The Ethereal Turnstiles

Resins over the four corners of the earth, and
Mexican hands picking watermelons- supposing this was
Always where they were meant to show up:
Busses leaving high schools and disappearing down familiar
Roads-
Running through the smoke of chalk and seashells, trying
To raise up some god just to pass the time until they can get
Home to the trailer park of their
Television:
With the sky as rich as a snow pea: as slender and fragile,
With the airplanes smoking through
The ethereal turnstiles.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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No Military for Me

No military for me,
No tanks or guns,
Or army ranks -
To hell with it all -

No military for me,
No stupid generals
Deciding who lives
Or dies -

No young recruits
Blindly following
Orders to dropp
Bombs on children

No heroes, no trenches,
No waiting wives
Or crying mothers,

Nobody to fight for me

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poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Jumbo Jet

I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,
I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',
I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?',
He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'.

'I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti's Plain',
'Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?'.
He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane,
And over the Embankment, where he got lost, again.

The police they put him in a cell, but it was far too small,
So they tied him to a lampost and he slept against the wall.
But as the policemen lay sleeping by the twinkling light of dawn,
The lampost and the wall were there, but the elephant was gone!

So if you see an elephant, in a Jumbo Jet,
You can be sure that Africa's the place he's trying to get!

poem by Spike Milligan
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Sonnet: Fortune

When fortune does not favour us, 'tis Fate;
When Fortune favours us, we call it Luck;
Some realise this only when 'tis late;
Some call the art of getting luck as pluck.

Thus, Destiny is in our very hands;
We can well change our plight if it is bad;
On how the pilot drives, aeroplane lands;
A lazy man makes life for himself sad.

A coward takes refuge in word called 'Fate',
The brave will fight their way till success comes;
Sometimes, 'tis tough to open success gate;
Great bitterness exists in ripe red-plums.

Why blame or praise the Stars that stay always?
Our labour sustained brings us our D-days.

poem by John Celes
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Great Ocean Road

It is all there
The earth and the ocean
They contain the power
of our lives

This beautiful city
that surrenders
to the nightfall
Carving the grounds
we walk upon

And the air
We all dare
to ride it somehow

Blue and black is the sky
While tumbling down
Trapped into the freedom
of an aeroplane

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song performed by The Gathering from How To Measure A Planet?
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Mr Bose good you never completed your war

Ah that untraceable in history
This is going to annoy many people
The ones who are searching for his remains
Trying to find out where he was knocked off.
The facts are there for all to see
Just look at those photographs
His jingoist military style
A fascist air about him
German submarines and Nipponese aircraft
Piggybacking on a rotten Japanese army
Whose cruelty even the best could not have overlooked
And a whole people across Asia can never forgive
Gandhi saw through him…
And the rest is history.

poem by Chootez Lao
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Our Country

Their country treated them well,
Like an animal is kept a good pet.
Forms of employment missed us and wedded us,
Concern for the violent debt whets our appetite.
We see more landings of aircraft than anyone,
Because we are near an airport.
Five planes have concerned us most,
The very ones near our home just an hour ago.
We saw flight like that of birds;
Birds are beautiful, and so are we,
But do we see the air planes and their noise more often?
Our country is concerned with us
And other countries.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Train and Plane

I take the train
I board the plane
I ride the train
I fly the plane

I go by train
I come by plane
I go by plane
I come by train

I land the plane
I board the train
I take the plane
I ride the train

I come by train
I go by plane
I come by plane
I ride in rain

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poem by Paul Hartal
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Let Kites Fly

Russians were always friend
Kept their promises till the end
Whether friendship treaty or otherwise
They have kept words with promises

I witnessed arrivals of jaguars
They were flying from very far
Landed first at near by base
It was nice to witness the chase

Indian air space is to be considered as holy scene
Never to be violated and ever to be seen
Countrymen look towards warriors and brave
Let enemy now watch their move properly behave

Countries near by borders are to be watched
Their intention is to be repeatedly searched
Not even full proof system may grant protection
Our brave soldiers and airmen may prove it with their action

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flying Squirrels

On the rugged water shed
At the top of the bridle track
Where years ago, as the old men say,
The splitters went with a bullock dray
But never a dray came back.

At the time of the gum tree bloom,
When the scent in the air is strong,
And the blossom stirs in the evening breeze,
You may see the squirrels among the trees,
Playing the whole night long.

Never a care at all
Bothers their simple brains;
You can see them glide in the moonlight dim
From tree to tree and from limb to limb,
Little grey aeroplanes.

