Long Airplane Poems
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"I love you"
These are the three ripe words that
I wanted to whisper in your ears.
So, I
Fixed a date
You came
We met
We spoke
But I couldn't propose:
Though tattooed on the tip of my tongue,
at my dismay it refrained to flow out.
Then,
I packed all my feelings and emotions in a box
with a love letter clinched to it
and laid it on your desk.
Looking at the hourglass
Counted the time.
Zealously anticipating
for your arrival
But,
Unfortunately
you were on sick leave.
Poor me
Carried the box
ran and hopped into a taxi.
Impatiently sitting,
throughout the ride
yearning to meet you..
After reaching the destination
Carelessly forgetting the box,
restlessly I jumped down
Rushed to your flat
Found your name plate beside the door
Pressed on the calling bell
Faced your maid
With a fine clarification
I stepped inside the hall
Not finding you
Confused I stood.
In a while,
Got to know
that you have been shifted
to hospital;
Not knowing the address
and the exact location
I stumbled
Place to place..
In search of you
With a wrong information.
Cash had melted;
Looking my wallet
I sat on the street
gaping at your photo,
that..I had stolen
from your locker.
Hit suddenly an idea..
Thought of calling you
But,
In a hurry had left my
mobile on my table;
Recalling your number
I went to a telephone Booth
I tried and tried and tried..
With many failed attempts
I just heard the recorded voice
which repeatedly said:
"your call is not reachable"
My eye lids were twitching
prophesying something awful is to happen.
The clouds were shadowed by darkness;
And I returned back home
with a huge sigh;
Found my pillow
Embraced ,
Cried my heart out,
Lay insomniac,
whole night
Thinking
Of YOU
I stay awake
Worrying,
What might have happened to you..!
The next day morning,
I found newspaper
Headlines said:
"Airplane crashed due to turbulence"
Strange was to know..
Your name typed too..
under the missing passenger list.
Why such a shocking news ?!
Why the hell did he board the flight
all in sudden with no clue?
Myself wriggled
On the floor..
Soul paralyzed
"Losing him"
~The Untold love~
The one who capriciously
got away from me
in a very
short span
of time.
3-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:The one that got away poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
I see it now
flying low
over silver-spumed waves.
I am a watcher
I can enlarge the picture
zoom in
look into bright midnight eyes
as if it were I
that propelled it.
Spreading bright foils
catching the billowing blows,
a clean swell-rigged clipper
sky-sailing sailor
tacking to gypsy winds.
Within its avian breast a magnetic compass
on a pivoting gimbal,
soon to make a terrible landfall.
For a ship came upon it
a craft arrayed in the guise of a cruel crocodile,
snagged from the air it snared the voyager.
A ship blighted by its own wake,
a very flowering of evil.
A wandering navigator brutishly used,
deckhands bundling broken wings
bound it as if a flopping fish,
gaffed its body open
to a hollow of hope.
I also recall a monstrous time
inside a crocodiles smile,
a time when poetry
was cut from my lips.
Yet here I am flying
in an airplane looking down
upon England,
following an albatross
only I can see.
Few crocodilians in London
yet more perilous reptiles there,
I shall have to take more care,
plot a fairy-tale revenge
with Peter Pan’s time-frozen statue.
At last to Paris
a windborne glide tracking a dream
of slow rowing wings,
there to dine with a restless ghost
who knows well enough
how dangerous monsters
can be
on land and sea.
There to restore myself
with Baudelaire.
to remake over
an imagined albatross of a life,
return it to humanity,
should it ever want to be
that flightless.
~~~~~
“Often to pass the time on board, the crew
will catch an albatross, one of those big birds
which nonchalantly chaperone a ship
across the bitter fathoms of the sea.
Tied to the deck, this sovereign of space,
as if embarrassed by its clumsiness,
pitiably lets its great white wings
drag at its sides like a pair of unshipped oars.
How weak and awkward, even comical
this traveler but lately so adroit -
one deckhand sticks a pipestem in its beak,
another mocks the cripple that once flew!
The Poet is like this monarch of the clouds
riding the storm above the marksman's range;
exiled on the ground, hooted and jeered,
he cannot walk because of his great wings.”
