Short Contrails Poems

Above Open Fields,
Contrails Scratch The Colored Sky;
Mountains And Trees Sleep....

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bright streaming contrails

dazzling streaks ascend night sky --

free world's tradition...

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abandoned orchard
pink buds adorn weathered branch
contrails across sky

   
...

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Her plane’s a poem 
that dissolves its words behind it 
	as it flies,
an ars poetica
that takes its chances on blue sky....

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TANKA
Contrails streak the sky.
Vaporous cotton
Left by silver dots in a hurry.
My mind takes flight, but
My feet are grounded....

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Jupiter anchored high in a still blue darkening sky,
framed by dispersing contrails, vaguely pink,
the exhaust of happy vacationers,
headed south, dragging winter with them.
Ah, spring.

MS 11/20/12...

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Unseen white contrails

Paper airplanes sail above

Unwritten, unheard

Blank sheets flying through my mind

Silent, legendary jetstreams.

 

 

(January 17, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Lessons in the Sky

Contrails streak across the sky like
Chalk lines on an azure board.
Some are parallel and some bisect
Forming angles that are supplementary,
And others that are opposite.

He used jets to make white lines,
And taught a lesson in the sky....

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In the dead hours of black mourning
street lamps halo drizzled rain
silence deafens senseless senses
too early in the game

Missing man formation creases
bleached white skies
contrails streak dirty grey
stygian wings eulogize

Tango uniform Lear Test 1
fly away home...

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I opened the envelope
Great expectations
I remember those Christmas gifts
Knitted socks again
I wrapped in a gift
Expected a good laught
Now I rarely see contrails in the sky
Miss paper envelopes in the mail box
Wear knitted socks
Wishing I always will have
Expectations...

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Autumn clouds my breath
creating contrails
of misty vapors
that gets snatched away
by a feisty breeze.

Color swiftly
diminishes,
as the wind strips
skeletal trees.

And scarecrows
abandoned
in mud fields,

welcome
Winter's

snow.


(Diminished Hexaverse)


12/20/2021...

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Piggybacked on a feisty Fall breeze,
November scatters scarlet leaves.
And as bated breaths of air
disperse like contrails
in the skies above;
flurries of flakes
tumble down
ending
Fall.


(Nonet)


11/08/2022


A November Nonet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
(HMS) ...

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All day the big jets fly
Leaving trails in the sky
And turning Nature’s blue
Into a sad grey view.
Aircraft pollute the scene
With tax-free kerosene.

Fossil fuels are a curse
And problem getting worse.
Should we now change the rule
And tax that aircraft fuel?
See contrails in the sky.
All day the big jets fly....

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Whenever a soul mentions your name
I can assure you, it doesn't spark a flame
When you trail off like contrails in the sky
You're so far gone; invisible in my mind's eye



Arbitrium Divisa Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden 
Taken from Stanza 2 of my own poem, "I Do Not Miss You When You're Gone"
Date submitted: 05/26/2019...

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Distant Rumblings

Distant rumblings
tug at my permanence.
Muffled metal
click-clack
of worn track,
soft metronome
of travel.
Iced roar
crystal contrails
plotting a course
through the heavens.
Far away hum -
rubber kissing
asphalt avenues
of escape.
Distant rumblings
tug at my permanence.


©11/23/2017

submitted to – STANDARD CONTEST NO 55...

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Gigantic dragons with long tails 
Orange and green crepe contrails

Flying majestically in the wind
Leveling out high above
Yet weaving on currents depend

Attracting attention from everyone

Keeping youngsters fascinated
Imagination in flight
Things that are animated
Entertaining delight.

Written April 6, 2022...

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Late fall, trees half dressed sway over glittering cast offs 
The reach for charcoal and white waiting canvas 
Pauses in now familiar hesitation 
The moment shimmers alive 
To dissipate in pink contrails 
Of yet another unfulfilled sunset 
Another thought train clatters into distance 
Whence came this single tear 
To well in unseeing eyes 
Fingers hunt and peck in vain 
to capture such a moment...

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The official name is 
Contrails
No more than condensation

The alternate one
Chemtrails 
poo pooed across the nation

I can't help notice
months go by
With none in sight

Are we to understand
that
No plane has taken flight

Yet, when they
Return
The skies are cross hatched

Such coverage in true
Journalism
Won't be matched

I've discussed it with
My brother who many
topics broaches

When they return
I call and say
There's sprayin the cockroaches...

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