Long Airliner Poems
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About 600 BC sailors went down the East African shore
A Pharoah had sent them, afraid of an oncoming war
They rounded the coast at the African horn
Astonished at what they saw that morn.
The sun arced in the north, it just couldn’t be
The earth was flat in those days, everyone did agree.
When they reached home, the crowds didn't believe
But it’s exactly the reason we know they didn't deceive
They had passed the equator, of a world that was a sphere
It shows that away from the front, we should trust what we hear.
A unit of Jewish women saw Hamas soldiers rehearse
To take hostages, blow up fences, they reported chapter and verse
But their superiors didn’t believe them, told them to be silent
The result of this skepticism was incredibly violent
On the seventh day, seventeen of them were killed
Hamas filmed on their go-pros, so much blood spilled
To Hamas liberation, but I shake my heads at that day
Israeli dogma near the top meant quite a price to pay.
Pilots warned of safety concerns at a D.C airport for many years
Near misses with helicopters was the source of their fears
One captain said he could not imagine what kind of designer
Could let helicopters cross the paths of a crowded airliner.
Then a helicopter collided with American airlines 5342
67 died, figure skaters, coaches and an engineer too
Friends who had gone duck hunting in Kansas, didn’t think they would die
Because of an avoidable burst of flame in the sky.
Our hierarchy should be inverted, the hands-on types know more:
the people at the scene, the sailors by the shore
From cockpits and borders to decks on the sea
The front line sees first what the future will be
The theorists in their armchairs, the truth they must seek
We need to bypass them, link the base to the peak.
Christopher Robin’s thinking of Alice
But she wasn't with him there
Alice was above the Indian Ocean
Ten thousand feet up in the Air,
Working as a Trolley Dolly
First Class Section, Exotic Air Line,
Mixing with the Jet Set and
Finding life suited her just fine.
She’d joined the Mile High Club,
Just to give it a try
Wondering if making love was different
Performed way up in the sky.
So many beautiful people seen daily
In her normal working life,
Maybe the chance of becoming
A very rich man’s wife.
Alice loved her occupation
Of which she was justly proud
Until one day her airliner
Just disappeared into a cloud.
Christopher Robin mourned his Alice
Thought of all those things he didn’t say
Then he sadly closed his heart
And let life take him on its way.
If I had wings or another source to fly
I was born to soar
The sky and I
Discover horizons and unknown distances
Never seen before
Surge among the high mountains
Observing below endless oceans, Lakes, Rivers, Water Falls and running streams
Through the Sun that brings warmth
Feeling the friendly breezes
Into the air to countries beyond America
Where language accents dwell
Senses of aroma where smell of enchanted puts one in a trance
Tasting the natural soil of the good Earth
Acquaint with like never before
As I wasn’t born with wings
There is another thing
Wings of a passenger jet
The best idea yet
Journeying far and wide
Where if I had wings won’t tire
Passenger jet recline back
Airliner style
Friendly skies
Opportunity wise
The elves had been loading Santa’s sleigh for the night.
The reindeer were all prancing about, with delight.
With Santa aboard, a loud, “Ho-Ho”, did ring;
on the crispy, cold air, as the sleigh left with a “zing”.
Their forms, they were lit, by the nightlight moon;
old Santa would be delivering soon.
At the first house, he came down the chimney just right;
“Clearly”, he said, “this will be a good night”!
The cookies and milk, so refreshing, they’d be;
as he gobbled them down, with such hearty glee.
On and on, he continued; delivering his gifts.
The sleigh a bit lighter, the reindeer, did lift.
As an airliner so swiftly, came crossing their path;
The faces inside, took a big, second glance.
Santa waved, they waved back; from up above the trees.
The trees seemed to bow, as he passed, with a breeze.
With each reindeer, he shared, his cookies, you see;
the fuel for his journey, would always be free.
Round the world, he did travel and all in one night.
Every creature on earth was thrilled by the sight.
To the squirrels, he brought nuts and cheese to the mice.
Koala’s got eucalyptus and horses, blankets, so nice.
Not one soul, did he miss; though he dodged a few drones.
Santa made his deliveries and then headed home.
Mrs. Claus had hot cider; a warm meal, at the ready.
Santa arrived with a yawn; his eyelids, so heavy.
Unhitching his sleigh, the elves bid him, good-night and
the reindeer, bedded down, in the barn, for the night.
Santa ate well and slept a very deep sleep;
Tomorrow would bring many orders, you see…
For the next big delivery, would take a full year;
each Christmas, came faster, it seemed, than his reindeer.
For a man in his hundreds, old Santa was spry.
To please every child, in the world, he would try.
As the elves took the orders, for the next Christmas season;
the Clauses vacationed, in the warm Caribbean.
The milk’s gone off today, I don’t know where it’s going
It booked a cab to Stansted, then climbed aboard a Boeing.
He doesn’t have a passport, I’m sure he’ll be ejected
The milk’s gone off today, it’s not what I expected.
The temperature is soaring, this wine is turning sour
I’d better pour another glass, it may not last the hour.
Frankfurter from the barbecue tastes good inside my sandwich
I’d like to praise its tastefulness but do not speak its language.
The inertia of the markets is really not surprising
Containers zig-zag round the globe, so the mercury is rising.
Every generation wants the right to make progress
So is it any wonder that our planet’s in a mess?
This heat is creeping-up on us, look forward to a storm,
So hard to store our favourite snacks when everywhere’s so warm,
A freezer on this website is discounted - should I buy it?