- Charles Baudelaire
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Especially with motivational bias
Intrinsic or decoherent formation
The access levels breach by human mass
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Is due the common bias that supports
Desire for all process automation
The physical the fitness is the sport
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Whether desires of others shall we satisfy
The mass affect on psyches with exemptions
The mechanism is probably WIFI
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Implies that humans are the chemical the mass
Because all these in Internet and politics “reactions”
TerminolOgy of the human this bias
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are differenciated between you and wild
And while is none the business yours is wild the nature
I am also one of you if I am filed
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between my file in organs and the me
Existed maybe be rather for the penetration
The very outdated is your C
So let's address ID of yours
They say when children are the young
They seek their own ID
Perhaps their souls and their minds
Won't really fall for category of the fashionable stan??
In search for their Ids
In time of war prepare for peace
In time of peace prepare for war
What are you really for?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are fading as your prioritization are disproved
In seeking many ways for the monetization
Your whole existence is a giant unwanted spoof
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between radar of military and the airplane
You reckon, buddy mine of the negation
That this particular the generalization
Would render system of your build as sane?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Of weird human groups who's eager to assist
Resistance is a trait of this negation
My human right is kinda to resist
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Draws value out of you as you degrade
The round is degree of the 360
How is this calvin would convert to centigrade?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
*organs are term in russian lingo for intelligence services, such as NSA in US, maybe because short for organization
Dedicated to a disorder I call as my own: It's called the OopsieDoosie haha (:
Guiltiness leaves me numb and dumb
Addictions fade and addictions cumb
I just don’t know why I’m so brainwashed
By the technology of 2016…my voice is hushed…
In poetic language because the world doesn’t read enough
Things are getting quite rough and I’m trying to be tough
I gave in to my lusts…
It’s like untrusted trusts
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Drowzy and lazy
I am busy and crazy
I can’t afford
Being bored
Holding the laptop in my lap
Until I found out…sick crap
And I will change the subject
I am a wandering insect
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Sex is a drug in my mind’s eye
I wave bye-bye to that shy guy
I was long ago…
Well, the wicked wind still blows…
Yeah, I know…
Well, the blessed breeze glows…shows…
Cuz I rept what I sow…
No one cares though
They don’t mind seeing me in pain
In this healing rain, d-d-driving me insane
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Emptiness inside of my head
No thots…just colors instead
And I am indecisive Gemini…
I can’t deny or simply lie…
I daydream all day
And I sleep at night…
Only sometimes in a way
I seek His light flight (His easy-going spirit to glide like an airplane in the sky)
Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep
Becuz of my lack of sleep, I weep…
These scars are so deep – I am a creep
But, a happy-go-lucky geek…
And soon to be on fleek…
I wandered the vastness of the universe
Just to meet you here
I considered many life times to glimpse
Your adorable essence
I explored the magical land of Atlantis
Even the technological Lemuria
I lived a couple of thousands of years in Sumeria
And learned to spoke magical words
I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria
To learn how to live with them in the barren land
I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food
And created my own menu
I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan
To be one of their counsels
I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy
Learned to live with a single meal a day
I learned to fly an airplane in France
And leave my profession for marriage
I craved to wrote songs in Canada
But still longed for someone I knew
I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt
I learned how to kill and to be killed then
I tried to discover more about myself
Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia
I entered the great temple of India
To learn how to be the master of my surroundings
But died when a mysterious epidemic spread
I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile
And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals
I existed again to work on my rippled karma
I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace
I discovered how to heal myself
And every person I tormented
I roamed around the great City of Brazil
But to no avail I never saw someone like you
I remembered why I am here then
I still chased you in further ground of Incas
But nothing happened
You still left me for another person
I continued to soar within this land
And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England
I explored the lessons of to be abandoned
As I always waited for this love
I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines
Where I was killed in an ambush with my three comrades
Yet my desire never materialized
I returned here being wary you was out of life again
I decided to go back to the golden planet
But escaped before the capsule like craft flown
While have had a thought in mind
That I am expected you to came
And now finally we bumped each other again
This will be the last life I shall chose to see you
Since I planned long before this moment
I will be home where I am from
And be one with my sparks.
