My Canadian Chronicles 001
A friend once said to me
that he never had the adventures
that I have when I go on holiday.
Maybe he was right.
Today while sitting in the airport
lounge nervously waiting for our flight
when suddenly from the loudspeaker came.
“The fire detector has been activated in your section.
Please go to the nearest emergency exit.”
Now I was already having kittens
just thinking of the flight.
Now with that announcement
I was having puppies as well
and so started my day in the usual Harris style.
They say things can only get better.
All by body parts are crossed
and I hope they are right.
6 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 004
I sit in our hotel room
and ponder the days ahead
the adventures each new day will bring.
I am not going to even try
to imagine the delights ahead,
but let the card fall
however, they are dealt.
Some people when on holiday
wish for lots of good weather.
For me it’s not the weather
but those whom I will meet.
The laughter we might enjoy
listening to the funny things that made up our lives.
These are the important things
when I go on holiday.
7 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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We can also fly
A winter afternoon
Just snowed and
Everything white everywhere
I was waiting in one of the busy
Airports of United States of America
To board a flight to New York
Delayed flights
I was wandering in the lounge
Afternoon turning to twilight
So soon, was my wonder
Checking in,
Security checks
Announcements
Calling people by name to board
All were busy
And I was waiting for
The announcement for
Boarding my flight
Overlooking the aircrafts
And people boarding thereon
Through the tall glass panel
And I happened to see
Two sparrows
Chasing one another
And perching on cables
And wires those were running along
The walls of the lounge
Did I hear them talking
It looked like that
One sparrow telling
'Why they are so busy'
The other answering
'They have rescheduled
Most of the flights and
They are trying to accommodate
Everything within a particular time'
'Oh, I see.
But how come they are not taking
A note of us'
'Why should they take a note of us'
'Because, we can also fly'
'You only can fly
But they make others too fly'
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Holiday
Well the super models in those magazines
They've been to places that I've never dreamed
Well they look so nice out on some sandy beach
But for me I've always found it out of reach
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
The hotel and life for me would be alright
We could always catch an early mornin' flight
As you treat yourself like in a movie scene
But its just another place I've never been
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
I call you up on your telephone
And leave a message there since your not home
I've got to go I've got to get away
Please come and take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Last nite I dreamed I was in Sante Fe
And then went on a flight to San Jose
Well I know that you don't really like to fly
But to see the world maybe you'd like to try
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Ooooooooo I need a holiday
Ooooooooo take me on a holiday
Need a holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
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Two Short Poems
Dandelion
Dandelion in grass
Head cotton ball white
Seeds ready for flight
9 June 2009
Summers Glory Gone
Flowers drooping heads
Petals limp
Summers glory gone
9 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Infinite Moment
Sometimes something magic happens,
two people meet who are worlds apart.
They meet by chance
and each touch the others heart.
We can give no explanations
except to say that it does
and that is what happened to me.
When I went on holiday,
we were strangers until we hugged
one another in an airport far away.
In that infinite moment
our lives changed forever,
we became closer than we had ever been.
When we eventually parted
if was if we were family.
25 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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In The Morning
Hey baby what you doing?
Your flight left yet?
Pshh, Im half way there
I cant wait to see you
So tell me have you left yet, damn
Im running late to the airport
Every time we do this
In my mind saying should I go through with this?
All I see is you kissing me
Last time shut my eyes
Plane goes higher, higher
Hotels booked all I have to do is get my key
I cant wait to have you walk up and hold on me, yeah
Ive never felt this way before
But in the morning
When youre gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith
Youll return
In my arms
Hope you miss your flight
Hope you miss your flight
Casablanca has always been my dream
I heard that its absolutely radiant in spring
In the garden drinking shots of hennesy
Calm my nerves, its been way too long for me
Finally were driving in a far out dream
Nothing seems even real or close for me
Afternoon sun showers change the way I see
Ive never felt this way before
But in the morning
When youre gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith
Youll return
In my arms
Hope you miss your flight
Hope you miss your flight
But in the morning
When youre gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith
Youll return
In my arms
Hope you miss your flight
Hope you miss your flight
Its okay, its okay
(its okay)
Its okay, its okay
But in the morning
When youre gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith
Youll return
In my arms
Hope you miss your flight
Hope you miss your flight
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My Canadian Chronicles 30
Last night was kind of strange for me.