Each like a dormouse sleeps
In the spout of a gum tree old,

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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Goodbye Blue Sky

Look mummy, theres an aeroplane up in the sky
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
Promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue
Sky?
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
The 11:15 from newcastle is now approaching
The 11:18 arrival....

song performed by Pink Floyd
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I hate work so

I hate work so
That I have found a way
Of making one small task outlast the day.
I will not leave
The garden and the sun,
In spite of all the work that should be done.
So when I go
To really make my bed
I've made it ten times over in my head.
Then as for meals!
I think I'd rather be
A nervous wreck than make a cup of tea.
The fire's so low
It isn't any good—
While I sit planning to put on some wood.
One thing is sure,
I pity other drones,
God having made me such a lazy-bones.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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Dark Sky

High in the black sky
Like a bright moving red star
A lonely airplane ploughs the night
A blinking rhyme of ruby light
Crossing the dark
Between the twinkling diamonds
Of the constellation Ursa Major.

The yellow crescent
Of the curious moon
Stares down on the orphan earth
And I wonder whether its
Clement melodious rays
Will console your gentle soul
And bring solace to your solitude.

poem by Paul Hartal
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This Juvenile Rope

Well—so this juvenile rope
Hangs us as we won't go out and light the wicks
With the dragons coming home
Over the equinoxes—while our fairytale fathers fish
And look up at Saturn,
And can never be resolved if this is actually the place—
Maybe a beautiful uncle paints a mural in a trailer park
On the other side of the canal,
While something else plays on our television—
And the ghosts leave the burned wings of our paper
Airplanes—and go outside between the cypress and
Melaleuca to explore
And explore.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Battle Of Britain: Attacking Enemy Aircraft

Life is diced in fatal split seconds agonized flying.
Hurricane's weakness is comparative acceleration
offset by frame design extreme strength ruggedness.
Spitfire Me109 are dueling paired equals between
12,000 and 17,000 feet but above cut 20,000 feet;

Messerschmitt preys supreme out dived opponents;
but required much more skilled physical effort to fly.
Weak narrow undercarriage caused many fatal accidents
in take off especially landings in cramped cockpit but;
over Battle of Britain skies skill fate decides who dies?

Nazi Germany flies fighter aircraft veteran blood bathed legions.
Me109B-C models achieved blooded success in Civil War Spain.
Legion Condor's fighter unit spat swift death in floods of flames.
Lufwaffe's most successful wartime fighter pilots many received
operational blooding in Spain on developing early Me109 models.

August 1940 twenty-three Gruppen are in action on Channel front;
equipped mainly with new improved Me109E-3 which mounted;

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Victory Operation Enduring Freedom?

global observers
New York post
9/11 aftermath

allies enemies
with baited breath
wondered at

responses
as bombs
fell every

six seconds on
capital Kabul Afghanistan
without mercy...

Operation Enduring Freedom
stated ploy goal of dismantling
al-Qaeda terrorist organization

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wanting to know if I am all right?

I dream about a helicopter
that is whining chattering
while I am shooting clattering
with the machinegun in the door

and in the dark night
I see tracers drawing lines
to down below
and see the enemy run
in the silver light
cast by the moon

and in the distance
a bolt of lightning falls
just past a place
were a torch hangs in the air
like a small sun

and it’s as if a rocket propelled grenade
zooms in from below,

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Clockwork Creep

Im a clockwork creep
And I cant get to sleep
They wind me up and let me go
And I cant unwind
Going out of my mind
My time is coming soon you know
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Im a jumbo jet
With a brand new set
Of passengers and bags and crew
Ill spread my wings -
Do a thousand things
To prove how good I am to you
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb

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song performed by 10 Cc
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A New Kind Of Oil Monopoly

“how about
speculation
middle east

oil? ”

plan of attack
smash and grab
middle east oil

can’t be done?

it would need
a united nations
world backed

justified pretext
political slight
of military hand

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Across This Antheap

Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish theyd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.
(ziggedy zig zag just look at em. ziggedy zag, hey hey)
A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffins lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating cause we insects are too proud.
Doesnt matter what colour of cat you are theres no dogs allowed.
And the screaming sky wont let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
War planes go over but no wages go round.
A sign goes up to say hey were twin towned.
The dough is rising but no bread will be baked.
The fur is genuine but the orgasms faked.
Were spending millions to learn to speak porpoise,
When human loneliness is still a deafening noise.

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song performed by Xtc
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