I would have to pause in trying to remember certain things that I would have experienced or events that happened 20 years ago. On the other hand, there is one major world situation that gradually unfolded 19 years ago with which I have no trouble. For 1999, I do not remember wars, quakes, hurricanes, etc. But I do remember Y2K.
It was as if we thought the sky would fall, or something near that. It was as if someone walked out of the big house, leaving the gas on and realizing that anyone with the slightest spark would cause a blast that would cause a chain reaction setting everything in sight on fire and create the greatest worldwide catastrophy that mankind had ever known.
Why, it was as if every airplane throughout the earth would cease to fly and drop from the sky, and the late model cars and vehicles with onboard computers would not start or would refuse to run any longer leaving us all stranded in our tracks.
I tell you, the internet was a child without Facebook or Google at the time, and we now seem to be so far removed from there that I wonder if anyone even knows what I am talking about. Why, I can't remember if I even owned a computer back then or if one was in my 1992 Honda Accord. It was as if everyone had a world of questions and no one but had any answers. I suppose in this fiber optic age, that would be like the dark ages, or like having a switch and wondering what would happen when we turned on the light.
At the time, if Walter Cronkite had still been anchoring the evening news, we would have heard him say, "That's the way it is on December 31, 1999". I tell you, as I remember it, there was a bit of uncertainty and mystery about what was going to happen just past midnight as we anticipated the year 2000. That's just the way it was back then in 1999. It was as if................
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A serious question was posed to me recently.
Where do you go?
I said…
Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill
and watch for the shooting stars.
And I make a wish.
…and I fly through the sky like an airplane
no, a bird, not just any bird, the Wandering Albatross,
I glide, for hours without the thought of touching the earth,
or even flapping my wings.
That’s just too much work.
…and sometimes I’m just
there…
…and I soak in the salty water of the Atlantic Ocean
waves of warm liquid rushing over me,
trying to pull me under the moistened sand.
Dead Crabs and broken shells at my feet…
…and sometimes I stay there…
…and I am a child at the fair,
the aroma of cotton candy and funnel cakes in the stagnant air
and I’m on the top of the Ferris Wheel observing the ants below.
…He’s watching me; he’s always watching me…
…and sometimes I’m there…
…and I’m running with Alice;
because this little white rabbit with a watch is apparently late for an important meeting;
and we’re like, “What’s the hurry, little rabbit?”
Rabbits don’t go to meetings… do they?
…but sometimes I don’t go anywhere…
…and there is this girl,
she smells like sugar, corn syrup, and sweetened milk,
warmed for four minutes and then cooled and wrapped in wax paper;
it’s Halloween and we’re teenagers… and that’s her favorite treat; and I’m awkward…
…and her voice is a song… and I’m stupid…
…and her hair is a soft fire… and I’m ugly…
I need her in my life... I mean, I did…
…but she’s gone now…
…she’s moved...on…
…away… from me…
…and I go to a place where I am an alien,
and the Martians ask me questions, like,
how are the hot dogs in New York City,
or is Chicago deep dish pizza to die for?
…have you ever had southern BBQ?
…and are earth girls really easy?
And we laugh… Yep… we laugh…
…me and the freaky alien voice in my head…
…so, I laugh daily and always let everyone know that, I’m okay…
Because…
Sometimes, I am there…
I mean … sometimes, that’s where I go…I go back there…
…I’m trying to grasp a hold, gain control over the fear, anger, self-hatred…
…gripping me in the places
…he wasn’t supposed to.
Eugene Finley
Once upon a time
On a plateau
In a French hiding place
because in my opinion somebody wrote some cheques
that kept bouncing back
soo much happened
and my father my mother said
was an ostrich
with his head in the sand
but what did she know
She left when we were kids
and seems to know nothing of the reasons why the coal mine shut down
and the cripples and accidents
and the truth of the terror
I'm about to reveal
But now there is no turning back
A grease monkey
Hard hat
Slip of footing
Six feet someone sings today
Isn’t too far
But you know what?
