The difference between life,
and my life is
velocity :
Life is a jet plane...
and i walk in life
with shoes...!!!
Don’t cry
it’s time for me
to fly
New job
with Uncle Stan
and Rob
Home soon
I will return
in June
Finding Your Musette 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
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Checked with Soup counter and Rhymezone 2.4.2
04/03/21
Price On A Jet Plane
Sure wish we all could remain sane;
Price again was on a private jet plane;
Are cheaper ways,
They would amaze;
He should have taken a bus or a train.
Jim Horn
An overweight lady named Annie
Has got an absurdly large fanny
Since she boarded a plane
That is destined for Spain
She's wedged in the seat in Miami!
Thanks to Andrea for helping me with the meter for this one
Jan Allison
12th April 2016
I dropped her by the departure
gate
Watched her walk through the
revolving door
It wasn't that she was running
late
But we had both been here
before
We don't believe in long
goodbyes
That's what we told each other
What was the sense in
protracted sighs
And the feeling of being
smothered
We promised that we would
stay in touch
While trying not to suffocate
We didn't need the
togetherness crutch
We were masters of our own
fates
But the devil fools with the
best laid plans
With no regard for what we
think is right
And that is why this poem
began
Because I am missing her
tonight
I dropped her by the departure
gate
Watched her walk through the
revolving door
It wasn't that she was running
late
But we had both been here
before
We don't believe in long
goodbyes
That's what we told each other
What was the sense in
protracted sighs
And the feeling of being
smothered
We promised that we would
stay in touch
While trying not to suffocate
We didn't need the
togetherness crutch
We were masters of our own
fates
But the devil fools with the
best laid plans
With no regard for what we
think is right
And that is why this poem
began
Because I really miss her
tonight
Oh the wondrous glow of an English Rose
seductive she glides along foreign skies,
words that are spoken in this tongue she chose
whence where she will dwell amidst sunlit sighs.
But what of the love she doth leave behind
subdued in the humus of his desire,
a stringent veil of secrecy so blind
creates a fabric entity of fire.
The candle burns low his autumn of life
when stood at the gate of fearful goodbyes,
upon a tropical romance so rife
chance an English fragrance with Spanish eyes.
Still through woeful tears he scans a Jet plane
waits thereof her return to ease his pain....
© Harry J Horsman 2013
When sunset ushers a sky violet blue
At the first star’s light, my thoughts are of you.
And when I gaze into the moonlit sea;
Lights dancing on water, you are with me.
When a lovely flower bends to the breeze
I picture your face, so eager to please.
As I fly away to a distant land
You dwell in my heart; I’m at your command.
I love your deep voice and things that you say,
And ways you miss me when I am away.
I don’t want to extinguish this fire,
Though it consumes my mind with desire.
I long for the moment we’ll reunite
And I'll share your kisses throughout the night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4hsC0nRvZM
Song: Leaving on a Jet Plane
This poem relates to the song perfectly because I was always leaving on a jet plane
as a stewardess for 34 years. I met my husband on one of my flights in December
of 1979. We were married In December 1981 and the most difficult part of our
marriage was me being away 4 days at a time while flying down under to Sydney,
or Auckland, or 3 day trips to Japan. My thoughts were always with my husband and
children.
As I soared at forty-thousand feet strapped in the aluminum-tubed aerie,
Racing through my skull was a tune made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary!
They made leaving on a jet plane sound so very romantic and swell!
Contrary to their soothing ballad, mine was the flight from hell!
Ah, the thrill of going through the security check still lingers,
Recalling a most "touching" pat-down by Freddy Feely Fingers!
I had to remove my belt, shoes and the change from my pockets,
And open my carry-on bag to prove I had no guns or rockets!
I was "squoze" betwixt two guys leaning on my shoulders snoring!
One was built like Hulk Hogan - the other as fat as Herman Goring!
A squalling kid hollered for the entire trip! I suffered beyond belief!
I ordered a Manhattan on the Rocks in hopes of finding blessed relief!
About the flight, I told Betty Boop the attendant, "I'm tired of this fuss!
Next time I travel I'll skip all this nonsense and ride a Greyhound bus!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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NOTE: I've suffered through many such flights wondering if the agony
would ever end!
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Songs to Poetry" Contest