I fly away from Tanzania
I fly away from Tanzania
and as the plane turns
over Dar es-Salaam,
I see the statue
of the black man
breaking his chains
and I wonder
who is really free
in a land of poverty?
The sea is dark blue
and a flotilla of small boats
are carrying tobacco, coffee
and cotton to ships
in the deeper water.
The great country
stretches out under the plane
and the massai mara planes
looks as if it goes on
into infinity
and I plan to visit
the Serengeti National Park,
to go to Zanzibar
and to climb mount mount Kilimanjaro
when I return
Three weeks of erecting cell phone towers
flew past in a blink of a eye
and I am going home again
and the Nyasa Lake
passes like a blue sea
under the plane.
Johannesburg international is hot
and it’s the beginning of spring
and the Wimpy has got
cheap burgers
and bottomless Coke
and I drink
as if coming out of the desert
and it’s great to be back
in my own country again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tanzania In Africa
Rise up Africa!
Rise up Africans! !
Rise up Ghana!
Rise up Ghanaians! !
Rise up Tanzania!
Rise up Tanzanians! !
Tanzania oh Tanzania,
The land of my friend;
Oh Tanzania!
The land of Dr. Julius Nyerere of Africa!
You are blessed with Mount Kilimanjaro,
The land of my friend called, Dr. Ekk;
This is wher true love does span the ages.
You are the highest Mountain in Africa,
Overflowing with colours;
And the wonders of the forest are,
Tanganyika, Rukwa, Nyasa and Lake Victoria!
Oh Tanzania,
Like the hunter's gun;
Oh Tanzania,
The night falls and the rivers bring out their beauties;
So, how many rivers do i have to cross?
Rise up Tanzania,
How many mountains do i have to climb?
Of a country called Tanzania in Africa,
How many Lakes do i have to see?
Maybe, Dr. Ekk will tell me more.
This is your own son living in Shinyanga,
A noble Doctor to his people and the world;
Could it be 'Der Es Salam'?
Then, i have to learn more from these Islands too;
The Islands of Zanzibar and Pemba is what i mean.
What about Tanga?
This is on the Coastal Range with beauty;
Oh Tanzania! !
Do tell me more about yourself;
Bounded by the Indian Ocean is your love.
I am rather bounded by the South Atlantic Ocean;
Like Ghana to Dr. Kwame Nkrumah,
So is Tanzania to Dr. Julius Nyerere.
I am a Ghanaian and,
I have to learn from you as an African;
So, rise up Africa! !
From the North to the South,
Then from the East to the West;
Rise up oh Africans! !
Cos', we are all Africans.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aearial Painting
Aerial Painting
The painting in the hall of an old bi-plane flying
a across a blue sky, was different this morning,
it had landed by a waterfall and the pilots stood
leaning against the plane’s fuselage slowly
smoking a cigarette, eyes closed enjoying every
moment, every inhale of scented tobacco.
I looked at the painting again the sky was dark,
there was lightning in the air the pilot had flown to
the front and collided with a barrage balloon,
the plane was a broken as thrown to the ground by
a spoilt boy who had wanted a fire-engine for his
birthday, and know only the blue sky prevails.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Beatles Memory
Listening to ' Beatles Sunday Morning'
Reminds me of a foggy London memory.......
Spent nine hours on a plane from JFK
Some years ago back in the 60's
Attempting to land in London
Fog so thick no way to get down
So up we go and circle, circle, circle 'round...
Still no visibility, so back we go
To Shannon, landing there to refuel;
Wanting to throw up - so queezy!
Sat on that plane for 2 hours eating Rolaids
But I do recall the beauty of the country
As we soared high above and circled 'round......
I vowed to return one day
When my stomach could handle the trip;
So here we go again, onward to England
This time the fog has lifted
And there on top of the buildings
Throngs of people are waving and shouting....
Certainly not for this American plane,
But for the Beatles - on a plane
Coming down somewhere behind us!
What a thrill! And here we are in London
Just in time for dinner -' on the house'
Thanks to the delay in reaching our destination.
That's the closest I'll ever get to 'royalty'
But still a memory I'll treasure forever.
Mifael
Mount Kilimanjaro is 5900 metres high and,
You have to visit it to see the beauty that it shares;
But like an affable gentleman in the midst of ladies,
I have what it takes to love you.
Humble and respectful,
To a virtual standstill to receive visitors;
And my love for you is like Mount Kilimanjaro.
Mifael, explore my mind to reach out to my love;
For we are one-on-one on this sweet love.
A lot of memories of the school days,
Like the 'Impulse Night Club' next door;
But i will be very high above all standards to you like,
Mount Kilimanjaro among the lot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Country
I saw lots of dust,
From the bus through South Dakota.