A friend took me long to a small café
to listen to some poetry being read
never thinking for one moment
that I would end up reading mine there.
It happened and I did,
my hands shook when I got up to the mike
and stood there and did my bit,
reading out what I regard the best two poems I have written.
I believe the person who organized it
was thrilled because his little group
suddenly went international when I got up to the mike.
It was a small group of about thirty,
each poet had a different style
and I had an awesome night
standing there
reading at “The Weed.”
18 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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My Canadian Chronicles 003
From a shaky start, I can see
this is going to be a wonderful holiday.
Woke up this morning at my usual time,
four o’clock in the morning.
It maybe cooler than what we left,
but that does not bother me.
The warmth of anywhere
comes from the company you keep.
Here is no exception
and the company is great.
My dreams one by one
are beginning to come true.
7 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Free Flight
Head on down the highway
Across the county line,
Ive had my fill of small town thrills
Gonna leave it all behind.
Free flight, free flight.
Im careless in my loving,
Shameless in my style,
If I get caught by the short n curlies
Ill just hide out for awhile.
Free flight, free flight.
On an on the road goes on
Itll go on forever,
An just the same Ill live my life,
Hell bent for leather.
Free flight, free flight.
Heaven knows its driving me crazy,
Its a feeling inside.
Heaven knows its in my blood
As long as I try, I just cant deny.
Free flight, come tomorrow dawn youll find me gone.
Free flight, make no bones about it, Im moving on.
Free flight, free flight, free flight.
Free flight, free flight, free flight.
Head on down the highway
Suitcase in your hand,
When you get down with your feet on the ground
I know youll understand.
Free flight, free flight.
Heaven knows its driving me crazy,
Its a feeling thats driving me wild.
Heaven knows its in my blood,
Fool if you try, you just cant deny.
Free flight, come tomorrow dawn youll find me gone.
Free flight, make no bones about it, Im moving on.
(solo)
Free flight, free flight, free flight...
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My Canadian Chronicles 15
Sitting on the deck in the morning
enjoying the sun and blue skies
as the birds flit about my friend’s garden.
Relaxing chatting
under a Calgary sun
who could ask for more,
not me.
11 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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At the Airport
Fingers drumming on his lips
Eyes gazing deep into space
Baggage tucked between legs
Still unsure when the flight will take off
Fellow passenger waits at the airport.
Another one's serious, reading a novel
Adjusting the Nike cap to cover his eyes
Newspaper shuffles with a purring sound
A professional reviews his assignment
What a place to gain some knowledge!
One sips a coke, one takes a bite
Group of three play cards, a world unto themselves
A couple talk to their daughter
While the baby sleeps in mother's arms
Baby bottle and bags packed on the cart.
Behold the few that await an arriving flight
Man and lady developing a dialogue
One looking through the glass window
With all the eagerness on his face
A place filled with all emotions and moods.
Commotion rises as the boarding's announced
Baby and the family enter and then one by one
March through the corridor and fill up the plane
Waiting lounge's empty as the final call is made
I'm early for my flight and await my cycle.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Oops!
With open arms,
you run to one another
but miss completely
and you both end up
hugging strangers
who wants no part of either of you.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
Your running for a bus
and it waits for you,
you tell the driver
the stop you want
and he give you a strange look.
You an close your eyes as he replies
telling you he does not go there.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
Your at an airport
Your mind is miles away
then you realise your flight
was boarding ten minutes ago.
You run down the corridor
but the flight has left without you.
Oops!
You‘ve done it again.
This old world keeps on spinning
but there are times for us all
when we just wish it would stop
and let us off,
but that only happens
when we oversleep.
Oops!
You’ve done it again.
25 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Arrivals and Departures
Landing, arrival, homecoming
Taking off, departing, holiday, higher learning.
Some holding out arms to embrace
Others were waving with both hands.
