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June 29, 2015

Cloud Banks

Cloud Banks

Tops o’ cloud banks flyin’ by
Desert stretches to horizons
rugged ranges rise up front as
jet stream races out full pace.

South over mountain bullhead clouds
clear blue skies and sea grass green,
smoked horizons leading out.

Descending through storm clouds
shot through with stark white light,
suns last hurrah

Split second timing,
straighten up ‘n’ drop her down
a three point landing on the strip.

Storm clouds banked up,
clear white light,
from wing tip arced to fuselage.

Seated in their cabin keep
Profiles traced in stark relief

Ground crew muffled ‘gainst the storm,
baggage trailers arc a course,
wheels cut waves roped Tarmac bay’s,
markers, signs ‘n’ paddle boards.

Evening storm abates ‘n’ brews
fresh turbulence firing soon.

Wet weather gear streams rivulets
sloshing cross wet streaming ground.

Smoked horizons blurred from view.
Taxis queued,
past carousel
and airport lounge.

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December 29, 2014

Greece

No numbers on the tables
Few street lights on the street.
White lines on the roadways,
Few seatbelts on the seats.

Cops are few and far between,
life’s a breeze as breezes blow,
floating round in Greece.

Pay as you leave the cafe or
tour out on the sea,
every one is cheerful,
service next to none.

Traditionally they’re fisho’s
Living by the sea,
boats moored off,
net and lines stacked ready,
tonight’s catch guaranteed.

Tourists fly and ferry,
arriving day and night,
long line from the harbour
relaxing from their flight.

Gazing past the landing,
headlands out to sea,
distant vessels plying trade routes,
steady as they steam.

Life’s a breeze as breezes blow,
floating round in Greece.


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September 8, 2014

Camped Up

Goin’ along
Slowin’ down

Bit of tucker, takin’ its toll.
Early starts workin’, slowly its way,
slowin’ down properly comin’ midday.

Chasing that slowly swirling black spot.
Mind’s eye following the 3D plot.
Droppin’ below a level in space, needing a spell.
Under a shade, on a dry shingle creek.

Lost for a while.

Chasing that spot, swirling round slowly, deep in my mind.
Out to it properly, half hour respite.
Back up in a moment refreshed for the night,
heading on out, alert, Gaining pace.


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August 17, 2014

Dreamin’ As We Fly (BlairHowe)

He set aside studios
For people in his space
Developed quite an industry
Set a cracking pace.

Didn’t go much for the arts,
Apart from photographs.
And many scale models of new and old aircraft.

Bunbury flying schools club house
with its unique display,
of every kite known to man.
Hanging From the ceiling,
diving from the walls.

There’s aircraft in the hangars,
there’s aircraft homing in,
from all points you could call.
They’re doing bumps and circuits,
learning how to fly

And the “nanchang” pilots
diving from way up in the sky.
Pulling out on G force,
that leaves your boots behind.

Rolling slowly on a wing tip
as landscape flashes by.
Dissapearing for the moment,
seems hours dragging by.

Reappears across the ranges,
Distant speck in a blue sky.
Studios in cloud breaks.
Dreamin’ as we fly.


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June 16, 2014

Travellin’

I’ve been to Versailles and the champ-élysées,
seen Mona Lisa through crowds on the wall.
Angels and devils hover above.
Michelangelo painted ’em all.

Pitch forks and maidens, chubby faced kids,
halos and stuff by the score.
All of the moss and every rock,
carefully shaped and placed cross this land.

In churches and villas and chateaux and squares,
rock wall cities radiate from.
Nice to drift through on a canal boat for two
on a gentle cruise down the Somme.


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Cloud Banks
Greece
Camped Up
Dreamin’ As We Fly (BlairHowe)
Travellin’