Gull

And high above I climb into the blue
from down below from whence I flew
admiring the unspoilt view
white clouds above me now

My wingspan wide I'll hover there
spiralling down without a care
humans they'd be best aware
as they below me bow

My name is Gull and I am proud
synonymous my cry aloud
heard above the throng and crowd
my presence to endow

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Angel of the sky

16 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Holidays are exciting
in lots of different days
For when you’ve finished cruising
then you take to the airwaves

And our Tui flight this morning
is the ‘Angel of the Sky’
From Dubrovnik in Croatia
to London Gatwick we will fly

HAIKU: LEAVES DREAM

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Leaves dream of flying

HAIKU: WINDS WHISPER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn winds whisper

Leaving Blighty

It’s getting quite exciting
watching big planes come and go
Sitting in Departures
and going with the flow
It’s quite warm here but warmer still
in Corfu where we’ll be
Waiting for our flight to board
My wife here (Sal) and me

Like snow

Up here at thirty thousand feet
the clouds look just like snow
and I can see for miles and miles
when looking down below

We’re high above mid-England’s green
and the sky is tinged with blue
The sun is out there somewhere
but it’s not within my view

Excited

I’m on my way to Gatwick
to board a big jet plane
which’ll take me up to Glasgow
on my travels once again

Flying

Flying over cities is glorious
London’s furnace reaching for the sky
The nested curving of Amsterdam canals

Sometimes I can fly

Sometimes I can fly
High above like a bird I soar
and look down to the sea
and the rolling waves
and the white horses galloping there
And I sing

Malaga I

Boarding our Dreamliner
Thompson did us proud
For we had extra legroom
and the engines weren’t too loud
The outbound flight as always
thrilled us to the core
England disappearing
through the window there we saw

The penguin dichotomy

 

Like little old men
they totter about
wobbling unsteady
as if they have gout
They fall over a lot
on their short stubby legs
and are really unsteady
on those little pegs

Winter

 

Deep in the blue a jet plane soars
twin contrails ‘cross the sky
I wonder where it’s going to
up there so very high
Maybe to a warmer place
where the summer sun shines still
Leaving English wintertime
where it’s blustery and chill

Skylines

 

Skylines up above my head
In the morning blue
Ghosts of passing jet-planes
Travelling somewhere new

Haiku: Flying

Photo Credit: Carousel in Montpellier – Dimitris  Dr.

                              Thank You Ajaytao  for the Photo inspiration! 

Something in flying alone …..

There is something in flying alone…
Not a driver .. nor a  road…

just… the “go”….

It’s not that I do it often…
It’s not that I love it..

To be ..I mean ..on my own…
But there is magic in piano tunes..
There is  zest in flying alone…
To my comfort zone…