Reunion filled with anticipation
Moist eyes, wistful expressions.
Animated faces, full of devotion
Lips twitching, myriad emotions.
Commotion, as dear ones alight
And others depart to catch a flight.
From the lounge I watched
Anxious faces, on tiptoe search
Some giving last minute instructions
Young, listening with compunction.
Airport lounges and Railway stations
Tell so many stories I thought with fascination.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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My Canadian Chronicles 23
Woke up this morning
feeling a twinge of regret
with only five days left
of the most wonderful holiday
that my wife and I have ever had.
The people we have met
are now friends forever
and there will be sadness
when we have to leave them
and make our journey home.
We can only hope
in the not to distant future
we will get the chance
to meet up together again.
15 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Going Posh (Fun Poem 123)
Everyone wants a bit of glamour in their lives
and I am not exception to the rule,
so when it came to going to the airport
for my holidays I went posh and in style.
Just imagine having a white stretched limousine
come to your door to whisk you away to your flight.
You cannot get much posher than that.
I bet our neighbours thought we had won the lottery
when they saw us with our suitcases go out and get inside,
then away to Heathrow just to start our holidays.
However, the customs were not so gracious
with their queues we had to go through.
So much for the celebrity status,
that disappeared as we got out of the limo and went inside.
(4 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Twenty Flight Rock
Well I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking shes a queen.
I took her to a dance on a saturday night,
All alone where I can hold her tight.
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevators broken down.
And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth Im starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag.
I get to the top and Im too tired to rock.
You know she called me up on the telephone,
Said come on ever baby cause Im all alone.
I said baby youre mighty sweet,
But Im in bed with aching feet.
This went on for a couple of days,
But I couldnt stay away.
And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth Im starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag.
I get to the top and Im too tired to rock.
Well I sent to chicago for repairs,
Till its fixed Im using the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before its too late,
I want my baby too much to wait.
All this climbing is getting me down,
Theyll find me hanging over the rail.
And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth Im starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag.
I get to the top and Im too tired to rock.
And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth Im starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor Im ready to drag,
I get to the top and Im too tired to rock.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sixteen Days To Go
Six months ago, I booked a flight
to visit a classmate and an online friend.
Slowly my wife and I got together
everything we needed to take.
We paid no heed to time
as the months melted away.
Our lives carried on as normal
with all its ups and downs
and steadily time moved on
not noticed by us
as we immersed ourselves in what we did.
Suddenly we stopped and realized
just how far time had moved on.
Panic then set in when we realized
just how much more we had to do
and there was only 16 days to go.
21 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Too Many Puppies
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.
song performed by by Primus
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Endless Flight
Writers: andrew gold
Keep me steady
Dont rock me all around
Lord, I dont wanna fall down
Understand me
I wish this jet was off the ground
Look around you
And tell me what you see
Are you afraid or is it me?
I hope we make it
I hope we dont fall in the sea
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyinbird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
Make me happy
Just let me see the light
I hope the runway time is near
The look the captain gave
Wasnt comfort and saw fear
Oh, what a fear
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Angel in Transit
I arrived at the airport under dark
Overcast skies. I had a night flight to catch
From Amsterdam to Budapest.
And as I waited
Through the small hours,
The Schiphol Airport
Became quite deserted.
I felt lonely and sad.
My wife just died
And I was depressed.
I waited for my plane
In an almost empty waiting room
When suddenly, to my great surprise,
A pretty young woman seated herself
Next to my chair.
I found this rather strange
Because all the benches around us
Were unoccupied and I wondered
Why she chose to sit nearby.
She was silent but I started to talk to her.
After a while I told her my story
And she began to comfort me
With warm and compassionate words.
At some point I gathered courage
And asked her why she sat next to me.
She looked at me with a gentle smile and said:
'I don't know'.
Yet I felt a mysterious presence
And in her eyes I saw glowing diamond rays
Of solace, tenderness and love.
She stayed there for about 20 or 25 minutes.
Then she rose, gave me a hug, kissed my face
And walked away to board a plane.
poem by Paul Hartal
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