Best Airport Poems

She left him for awhile
And it seemed alright.

. . . Until . . .

The sound
And touch of her
Was gone.

He failed to sleep
And the hunger disappeared.

He could not feel the soft caresses
Of places only God can see.
And emptiness,
Like soft shadows,
Moved within his soul.

. . . Then,...

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Airports; people and planes,
Traffic jams and baggage claim. 
Noisy, rumbling, to the gate I'm 
running. 

Looking at the screen for my flight, 
Delayed? What is causing this 
madness? 

Dragging my bags; this way and 
that. 
Smoking lounge, where are you at? 
Find a store, buy...

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Oh the joys of an airport trolley
I try and push it oh what a folly
The wheels always have a life of their own
I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home

I want it to go left but it goes off to the...

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They're selling off our Airport, does anybody care? 
The old Gazette's done nothing yet, no 'Save it' campaign there 
The Echo there in Darlo seems quite reluctant to 
Investigate the Peel Magnate and what they're pushing through 

We contacted the BBC to find out what...

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Thursday morning
So much follow-up;
Check To-Do list

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Airport drive 7:15am
Terminal 2 Departure;
Brunei trip for one

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Morning psalm
Prayers for peace;
Come Holy Ghost

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Old car resting
New car on-the-road;
Workshop service job

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Waiting time
Hours and minutes;
Poetry on the wing

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Tea and pastry
Morning communion;
Snacking on verses

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Thoughts juggling
All things possible;
Poems oozing out

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Swirling sounds
Order in chaos;
Food centre devotional

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Waiting...

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She was sitting alone crying in the empty airport bar
I watched her for an hour from the waiting area down the hall
Fifteen minutes before boarding
I’m not sure what moved me
I walked up to this woman
To offer some sympathy

“Is everything alright ma’am?  Is there anything...

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Summer night pulsing
Streak of jets landing
Sapphire lights winking

Minds ricocheting
Lovers embracing
Cologne, silk caressing

Muscle maneuvering
Luggage uplifting
Strength celebrating

Interstate soaring
Windows, dash, dancing
Jazz and soul rocking

Frequency sampling
Circuits infusing
Earth-force vibrating...

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Choice made long ago
Fades in clinging airport hugs
Exile1 heart strings tug....

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Features;
apparitions
reflect in dark windows;
a field of Orchids made of silk
wilting....

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On arrivals...
Warm wave and sweet hello's
On departure.
There are pout and tears of goodbyes

Trolleys of baggages pulled fast
Individuals walking past from everywhere
Some gives a smack and hug
Uncaring if someone bugs

Important documents keep intact
Mobile phones on high alert

Waiting..
Waiting...
Waiting...

On the near time
I hope and pray
I will go too,...

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International Airport

This nowhere, a contrived freedom
expatriate as air,
demonstrates our mastery
of what we meet or leave behind.

Each precise beginning
finds an ending imprecise,
as we fly to where or whom we wish
only to find them somehow less.

The conquered distance
returns within ourselves
as all that's joined grows relative
becomes a nowhere...

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Nose is an Airport,

Importing,

Exporting,

Air!...

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You left me today
Leaving  your contrail in the sky

I saw you off at the airport
Waving even after you turned

Till you disappeared
Yet my legs did not want to move

I could feel your warm breath on my cheek
Now I felt my tears

I watched your contrail in...

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The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls

The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all...

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I had a long argument today...
Whilst sitting by the 
surcharging charging airport port,
shouldertoshoulder with this pastor.

Delayed flight and low juice
kept us there, squared off;
shoulder to shoulder.

He with his Righteousness,
me with my Right View.
He with all his carefully tended and
Sunday-stoked Fighteousness,
me with my caringly intended and
Hyundai-broke...

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