TRANSPORTED BY CART
DID TAKE ALONG HIS SWEETHEART
LEFT OTHERS APART
We’re strapped in seats and to our left,
A dad, a mom, 3 tots;
And how much noise did they produce?
You know the answer - lots!
Before we taxi, it’s announced
There’ll be a slight delay.
Mechanics have to come on board,
And so begins our day.
They check us out; we’re good to go,
But traffic in the air
Means there will be some extra time
To take off. Don’t despair!
The whole time this is going on,
With pencil in my hand,
I’m working on a Times acrostic,
Just as I had planned.
It really is a tough one;
I’m oblivious to time.
The minutes tick away until
We’ve left the ground and I’m
Just finishing the puzzle.
I’m a genius! But what’s best
Is by doing the acrostic,
I was shockingly unstressed.
He met her on a plane from San Francisco to Des Moines
Why and how she mesmerized him, he could not possibly coin
She was the best listener he had ever had and kind too
the crush he had on her was incredibly intense in ninety-two
Thirty-three years since he said goodbye to her that day
Never saw her again after a taxi whisked her away
Did not get her number, but never forgot her smile
Every song he wrote was about her after awhile
An unrequited love that would have surprised her
She has a kind heart that is incredibly pure
He wonders sometimes if she ever thinks of him
His memories of her have never flickered or dimmed.
Peaked like a gambrel roof.
Gambling for dun gold.
Axion, axiom, aloof.
Red ochre, old sold.
Cairn by the roadside?
Stacked rocks, a cache prepared.
Treasure someone tried to hide?
Looks like he got scared.
Snow, cover the landscape.
O ice, freeze others out.
Mellifluous, monster? Gape.
Crowd, you saw the rout.
Wasp and hornet, stingers sharp?
Yes, and barbed as well.
Angel, do you play the harp?
Demon, dwell in hell?
Chaos, birth in me a star!
Dancing free and fine!
Gaze, through haze! From near to far!
Belladonna, wine!
Resonance, a game of chance?
Let us play to win.
Downpour, between drops we dance!
Flippers, flick thy fin!
Ichor, wicker, nicker.
Thicker than water, blood?
Well, it's in the liquor.
Get sicker, O my brood.
Xiphoid, grip and push upward.
Solar plexus, wait.
Guts of mine, thy life is hard.
Fortunate, O fate?
Asked a guy where he wanted to go
he said baby you should know
I want to feel sunshine and lie on the beach
but you can help me it's out of reach
I told that guy that my future's not bad
and he said baby it's driving me mad
working with doughnuts is all very well
but I know just how to ring your bell
I told that guy he can blow me away
and he said harken babe I got nothing to say
I've got no plane and it's wrecking my day
but I've found a pilot and that's OK
baby you can fly my plane yes I'm going to sunny Spain
baby you can fly my plane and maybe you'll love me
vroom vroom 'mm-vroom vroom yeah
(With apologies to Lennon & McCartney)
I live a dream no one can see
Awakening doesn’t interrupt it
This dream meanders seamlessly
Like chapters in the manuscript
I haven’t finished reading, though
I can rewrite some episodes
The most important ones, to show
That I’m still on a boat that floats
Out in the sea, but the next day
I’m waking on a landing plane
I’m always coming home to say
How much I love you, but again
I fail my little home to find
But your sweet breath I feel quite near
You could’ve hugged me from behind
But neither you nor I are here..
Birdie Thinks
Shall I glide
Or flap or flutter
Slide or slither
Never dither?
Some way or other
I can fly
God-given wings
Fly anywhere
At any time
The air is mine
Go where I like.
And of pollution
Not a trace.
I’m innocent
And all content.
Unlike those humans
Spoiling space
With their plane trails
And their fumes
Their greedy race.
The making of children,
the forgotten son.
The heart is barren,
like a setting sun.
Presence of the stars,
the spread of mankind.
The search for a God,
and the Great Divine.
Press on to the future,
a paradise found.
When the night has ended,
and the Moon is bound!
This bird has flown
when all else failed
if only we'd known
that ship has sailed
and the plane's left the gate
but wait it's not too late
to radio the pilot
once twice or even thrice
while on the ground
ask him nice
if he'll turn around
in a trice and name the price
to retrace his track
as it won't be the first
unplanned taxi back
for whom the fuel burns
happenstance
of many happy returns
As all roads lead to Rome
(if not home)
and when there
I do as the Romans do
and pasta alla carbonara
is my favourite meal
not scallopini veal
could not have too much
pork on my fork
and as a kid for the nonce
received the nickname
'Bacon Bonce'
but when in Spain
my brain remains
mainly on a higher plane
(the mountain)
where I enjoy Jamón Serrano
(como el paisano)
produced with a quality guarantee
under the strict control
of and labeled
Consorcio del Jamón Serrano Español
I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea,
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please ,
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze,
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to lube my brain ,
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel,
The words I need I find hard to channel,
It did not help the existential pain.
Tiamat said Listen and stop ing,
If my agents got thru you know what to do?
"I am All ,hear my tales ,see my image ".
Remembered the tales flesh is awakening,
Void is potential and naught at once too,
It is in your bones so make the linkage.
a lone plane zooms past
picking up or dropping off
concerning me not
Borderless
Sunlight
doesn't care
about fences.
A child laughs
somewhere
beyond the wall,
could be anywhere,
could be anyone’s.
At the market,
hands count money
in different languages
but tomatoes
taste the same.
Birds build nests
in barbed wire,
using what they find.
Planes cross
overhead
carrying people home
to places
that look different
but feel familiar.
We are all
walking
under the
same sky.
down on the floor
hands and feet would lift me ~
i was a plane
blew up balloons
she made me animals ~
i was dazzled
taught me stitches
loved skilled embroidery ~
i was craft sown
drew paper dolls
sketched with clothes to cut out ~
i was prized fun
read tales aloud
fueled my fantasies ~
i was book hooked
spent time with me
shared skills and joys with me ~
mama loved me
I fasten my seatbelt,
Remembering the Testament
I had scribbled —
The leanest Testament ever.
In it I had written,
Among other tattered rubbish?
I have nothing
Naked I came
Naked I shall fly away.
Seated by the window,
I borrowed courage from
The wings of frightened birds.
With one grunt of mechanical breath,
My feet squelched off the grimes of the
Soil,
And I befriended the skies,
My heartbeat louder than drums of war.
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