I was a passenger on my way to L.A.
I wish I took a train or a plane,
From Minnesota.
Instead I took my time,
And went the cheapest way!
Riding that seat on the bus,
Every bump my rump and the wheels
On that bus had found.
I couldn't stretch,
To lay my tired body down.
I looked around from the window,
And spotted a Caribou.
I stopped my cussing long enough,
To enjoy the view.
I felt a bit country!
As I started to hum a tune.
I thought of Mount Rushmore,
And Buffalo roaming plains!
I felt a bit country!
Thinking of things I'd do!
Like hiking and biking...
And skipping L.A. to see!
I saw lots of dust,
From the bus through South Dakota.
I was a passenger on my way to L.A.
I wish I took a train or a plane,
From Minnesota.
Instead I took my time,
And went the cheapest way!
And began feeling country.
With a native Indian mood.
Thinking of the tribes who survived,
The Wild Wild West!
I sat feeling country.
Changing up my attitude.
Imagining the Sioux...
And those rough times that they knew!
When I arrived in L.A.
I had forgotten I had wished I'd flew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great Blue Sky
watching the great blue sky recede into the black space it really is,
listening to the lapping of an active lake under the great blue sky,
feeling the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
smelling the lotion passing into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
tasting the freedom of summer as the lotion passes into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
the great blue sky which recedes into the black space it really is.
poem by Kale Beaudry
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Black Crow
Theres a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
Hes black as the highway thats leading me
Now hes diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
Flying
In a blue sky
I took a ferry to the highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
I took a plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
Ive been traveling so long
Howm I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
Im like a black crow flying
In a blue, blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been
Illumination
Corruption
And diving, diving, diving, diving.
Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw a back crow flying
In a blue sky
Oh Im like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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A London Plane-Tree
Green is the plane-tree in the square,
The other trees are brown;
They droop and pine for country air;
The plane-tree loves the town.
Here from my garret-pane, I mark
The plane-tree bud and blow,
Shed her recuperative bark,
And spread her shade below.
Among her branches, in and out,
The city breezes play;
The dun fog wraps her round about;
Above, the smoke curls grey.
Others the country take for choice,
And hold the town in scorn;
But she has listened to the voice
On city breezes borne.
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
I fly the plane
I board the train
And again
I ride the train
Oh the train
Oh the train
That wished to be
An airplane
poem by Paul Hartal
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Postcard
Chorus:
Chorus:
Were having a lovely time, wish you were here
Were having a lovely time, wish you were here
Were having a lovely time, wish you were here
Were having a lovely time, wish you were here
Theres miles of frankfurters and people who hurt us in germany
Theres miles of frankfurters and people who hurt us in germany
We havent played since yesterday
We havent played since yesterday
Theres just ten more shows and one week to go
Theres just ten more shows and one week to go
Wed all like to go
Wed all like to go
Chorus
Chorus
Great piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in italy
Great piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in italy
We go by train and not by plane
We go by train and not by plane
Wed come home by car if it wasnt too far
Wed come home by car if it wasnt too far
To drive home by car
To drive home by car
Hope youre well at home,
Hope youre well at home,
Next week Ill try to phone,
Next week Ill try to phone,
Not very long to go,
Not very long to go,
Ill tell you when Im coming home as soon as I know
Ill tell you when Im coming home as soon as I know
Chorus
Chorus
Theres lots of french fries, disapproving eyes in the u.s.a.
Theres lots of french fries, disapproving eyes in the u.s.a.
Weve had no shows since I dont know
Weve had no shows since I dont know
Theres just one thing wrong, weve been here too long
Theres just one thing wrong, weve been here too long
The moneys all gone
The moneys all gone
Chorus
Chorus
Theres kangaroos and were bad news in australia
Theres kangaroos and were bad news in australia
Thrown off the plane for drinking beer
Thrown off the plane for drinking beer
So long on the plane it drove us insane
So long on the plane it drove us insane
So long on the plane
So long on the plane
Hope youre well at home,
Hope youre well at home,
Next week Ill try to phone
Next week Ill try to phone
Not very long to go
Not very long to go
Ill tell you when Im coming home as soon as I know
Ill tell you when Im coming home as soon as I know
Chorus
Chorus
Weve done very well, but weve been to hell and heaven as well
Weve done very well, but weve been to hell and heaven as well
song performed by by Who
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Next Plane To London
Im on the next plane to london
Leaving on runway number five
Next plane to london and Im missing her
That baby of mine
Told her I was gonna be a star
But to do it I would have to go far away
But Ill come back someday
And take her away
Im on the next plane to london
Leaving on runway number five
Next plane to london and Im missing her
That baby of mine
Said that over here I wasnt in
Down in hollywood I couldnt find a friend
Who would help me get in
Or listen to me
Im on the next plane to london
Leaving on runway number five
Next plane to london and Im missing her
That baby of mine
Maybe over there Ill get a start
Only hope by leaving I dont break her heart
The more important part
Than any record on the chart
Next plane to london
Leaving on runway number five
Next plane to london and Im missing her
That baby of mine
Next plane to london
Leaving on runway number five
Next plane to london and Im missing her
Whoa-whoa
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Sonnet: My First Flight by a Plane
What beauty lies in clouds studding the sky,
That glass-like shows the land afar below!
