geese in the flight path
astounded startled pilot
remnants of sully
grating sky noises
elongated screechy scream
clamoring airplane
destroying silence
threatening my peace of mind
in flight path daily
I live in the flight path of fifty to one hundred planes a day
Very rarely do my dogs look up now
They think it is normal for the sky to sound like a 747
Today was an exception
We all looked up
A plane sounded like she needed a muffler
I thought it would be a small plane
It was a 747
I was terrified until it cleared my home
low dark gloomy clouds
hide clear blue skies and birds
view of flight path
What worth am I
in all this madness
what worth are you
in the depths
of all this sadness
there,
see the flight path
to elevation
inside the feels;
inside the fields
of darkness
spring wells of
orbs popping light
the half-stride
of trying phantoms
planting seeds,
half-baked poetry
running
through the veins
the golden fields
of darkness
minutiae sleeping
with Morpheus
under the velvet blankets
of Elysium
terra firma robes
overly well worn
divested now
in waking
kissing the farewell
to be received blessed,
annointed in the essence
of the uncommon
there,
the busy minded,
the unnaturally gifted -
The Poets ...
call you,
see -
the flight path
to elevation
inside the outside inside -
or, called back outside,
there you remain,
forever fixated
on cracking the inside
the hoax planted
in a dybbuk box
unfounded
unworthy demon
sunken
treasure
buried forever
grounded
hear them all, see,
inside the common feels,
the uncommon Poets
call you
see,
the flight path
to elevation
reaching
inside the outside inside
Candide Diderot. ‘24
crosses.
Let's get this out front
I think I'm in love
With an angel who flies
In the sky high above
My protector, she guides
Or calls down when required
When the future gets tangled
Or perception gets mired
In the thicket of doubt
With it's grey spikey temptress
Angel gently release me;
From unnecessary distress
For my wandering life
Or my future, corrupted
With a laser like focus
Evil plans you've disrupted
Those mysterious voices
With felonious intent
Propaganda or fear
On distraction are bent
A dangerous flight-path
Is neutralised quickly
You're healing my heart
When it's troubled or sickly
Destiny Angel -
Here's my heart, you can keep it
I rely on your power to discern
As you see fit
Let me trust in the future
In you, I believe
As high in the heavens
You dance and you weave
A light laden tapestry
An angelic balm
Such heavenly presence
Of colour and calm
Oh restorative angel
You release me from fear
With a gentle persuasion
And your fore-sight so clear
As I wander unfettered
Through this life; go before me
My affection is clear, yet
Can I trust you'll adore me?
Stepping away from home base
Specs of me left behind as a trace
Missing my crew before I even depart
Hard to not feel a crack in my heart
Wheels up as whisked into the sky
Tears of joy welling up in my eyes
As I remember the connection isn't lost
Since we are linked together at any cost
Airplane ascends as I slice off slivers of my heart
Scattering them through the sky to do my part
Their flight path doesn’t need a map
Calmly cascading before landing in your lap
The next step flips upside down my frown
Love from home is lifted up from the ground
Careening through the clouds without a sound
Sealing up the shortage from what I sent down
Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colours
by Charles Messina
High above they soar through prism's that detect their silent flight
Through dazzling arcs of colour now appearing on their wings.
First fiery red like flames are spread across the sky,
Doused then by glowing orange streaks like scattered autumn leaves
Transcending time and motion colours changing covers pristine white.
Passing through the sunlit yellow orb that lights the earth below,
Their flight path then reflections of our oceans green and blue
These kaleidoscopes of nature's beauty, ever changing as they swoop and soar
Where spectacular swirls of indigo are splashed by violet hue.
This magnificent display of colours is magnified tenfold
By these two doves quite unaware, they've captured rainbow lights
That no artist could on canvas white, paint such colours caught in flight.
Looking back over one's life
thinking of your thoughts far back
what intentions were in your mind?
indeed had you a sure track?