That accident left my grandpa in a coma
A blood clott in his brain
And never knew anything
of how my grandma
On her way to visit him in the hospital
got into a car accident
break failure
Highway 40
Slippery roads
Paraplegic
Years go by
Nothing the same
Grandpa doesn’t know me
Never did
Never knew my name
Or called me on my birthday
I don’t know how he would have felt if he knew I was gay
He owned planes
And airplane hangers
Tools of every kind
And with his broken brain
and dent in the middle of his forehead
My step grandma
Changed his will
and gave everything to my dads step sisters
leaving out his blood relatives
And my dad
pays lawyers
To fight for what is right
I haven’t figured out the life lesson
But I’m not sure if that dent
That soft spot
In his bald head was truly from a fall
I know this sounds paranoid
But what do you expect from a mental case
Who ended up in a mental institute
Running away from pretty much the maffia who murdered 3 of my friends
It was always weird being around grandpa
Remembering him when I was young
The last memory I have of him
Is him telling me yelling at me while I was laughing drinking apple juice
And my dad took me home
and then a little while later came the mysterious fall
Now all this
The twist of how unfair life is
Removed from a will
Because of a woman
who gave everything to my dads evil stepsisters
At the funeral I should have been a pole bearer
Instead in disgust
I couldn’t cry because
There were these strangers doing it
Who didn’t know my grandfather at all
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I see a black and white checkered kite…
floating higher and higher than I, myself…
But, I was shoved
Into another shelf…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile
If only…I could fly another mile…
If only…I could higher my smile…
If only…I could fly higher
If only…I could taste ecstasy…
people would accuse me as a liar
If I experienced the best day of my life…
But, I don’t wanna live with undying strife…
I want peace…
Hand it over, please…
Hand me the keys
So I could experience perpetual peace
I took flight like those bird couples…
But, I was on an airplane…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I wouldn’t be greedy for gain…
I’m trying to act sane…
But, I’m actually insane
In many ways…I love my uniqueness…
And my stubbornness… and my gladness…
And my madness… my imagination goes wild
But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d feel the rain
Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
No one would understand
How awesome and wonderful I’ve felt that day…
Up there…
up there…I felt like a king…
But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring
To success…but I’m willing to pick up my progress…
My pace…is slow like a snail’s pace
Do you see me crying? Just look at my face…
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’m the clouds absorbing tears
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I’d be willing to release them…
but they’ve been stored up forever it seems
And…hell – I have been
Shaking with fear…
Breaking by the seams
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky,
I was……..
Daydreaming again…
My mind was stuck on cloud 7…
Thank heavens
That I’m still alive – staring into space
Just look at my sopping face…
I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face
In the mirror…….
This little dream of mine
Was rather sublime
I was a sweet boy,
but now I’m sour like lime
If I were a bird,
I'd fly away from my problems...
I'll flutter away
Without a care in the world...
I want to be happy-go-lucky...
But, I'm bound to submit to my
Misery.............................
Day Sounds
On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by. I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a little from the flow of the soft and gentle wind. I knew that I was not in heaven, when I heard the sound of traffic from a major street. Moments later, there was the sound of an airplane in the distant sky.
There is a train rail line near our home, and there was a time when they would blow their horn both night and day. I do not recall that there was any particular time, but I rather think there was. What ever the time of day or night, it was never a pleasant sound. Moreover, the sound of trains blowing their horn at night was both ridiculous and disturbing. To our delight, the night blows discontinued.
After the horn blows of the day trains, we can count on the sound of automobiles racing to work. Of course these are people due at work earlier than the rest of us.
Make no mistake about it, we all have our wake up calls, whether by birds, clocks, phones, planes, or trains. Fortunately, life does bring to us an amazing sense of balance, like the beautiful and soothing sounds of singing birds. I am often entertained by a happy bird or two, whistling like they usually do. I must say, that the things they speak about, whistle about, chirp about, and sing about, are most beautiful to my ears. However, let none be misled; bird sounds are not wake up calls. At best, they could pass as snooze buttons.
Some days we are startled by flashes of lighting and rolling thunder.
Furthermore, there are wind storms; the likes of which can knock down fences and trees. Occasionally, we are blessed to be rained upon,
sometimes in the form of a drenching shower, and other times, a pleasing melodious slow and intermittent rain. Either way, the sound is a thing of beauty and peace. In addition, there are those inviting whispering winds that join the chimes and orchestrate music of their own.
06182016 PS Contest, Sounds of The Day by Nayda Ivette Negron