Poetry Blogs (flight)
I sat all day in the corner
awaiting a call on the 'phone
but when it came through
the voice that I knew
was nowhere at all in the room
The nurse that called me much later
knew where I was travelling to
but she never heard
the call of the bird
that flew in my traveller's dream
The doctor gave me some drugs
to keep the malaria down
but the pills that I ...
Monday 8th October 2018 4:04 pm
Passions of the Soul
Like a lighthouse set on rocky shores
we gaze at the world within our sight
with scant regard for any cause;
indifferent as the mosquito's flight,
and chatter gaily over tea or beer
on friendship, crime, or the next career.
But I am ego: I stand alone,
a moral agent in time and tide.
With resolution I keep my own
counsel; hermit-like, my thou...
Sunday 15th October 2017 1:50 pm
sticky wax collected from the ears of ten thousand bees
feathers of every bird save the ostrich
balsa canvas sinew atop the cretian cliffs
with the wings strapped to our backs
from point spinalonga we set out across the sea,
to catch the wind
the culmination of fear as we left the rock
Minos’s men not far behind drove our last steps
the sea beckoned but the wind would not l...
Monday 12th December 2016 3:34 am
Endless miles of ocean stretching out before them,
compass needle wandering wildly, only option to fly
by the sun and hope for a miracle, their miracle.
Blue sky overhead for a thousand horizons,
nature’s world, mankind here is a guest,
as the small Electra plane is buffeted by turbulence,
two people aboard start to panic.
Where are we? We are...
Sunday 12th May 2013 3:04 pm
TO THE SUN
I’m flying to the sun, now free of this haunted place, to find a new destiny and to gaze upon the stars.
I won’t let me down, not like you did to me; this time I’m in my plane and going all the way to escape you all and the putrid ways of your petty lives, an end.
For now I’m free, truly free of you all and your wretched ways, now I can breathe again and live ...
Monday 4th June 2012 6:55 pm
Long slim slender wings touch upon the upper skies.
The sky is a bluish purple that sparkles with a million stars as this is where the dragon lady lives.
She is all black and as graceful as an angel and as delicate as a butterfly.
At eighty-five thousand feet no one can touch her as she silently watches the earth below.
No guns or missiles threaten as...
Sunday 12th February 2012 3:16 pm
...and will be published in a book called UPLIFTING MOMENTS
Born out of diverging needs and used in battle, american airframe and english merlin engine creating a machine quite unlike any other. At home six miles above the earth protecting silver lumbering B-17s from murderous nazi fighters, down on the deck filling the krauts full of lead dont tell me tha...
Tuesday 30th August 2011 12:19 pm