"faa" poems
The line didn't move, though there were not
many people in it. In a half-hearted light
the lone agent dealt patiently, noiselessly, endlessly
with a large dazed family ranging
from twin toddlers in strollers to an old lady
in a bent wheelchair. Their baggage
was all in cardboard boxes. The plane was delayed,
the rumor went through the line. We shrugged,
in our hopeless overcoats. Aviation
had never seemed a very natural idea.
Bored children floated with faces drained of blood.
The girls in the tax-free shops stood frozen
amid promises of a beautiful life abroad.
Louis Armstrong sang in some upper corner,
a trickle of ignored joy.
Outside, in an unintelligible darkness
that stretched to include the rubies of strip malls,
winged behemoths prowled looking for the gates
where they could bury their koala-bear noses
and **** our dimming dynamos dry.
Boys in floppy sweatshirts and backward hats
slapped their feet ostentatiously
while security attendants giggled
and the voice of a misplaced angel melodiously
parroted FAA regulations. Women in saris
and kimonos dragged, as their penance, behind them
toddlers clutching Occidental teddy bears,
and chair legs screeched in the food court
while ill-paid wraiths mopped circles of night
into the motionless floor.
10.3k
My eyes smell sleepy, he, refusing to depart,
But there is coffee on the nightstand,
The odor, infiltrating the dozy brain's heart.
Annoyed with each other,
They shout and fight
Like teenage siblings Commissioners at the SEC,
Arguing over bathroom monopolization,
The tongue stays sidelined, feigning net neutrality.
The bed smells empty,
For the **** has crowed,
Yogi David commands your presence
At Saturday morning Eight O'clock yoga services.
To get to his Sinai on time,
Early departure, an FAA requirement,
Car, ferry and foot you will deploy,
In the winter, special skis and snowshoes,
That blessed by his mantra,
Enable you to walk on water.
In the kitchen there is sisterly conversation,
Yes, puttering and muttering and discussing,
Sister's grown child texting, he's making the pilgrimage
To see Mama, alone, unexpectedly,
Six hours driving.
Friends and countryman,
That is how you spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e
Sleepy master dwarf refuses to concede,
Says when kitchen noises retreat,
Back to him you will supplicate,
They (the other dwarfs and body parts),
Have a big convention to better communicate..
Departure comes without a kiss,
But not without complaint,
She always says I love you first,
Which is natural,
She being a girl.
Now the bladder starts to whiny~chatter,
What about me, what about me,
Don't you love me, and me rhymes with P!
While the stomach quietly snores
Have been well-fed
but a few hours before,
He dreams of some more....macadamia crusted s'mores...
I could verse you more,
No problem that's for sure,
But you got the point:
The morning smells.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
Newsflash
Newsflash: There will be not any Christmas this year.
Santa's elves are on strike for better pay and no Obamacare.
The FAA has grounded Rudoph. So Santa has to use Twikle toes for more light.
Santa's doctor told Santa to lay off the cookies because he won't get off the ground.
The other reindeer wants more feed because they don't like carrots.
So no Christmas this Year Boys and Girls.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
It was summer, late 80's, Lubbock, Texas, age prevents me from recallng the exact date and time. It was my father on the phone, asking if me and my wife, Karen, would like to go with him out to the airport to visit with my Uncle Jack(Major, USAF ret.). Jack called him and said that he and a 'friend' were flying in private plane to Houston, and would be stopping in Lubock and would be in around noon. Jack was the youngest of three brothers, and my favorite. Shortly before eleven, dad picked us up and off we went. I asked dad if he knew who was coming with him, and he said "no, have no idea."
Sitting in the coffee shop, looking out the windows, we saw this Cessna land, and taxi over to the gate. "There they are", dad said, with some anticipation. In a few minutes Jack and his 'friend' emerged. The 'friend" was tall, slender, grayish hair, crew cut. He looked familiar, that 'friend' as they entered the room, and then came the introductions.
His name was "Deke" Slayton. One of the original seven astronauts chosen by NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration) to participate in the original Mercury program in 1959,and was later the pilot of the docking module when they docked with the Soviet Soyuz capsule in 1975. He was a bomber pilot during WWII, and later became a test pilot. Jack was a glider pilot during the war, and upon retiring from the air force went to work for the FAA(Federal Aeronautics Administration) as Supv. Flight Control Operations, in Albuquerque, New Mexico. They had known each other for a long time.
Needless to say, Karen and I nearly "slid out if our chairs", for it's not everyday when you find yourself having a casual cup of coffee and conversation with someone who considered such feats as, "just doing his job."
"You never know, who you're going to meet..... on any given day..... at any given time."
r.riddle: 10-16-2016
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
Babygirl come over here
and let me hit you
with a little **** passion
mouth game blastin'
im long lastin'
like bubblegum show me ya tongue
so i can get a taste o what i feel
when im deep in that chocha faa real
got **** hot butter popcorn
leave ya deeply scorn
from my love deep strokin'
tongue soakin'
on ya ******* runnin' circles
around ya belly flex ya back
muscle let me see ya work
put this **** n so deep
til you fall asleep i aint' a creep
just keepin' it real
and we can move from the floor
into the livin' room sweep u up like a broom and heres come the boom
sike not fast not slow
Just a nice smooth tempo
as jodeci singin' in the background
got ya on ya back now
now tell me who's the best
Ya hands on my chest
screamin' my name
finna burn the flame
ya know how i get down
smack down lay down
hurt that chocha til ya ****** expressions start to frown **** near drown
in a puddle of tears
can't fight the temptations can't resist
and when ya release the ******
i reach over and kiss
osculatin' no debatin'
pound for pound thats just one round?
Tell me how fr3aky u r
N if so tell me are ya still down ??
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
The azure-blue sky caught my eyes
It resembles the colour of your eyes
The eyes which once had been impeccable for me
Alas those eyes are treacherous
Ignore the quaint blue eyes
Focus on the make shift love it gave
Careful with its impish eye smile
Cause those eyes are feigned and ambiguous
~faa
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC