at least sixteen musicians have died on planes
Glenn Miller, Buddy Holly, Aaliyah too
The Big Bopper went down due to torrential rains
The loss of such marvelous talent makes me feel blue
I love champagne and paper planes
On which to fly so far away
I got my ticket, I’m on board
And I’ll be back some other day
When life gets tough, it always does
When things go wrong, they always do
I know that I can hitch a ride
In nature’s liquid rendezvous
Oh my champagne and paper planes
An intercontinental flight
Oh my champagne and paper planes
We’ll find a way to make it right
Sometimes, we need to get away
Sometimes, it isn’t just for me
A friend may come or maybe two
I like a little company
When life gets tough, it always does
When things go wrong, they always do
I know that I can hitch a ride
In nature’s liquid rendezvous
I love champagne and paper planes
On which to fly so far away
I got, my ticket, I’m on board
And I’ll be back some other day
Yes, I’ll be back some other day!
sky noises alert me to people way up
ten thousand feet, whom I doubt can see my pup
I sit in my forest, writing this little poem
most grateful to God that I have a nice home.
Do my dogs realize that people just flew by?
Neither of them cares to look up into the sky.
Same kind of noise but a much smaller plane.
How do they know how to stay in their lane?
"Planes"
Sea planes cross my vision
the bridge gleams
in all its shining golden splendour
laughing at me
cajoling the dream
like I'm on an abstract mission
I paint the canvas in words dripping honey
amber coloured cashmere strokes softly brushing satin skin
over you dappled deep waters and your silvery shadows
recalling
the sensual shape of love
incorporal, velvet warm, flowing
in all its stars and planets
turquoise spills over you
the depth of a cool plunge
you watch on
I am treading water
an Opera in front of me
monsters underneath me
the feeling of silky fins
sandpaper grazes
the terror shelved in the forgotten
your bright smile bleeds
burning hot into me
calling me back in,
like the Sun;
somewhere underneath,
the monsters circling
watch on
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"She said, "The battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the Sun"
Always wanted to be a pilot
With a paper plane, I tried it
Guided it into a candle’s flame
So much for my lifelong aim
the plane ascended.
i yelled it.
this straw in the wind; fly fly fly
i felt it was a necessary affectation
to ensure a safer flight
or rather a calmer form of passenger
bring out the java
i want to ride the bean
we soar, slope upward
i greet the turbulence
with grit
i summon over a flight-attendant and
offer to help up there with the pilot
she politely turns down my offer
and the choppiness subsides
but i still want a role
give me valiantness, worthiness, nobility
and astropolitics
we thank the crew as we disembark
i look into the flight attendant's helium-3 eyes
'when men are arrived at the goal, they should
not turn back.'
i was stopped at immigration for four hours
Look up to the sky
And question what you see,
For there are lines a plenty,
Where lines ought not to be!
All the people we meet in life
are like paper planes
who travel into our lives
atleast only once
at some point in our lives
maybe in our childhood years
and then take flight
onto greater altitudes
up in the air
believing they may
never make a return
Now we realize
the world around us
are like weather vanes
those same people
we thought we may
never see again
are returning to our lives
like paper planes
even if they are
not folded
in the same shapes and forms
as we all met them before
A restaurant full of families
And I sit there with mine
A broken one, where none of our souls are combined
Three of us seated and three phones on the table
Waiting for one of us to pick it up and pretend they're stable
Hotel bill in my hands have turned into pretty aeroplanes
But little do they know
My planes don't fly anymore
They are designed to look like they enjoy the skies
Yet my plane still dreams of its first flight
My plane wants to capture the strong gushing winds
And use them all to fuel its wings
A leap of faith is all it wants to take
But after all it's just a paper plane, so it sits in a restaurant as they both empty their plates.
the eyes see basically one plane....
the brain/mind fills in the other two
and thus time is a distorted view...
mainly wrt the changes left over...
from the mind/brain point of view
while thee time plane sorts the new...
stan sand
Nigel likes to talk about planes
And trains and motorbikes.
He has a few friends
Who like the same.
I say to him: "Why does the piston go up and down?"
He tells me,
But I don't really understand.
I go back to my poetry books
And let my imagination soar.
While Nigel gets on his bike and makes it roar.
watching the planes go by in an open field
a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand
my thoughts are on nothing
life is on hiatus in my mind
i have a week off
it feeling awfully good doing nothing
i am wishing that she was here, but she chose him
now i am joined by her, and her smile matures me so as she takes it all in
in her right hand, i bottle of water, blueberry flavored
her head is rested on my shoulder
her hand is relaxed and intertwined in mine
i am fully awakened as is her
another planes goes by
elvis costello writes the book everyday as we give a new beginning another look
as of now, this chapter requires no bookmark
a sweet, fruit tinged kiss, i believe, is mandatory
life is a grassy magic carpet ride dream come true
I reached a point in life where I was so disillusioned,
in my head there was nothing but chaos and confusion
I had trunkloads of trouble
piled up like rubble,
and suitcases stuffed with so much sorrow,
I couldn't see my way to tomorrow
My emotional baggage was overflowing with bad news
Shall we say I had issues?
My luggage was filled to the brim with lies and deception,
and I knew I had to do some serious introspection
Up til then, I had no inkling
of how far down I was sinking
And it was a good bet
I would have to change my mindset
I saw a few soothsayers
and came across a few nay-sayers
Then I came clean with my woes
and apologized to all my foes
Eventually, I was shown
a peace I'd never known
With time, I stood the test
and I LOST MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE SWITCHING PLANES OF CONSCIOUSNESS
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
New Planes
They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool birds/but nothing to compare to America/peace does not and never will sell/prepare for war with new planes
When I made the first one and suspense-fully sent to flight,
(It was in our class room); entangled in a girl's hair-knot;
She screamed; scratched; principal fed me with lectures might and tight,
Friends treated me, as though in a murder-case I got caught...!
Once, in an hospital where my father was admitted,
My plane crashed betwixt cleaves of a charming nurse on duty;
They said: get far away lest the doctor here, half-witted,
Would see that your story ends soon just like your plane-sooty...!
For fun, on day of marital engagement I did send,
This clang to the sari of my mother-in-law; she swore;
I had to run away for life; it was, yet, not the end,
An indelible tattoo, within and without I wore...!
I make paper-airplanes now; I do not send anywhere,
I don't know where my destiny lies; might be in a hair...!
01 September 2022
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