YOUTH
at play
active fun
tarmacs chockablock
trikes, bikes, yikes, falling down
shed cheap tears and leapt afresh
"outrunning the sky's purple haze"
Categories:
tarmacs, fun, growing up, memory,
Form: Free verse
Cop26
To Glasgow, they came the high, mighty and the good
tarmacs full of private planes.
They all agreed we have to rescue the world
But first, we have to sell oil and coal
We can´t rely on windmills alone it is cold up north
Norway is set to have zero emissions in a few years.
Norway will still export oil; they have to have an income.
Brazil will stop logging the forest but not right now
Perhaps in 2150 or sixty at a stretch 70.
I was not there at the meeting, but it appears no one
spoke of the benefit of trains reliable prized.
As it is train tickets – since trains are privatized;
cost more than taking a short-haul plane ticket.
I don´t believe that anything they said is possible,
That is because we live in a capitalist thought- sets
grows and income is more important than flooding
and the disappearance of smaller island states.
Nothing will change before we sit fishing for cod
At the slopes of Himalaya.
Categories:
tarmacs, anti bullying, creation, dark,
Form: Canzone
Written by Gail DeBole
on July 2, 2020
Updated on July 4, 2020
Yet another Coronavirus poem...
Songwriters are composing original tunes.
Poets are writing to cope with the gloom.
Masks on our faces.
Dread in our hearts.
Please don’t slip up and go back to the start.
Germaphobes can laugh and shake their heads.
Knowing all along they were right instead.
Egg on our faces.
Feet in our mouths.
Regretting every germ-joke ever allowed.
Politicians caring for hours on air.
News celebrities asking the questions that care.
CDC alerts that change by the day.
So much to do, and so much to say.
Subways and buses are so clean they squeak.
Tarmacs for airplanes are on a clean-streak.
Medical people checking fevers and such
You won’t pass through if your temp is too much.
The invisible monster wafts through the air.
It settles in victims and does not care
That it hurts humans. It’s really quite fair
Spreading drama equally and ignoring prayer.
People worry when they go to a store.
What will greet them as they walk in the door?
The whole world is worried.
The whole world is scared.
And those who are not are common-sense bare.
Categories:
tarmacs, anxiety, health, people, sick,
Form: Rhyme
‘BLACK SHEEP DRAWBACK’
Discouraged, anxious and unsure—pitch black tarmacs start their war
Petrified, panicked and distressed—uncertainty cracks amidst unwelcomed guests
Dissociated and desensitised a perfect attack—as nervous disposition follows predictable tracks
Another prestigious black tie event—suites and shoes will seldom boycott consents
Perfected flair keeping companies in the black—elegantly formal their wives attack
Each one attired in the colour of grief—sadness and mourning a blackmailed thief
There stands Jack, in a room that is packed—emotionally elusive, cunningly drawn back
Mysterious, powerful negative dirt tracks—black-market malevolence no visible cracks
Observation, lack of confidence to engage—courage imminently pending and upstaged
An edgy apprehensive shrink-back—protection from impulsive reactive, confused attacks
Alarming blackout to opinions of others—ignoring motives of guaranteed buffers
A black sheep just got blacklisted again—anticipation of recurring hurt and pain
Categories:
tarmacs, fear,
Form: Rhyme
we board on separate tarmacs
for this flight to love's sweet haven
in our needing, love not fleeting
we get what we are craving
but somewhere over the mountains
during our span of glorious days
turbulence shakes our foundation
in just too many ways
this flight that took off smoothly
and all those break-ups that we cheated
we would have continued unscathed, if only
my heart hadn't crashed at your feet
Categories:
tarmacs, introspection, lost love
Form: Verse
PANDEMONIUM, CHOAS AND HOPE
Katrina came in with fury
Spreading devastation throughout
No discrimination was used
When she tossed their lives about
As the flood waters rose
People scrambled to the attic
Crashing through the roofs with fear
Knowing their mission was chaotic
They raised their hands and signs
Waving them in the sky
Hoping the rescuers would see
Their plight while passing by
Bodies floating in the sludge
That used to be their streets
Waiting for their own rescue
Where their souls can get some sleep
Days and days they waited
For food and water to arrive
They huddled together to keep safe
Thanking God they were alive
Distant cries of pain and despair
For miles you could hear
People scrambling with conviction
To keep their families near
Planes touched down on tarmacs
Filled with hope from far away
Thousands unloading goods
Not many knowing what to say
A woman stepped into their hell
A crew she brought along
To aid our huddled masses
With food, supplies and song
She hugged and comforted the weak
Bringing forth her enormous love
Telling all who would listen
That God was watching above
Categories:
tarmacs, natural disasters, inspirational,
Form: Verse