Or maybe I’ll resist the urge, and simply change my diet!
When on the beach at Morecambe the onshore breeze feels fresh
But lately in the afternoon it felt like Marrakech,
You ought to watch these climate trends when booking your vacation
But don’t depend on Michael Fish when seeking information.
It’s good to greet the sunshine if you’re out of bed at dawn
It helps to scare the clouds away and ripens farmers’ corn,
You may catch its reflection when you’re polishing your car,
On-balance we could all agree, it is our favourite star.
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Pilot is having difficulty keeping it in the air
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
Stewardess do not tip us off, issuing us all kinds of care
Each one squelching their own internal light for our sake
My eyes are fixated on the dark clouds that appear with a glare
747 gives a quiver, a drop, and at last a shiver and shake.
Sky marshal holds onto the seat until his knuckles are white
There is a loud boom that sounds like an earthquake.
I wonder if we will make it safely or be a plane crash sight.
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
I swear I see a halo around an old lady’s head and it is bright.
Suddenly there is a clap, no a series of loud angry claps.
In succession, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam, bang, bam.
The plane begins a descent and we all hear familiar flaps.
Thunder envelops us in series of freezing cold wraps
Airliner in the storm is not doing well
Others are praying, phones put away, rosary beads on their laps
Tossing and turning, careering with each stormy swell
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One day I'll write some thing
That will make this planet sing
It may not be perfect
For anybody, even me
We'll have to wait and see...
If the blue sky fungi
Sail below the window
Of my jet airliner
You'll know I wrote something
That made this planet sing!
One day I'll be King
And someone else will sing
Songs I weave from words
Like an alphabetic artist
Who lights up the darkest.
When the blue sky fungi
Sail below the window
Of my jet airliner
You'll know I wrote something
That made this planet sing!
One day wearing nothing
I'll wander down in spring
Dance the night sky nearer
Guile her with guitars
Then sprinkle her with stars.
Now the blue sky fungi
Sail below the window
Of my jet airliner
You know I wrote something
That gave the darkness bling!
An Airliner on its regular schedule
It seems the Airliner was stuck in an anywhere time module
The Airliner would take off in fligh5t in the present, but would go from current into unknown times
The flight would be smooth
The destination was supposed to be from Los Angeles to Chicago
The passengers, Pilot and entire Flight crew themselves going from through historical past
It planned on the Flight chart
Even the passengers had no idea as to what was going on and what was transpiring
Confusion and concern running through everybody’s mind
No explanation could be expelled into why and what was happening on the Airliner
Finding their way to where?
There was no getaway only time traveling entry way
Fuel was getting low
The airliner in flight, but seemed locked in time to anywhere
Stuck in time to nowhere bound
They couldn’t even return back to their time where everything started
Airliner in its own search, but loss in no find.
The elves had been loading Santa’s sleigh for the night.
The reindeer were all prancing about, with delight.
With Santa aboard, a loud, “Ho-Ho”, did ring; on the crispy,
cold air, as the sleigh left with a “zing”.
Their forms, they were lit, by the light of the moon;
old Santa would be delivering soon.
At the first house, he came down the chimney just right;
“Clearly”, he said, “this will be a good night”!
The cookies and milk, so refreshing, they’d be;
as he gobbled them down, with such hearty glee.
On and on, he continued; delivering his gifts.
The sleigh a bit lighter, the reindeer, did lift.
As an airliner so swiftly, came crossing their path;
The faces inside, took a big, second glance.
Santa waved, they waved back; up high above the trees.
The trees seemed to bow, as he passed, with a breeze.
With each reindeer, he shared, his cookies, you see;
the fuel for his journey, would always be free.
Round the world, he did travel and all in one night.
Every creature on earth, was thrilled by the sight.
To the squirrels, he brought nuts and cheese to the mice.
Koala’s got eucalyptus and horses, warm blankets, so nice.
Not one soul, did he miss; though he dodged a few drones.
Santa made his deliveries and then headed home.
Mrs. Claus had hot cider; a warm meal, at the ready.
Santa arrived with a yawn; his eyelids, so heavy.
Unhitching his sleigh, the elves bid him, good-night and
the reindeer, bedded down, in the barn, just so right.
Santa ate well and slept a very deep sleep;
Tomorrow would bring many orders, you see…
For the next big delivery, would take a full year;
each Christmas, came faster, it seemed, than his reindeer.
For a man in his hundreds, old Santa was spry.
To please every child, in the world, he would try.
As the elves took the orders, for the next Christmas season;
the Clauses, vacationed, in the warm Caribbean.
Ezekiel’s Witness
David J Walker
It was the Spring before Eddie died that Fall
The graveled back road leading to the
end of the airport runway and an audible adventure
In the perfect evening air
no wind
as the light defused
into the equinox sky
we parked his Buick on the leeward side of
the barbed wire fence just beyond the runway
and stood in the chilled and perfectly stilled night air
Where
we became four animated fixtures
beckoning to the coming Continental Airliner
watching it grow nearer
bigger
louder
roaring
rattling our bones in the backwash of
a passenger jet landing on time in
the middle of nowhere
Ezekiel bore witness to the wheel in the wheel
Way up in the middle of the sky
Ezekiel bore witness in the valley of bones
Dry but not lifeless
Eddie left a note naming the boys who would
Bear the pall of his casket
It was the fall of our senior year