for your mistake.
Do not sacrifice our Nachos
Thinking it could help our health.
If we start to fly United,
It just might affect your wealth!
As the flight attendant made the accouncement that this plane is going down
I took one last look at him
Not knowing it be the last time I see him again
My feet froze to the ground
but in my mind
I want to get up and run run run
but where where where
I look up to the celling and look out the window for the last time
I turn and looked at him in his eyes and told him I love you
and if either one us don't make it
don't you grieve
don't you die
don't fall apart because I'am not near your side
I held his hand tight as we went down down down
I felt the loud crash as the plane hit the ocean floor
I closed my eyes
I felt my life fading away
I blacked out
My hand slipped out of my partner hand
I try to gasp for air but nothing
water filled my lungs
I knew this was it
My life flash in front of my face
things you see before you walked into the light
I was hoping the hand of God would catch me and my man before the final breath
But if it's time to go
Then it's time to go
By Shaniki Smith
06-10-2016
The sky shone gaunt gold
on the lip of the storm
before the anvil shaped clouds advanced
upon the burning margins of the world
Like a dream
the thunder rolled away
leaving cotton candy swirls
before a spreading dawn
Gentle white horse clouds appeared
pulling pastel chariots
bearing angels -
rainbows, tinted on their snowy wings
Down they plunged
gilt-edged, into a pit of pure white
popcorn clouds
Feeling God-like before
the breakfast service
I watched delicate washes of pale lavender
mist into daylight.
Dedicated to Connie Marcum Wong who worked as a flight attendant for many years.
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First Place
Talk about a frightful flight
I think it was last Thursday night
I was heading out of town for work
Our flight attendant went berserk
Instead of the normal spiel they gave
This lady starts to rant and rave
Her own airline she really trashes
Screams about bad luck and crashes
No, it was not the friendly patter
She came across as a Mad Hatter
The other crewmen try to stop her
Eventually we had to hop her
Hold her down, call 911
This all before the flight’s begun
We had to taxi to a gate
As on the local cops we wait
Something had snapped, she couldn’t hack it
They took her off in a straight jacket
They took our numbers, took our names
Loaded us on other planes
No explanation of what just happen
Perhaps recruiters once were nappin’
All in all I now surmise
Unfriendly fly the friendly skies
Mdailey 3/10/12
The flight attendant asked;
"Can anyone fly a plane?"
She received no reply,
Her search was in vane!
The cockpit was empty,
The pilots couldn't be found.
Those left on the plane,
Were making a terrible sound!
The more they searched,
Their fear began to grow.
They noticed more empty seats,
"Where did those people go?"
The passengers couldn't believe it.
"Where can these people be?"
"Please help us God,"
Was their fearful plea!
Down the plane went,
Bursting into a fire ball.
No one was left,
The crash consumed all!
Just where will you be,
When it's your time to die?
Will you be with Satan,
And wondering why?
You can be with God,
Asking Jesus into your heart!
Confess you sin to Him,
Then from Him never depart!
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