Long Aerodrome Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, 
sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned below this flying suit, his waste is tied with simple...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were waved through the main gate and headed onto the main...

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Unquotable quotes: Olympic Antics – XXXIII

Why do Judo-kas bother to wear anything at all since all they do is to try their very best to undress one another before hugging themselves on the mat?
Wrestlers at...

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The excitement starts
The second I wake up
I have the biggest smile ever
Today I am jumping
Today I will fly

My stomach has butterflies
A tea and I’m ready to go
To the skydiving hanger
To my chariot with wings

The tiny...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing seemed to ever change but then we seen the myth...

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Dust descending
fills my ears and nose:
small stones loosened from the soft rock
bleed our faces and our arms......

the smell of this cellar
the drought of this cellar
the echoing sound of this cellar
the rumble of this cellar
the body...

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The aircraft might be fifteen minutes late,
You might be there, before it's too late.
Too late to reach there before you take off,
Off to somewhere, within the country,
Or without, or even beyond, my mother told me.
Better...

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Microlight


When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles
dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene
blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning breeze
rainbow spectrum gone haywire, in the azure June sky
they were flaunting metallics,...

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Stow Maries.

  

Wings of war like paper butterflies

once floated down upon this grassy plain

war machines of moments gone

honeysuckle and wild rose

now cling to silent buildings

empty shells of ghostly past

listen and hear within the broken...

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~David The Gnome~ 
(Rhyming Couplets) 


Hello there dearie, my name is David the Gnome 
And this is my home, Sweet Home 
And you're most welcome to roam 
Around, and read each and all of my...

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A mighty fortress is this venerable plane!
A flying fortress indeed - the adversary's bane!
Though she groans as through the celestial dome she flies,
There's no sturdier old queen ruling the skies!

Though badly battered by bursting flak...

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Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields, 
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A...

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I am not alone, I got Jesus
on the phone, on the phone He's on my phone

I am not alone, I got Jesus
He's in my home, in my home He is my home

If I travel in...

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Sleep Baby Sleep
Little baby let me rock you to sleep
Angels will watch over you, do not weep 
Visit places you've never seen before 
Lots of adventures for you to explore.

Meet Dinosaurs, they have wings and...

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On the walls of an old rickety shed
  are names of sojourners who’ve passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
  where I passed on a long forgotten day.
Winding a road less...

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Swaying
undulating
like bouquets from heaven
so gently descending
in white waves
the flowers of youth came down.

They kissed the tall trees
and church spires
as they made for the village green
and the roads
and back gardens seen
on the way 
to the aerodrome

It...

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On rows of chairs
heads bark orders at invisible underlings,
sharp suited mid-level execs
power into conference calls.

The more gleaming the sky-palace
the skuzzier I feel,
the duller the yellow
of my crumpled paperback.

Air-miles accrued,
I bumped myself up to business class.
I...

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