God's firmament, a wonder, when we fly
By man-made aero-planes and God's rainbow!
And when it rains, the plane keeps dashing through
The water-sheet and gust perilously;
While pilots pray that weather improves too,
And they can continue their safe journey!
And when night falls, all seems so dark around,
Except the clumps of blinking lights of towns
And major cities that make you dumbfound,
Though eyes can't see the mountains, ups and downs!
The heart gets thrilled when flying by man's plane;
Yet, God's Nature looks awesome, never plain!
poem by John Celes
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Morning blue sky
Morning blue sky
~
Looking upon a pale blue sky
A plane cuts across my sight
That sharp white line climbs
Into a journey to begin the day
Off into a wandering fantasy
A stirring of birds fill the view
Like a thousand thoughts
All the world slowly waking
Still not a cloud to be seen
Last nights sleep rubbed from eyes
While watching the plane disappear
The fading white trail ebbs away
A journey somewhere beginning
Or perhaps another’s ending
The fantasy of a journey
Looking into a morning blue sky
Stirs the waking mind
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I was in my office when - on 9/11. I think I had a number of meetings scheduled. I was just getting to know the bureau. And somebody walked in and said the first plane had - or a plane had struck the World Trade Center, one of the towers.
quote by Robert Mueller
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Gotta Get The First Plane Home
I wont stay around with you my friend
My lifes been empty since I went
Since I went away from home
Im sick and tired of being alone
Theres nothing left for me to do
So I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta wing wing[? ] fly high over the see
Theres a little girl whos waiting for me
Love her till my dying day
And when I die youll hear me say
I love that girl for eternity
But I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta get the first plane home
Got to wing wing[? ] fly high over the see
Theres a little girl whos waiting for me
Love her till my dying day
And when I die youll hear me say
I love that girl for eternity
But I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta get the first plane home
I gotta get the first plane home
song performed by by Kinks
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A Politician’s Plane crash-land in Wonderland
The plane landed in an emergency.
The politician was surprised in the air port as lot of women with garlands greeted him.
A woman said “You are the first delegate politician who visited our country.”
“Really is it? How do you know I was in the plane? ” He replied.
“Our radar says when a corrupted human being lands to our country.”
He was taken to Quarantine and found positive to HIV virus.
In wonderland there is a remedy for the infection and they gave an injection the patient forgets his past.
He was surprised by seeing this magical country.
The citizen is very happy and there are no jails, Courts, Police, Armed forces, sick people and all are well off.
For the first time in Wonderland’s history they made a special jail for this politician and he was sentenced to jail lifetime.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Flying back from New York, the flight attendant said 'God, I wished you were here yesterday, we had a stroke on the plane. I said, if I have a stroke on a plane, I hope the pretend doctor isn't the one on the plane. I want a real doctor.
quote by Anthony Edwards
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Satan’s Fallout
Plane after plane crisscross blue skies
Spray chemical-trails on every Nation
A few protest but governments’ tell lies
As pelicans n’ bees’ die of asphyxiation
“Only an informed public can effect change”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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You Belong To Me
See the pyramids along the nile
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle
Just remember that all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
Ill be so lonesome wothout you
Maybe youll be lonesome, too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when its wet with rain
Just remember til youre home again
You belong to me
Maybe youll be lonesome, too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when its wet with rain
Just remember til youre home again
You belong to me
Maybe youll be lonesome, too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when its wet with rain
Just remember til youre home again
You belong to me
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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The Plane
when it starts to fly it is being met by this rain.
there is this strong wind ahead of us and some dark clouds
the stewardess announces said state and we are 30,000 feet
above the mountains
yes, these are the bumpy skyways.
i close my eyes. i think of you, the house, the garden, the room,
and the two dogs you are caring.
(will we crash? will this plane fall to the ground? shall we die in an instant?)
i close my eyes.
then the plane steadies. i open my eyes.
there are clear clouds. below is a wide expanse of the blue sea.
i look at the wings of the plane.
and then its wheels touch the ground.
the door opens.
it is another world for me.
i feel the importance of the ground. Its glory. Its reign now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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