Tarmac Poems

Let’s Paint the Town Red and White

...This responds to “Operation Raise the Colours,” where some have painted the St. George’s Cross across streets, roundabouts, and takeaway shops. Claimed as patriotism, these acts are vandalism and an ...

first attempt

...The first attempt

This is the first poem I try not to think about.
It is like crossing the plateau of Alentejo
 I see the tarmac road that stretches miles ahead
 must follow the lines of the ro...

flying lesson

...The flying lesson

White as a shroud, the virtual paper in front of me
I wanted to record my first flight in a Dakota plane 
Inside, the aircraft looked like a bus, reaching under
my seat for th...

summertime

...sun, ripe citrus fruit
sapphire sky flecked with white clouds~
tarmac road steaming.
...

The weather found

...
Born yonder east flickering behind the rolling sky.
Majestic birth of light governs wonders for new and old eyes.

Though northern winds crash and whistle around walking legs under hooded collar...

You'll get Yours -- Tooth for Tooth

...12 when I wrote this, from the perspective of a mushroom.

My gills grasping at air, but the grass is not too far;
My scales glimmering stupidly to shine through watered tar.
And in the ...

To Fly

...
If I was meant to fly 
I'd have feathers and wings.
For being naked, no lift-off brings.
Instead I try to use sticks, feathers, paper and strings,
like Icarus, and the Wright Brothers, Wilbur a...

Two departures, One arrival 08-12-23

...Late at the airport, in haste we arrived.
Rumbling plastic wheels rushing in unity,
from tarmac to marble to carpet;
the shuffling queue dispersed, finally.
Luggage swept away, adorned with label...

Tattoo Deportation- Inked in Chains

...The sound of wheels on tarmac
Keeps me focused
Keeps me grounded
Keeps me present

The sound of wheels on tarmac
Takes me farther and farther away
From everything I have ever known
Chained up...

The Abandonment

...It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed wid...

The Echo returns not 07-03-25

...It’s a cold December afternoon,
Four-thirty, and already dusk is upon us.
We walk side by side, like since forever,
Up the slight incline that takes us to the top of the road,
Shoes scuffling on ...

My Last Memory Of You At The Airport

...Last glimpse of Davao
Seen underneath the plane wing
Before its sun down.

Last time glued with you
Wearing those lovely smile
Is viewed from tarmac.

Last time I kiss you
My knees shaking t...

Seasonal Dreams

...I was hoping that you could come so that we could pack our bags and run, the plane is on the tarmac and the  crew is waiting to close the boarding gate, you have got to get on the tracks before it’s ...

Dawn

...Rimmed with red,
the sky emerges
from an alcoholic haze,
collapses on the shoulder of a hill.

As thin-lipped
as the letter box,
I brush a broken bottle
from the driveway:

shards of glass
...

WHO ACTUALLY IS LIKE US

...Who actually is like us
The modern world you see today
Right before your eyes,
Who done this and who done that
Well you’re in for a wee surprise.

From the Bank of England to the Bank of France...

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