Leaving school at the ripe age of 15
any job would do, to get a wage
no real ambitions had me at that time
had no impulse but to turn to the next page
Decades have now passed on by
but amazingly feel it was all a plan
there in the divine providence so grand
each step has been taken like a span
Like a flight through the air
before landing on the flight path
you feel so high above the clouds
till your eyes see the approaching grass
Such an adventure it's all been
from birth till earth's end shall be
'all I intended to be' brought about
a little seed became one large tree
(Having listened again to Emmylou Harris 's album 'All I Intended To Be' from a few years ago inspired this piece looking back on life and all it was intended to be.)
Partnered with the light is ever darkness
Where wild boys of dune collect themselves
In chariots of steel inside the mind
Cocooned from what once was but now is gone
They ride clear off the edge of night
Rising to the sun by lost horizons
With music loud. With silence all about
Cliffs are less forgiving in the clouds
Off they go into the fall of men
Leaving only dust behind as a reminder
Of a place they might have found back then
Is that Icarus or Daedalus up ahead
In wings and wax still melting in the sun?
Is there a flight path to heaven less conspicuous?
Partnered with the light is ever darkness
Where wild are the boys of dune inside
Riding chariots of steel inside the mind
Where sand inside the shoes is an illusion
Drifting higher to the mounds of silence
Into horizons once described, are done
The fly in the lift
I buzz around, but there’s no way out.
I often hear voices and an occasional shout
Then I feel a breeze, but I’m nervous to try
I stick to my flight path, because I’m a fly
I can’t go far because there’s always a wall.
I climb higher, but get nowhere at all
Again, a breeze and a new human arrives
There’s plenty of food, so I know I’ll survive.
A loud clunk and the breeze is continuous
The air lifts my wings, but it makes me nervous
I am close to the source, but I turn away
I don’t know what’s out there, so I think I’ll stay.
David Cox 25th August 2021
Geese follow a southern flight path,
fearing Winter's a psychopath;
and honk as they flee Her wrath.
Autumn's buried without a trace,
while Winter whiteouts set the pace;
and icy winds slap my face.
I feel the sting of Winter's bite,
lying low in Her gown of white;
lashing out with all Her might.
A femme fatale, a heart of ice,
Winter is anything but nice;
She always levies a price.
On wings of self-destruction she relishes the panic
In the control room of the living
It was meant to be a family journey from heaven
Everyone on board to enjoy the passage
Then she launches herself as a guided vile missile
Mission nearly accomplished
Seat belts fastened and cool drinks already served
A knowing smile from the stewardess
The airport tower signals a clear runway for runaways
Paradise calling on a flight path to hell
Final announcement we have unchecked baggage
Please alight from the vessel
Puzzled but not unwilling he adjusts to the order
Takes his case from the carrier
He had not packed his belongings entirely on his own
Before placing them on the conveyor belt
Assisted and extended suicide had been in the making
Strapped to transgressions of boundaries
In time he got off the the airbus to help other travellers
Maybe he should take a train on his own
When the jet craft exploded he watched the fire ball
Sad but relieved that this voyage was over
31st January 2020
A moths flight path is erratic
It flits from place to place
First it’s on your ceiling
Then it’s dive bombing your face
It hits its head on lightbulbs
Even though they’re really hot
Killing off the the few brain cells
I’m not even sure they’ve got
And when you turn your light out
It’s like its wings have been turned off
It sits there looking innocent
A well behaved, calm moth
But if you dare to touch the switch
And make your room aglow
The moth just can’t quite help himself...
“The moth and his break dance show!!”
Up and away we are
In v’ formation
The stronger are our flight path
The mercury on it's all time lowest
On the thermometer
We lost so many friends along the way
Flying in close situations
Immigrating brings good vibrations
No matter what the weather
We are Swallows Forever
We are bathing in the sun
High above on a wire
If I say that we don't have fun
Then you know I am a liar
Because when we cruise through the sky
Then you will wish you could fly
We sneak past the bird watchers
But they always recognise our call
We pull off a disappearing act in the fall
So that we don't lurk too long
To be a stuffed up trophy
On some hunter's Wall
We are Swallows Forever
No matter what the weather
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