Friday, 23 May 2014

Country poetry


Country Poetry.

If you think things are bad now, read this.

The scene is a small roadside cafe, the waitress is sweeping the floor.
Two truck driver are drinking their coffee, two country kids are standing  near the door.

"How much is that candy"? they asked her,
"How much have got"?  she replied.
"We've only a penny between us"
"The're two for a penny" she lied!

And the daylight grew heavy with thunder with the smell of the rain on the wind, ain't that just like a human?
Here comes that rainbow again.
One truck driver called to the waitress, after the kids went outside
"Them candies ain't two for a penny"
" What's that to you" she replied.
In silence they finished their coffee and got up and nodded goodbye,
She called " hey you've left too much money"
"What's that to you they replied.

I believe this belongs to Kris Kristoffenson,
he had his finger on the pulse of life this day,

Ain't that just like a human?

Thursday, 22 May 2014

A Week in Manila

Mid 1970's

Pilot Drug Enforcement Agency.

Aircraft: Cessna: to be picked up.

A lot of my blog's! I seem to seek out the sadness in my stories.
I'm going to try and change this.
This story is about a week in Manila, and it's happiness with a capital "H".

So here I am walking out of the main airport, to pick up a pressurised aircraft that has been confiscated by the D.E.A. for the part it played in smuggling drugs, whilst the previous owners have taken up residence in the local prison and I fly the Cessna back to Vietnam and put it to work.

It will take about a week to clear up all the paper work.
So I thought I'd do a bit of a pub crawl of the night life.
I had heard  that the night life is really good and on occasions violent. so there is a need, to be careful!
So I was in my hotel room, getting changed after a shower,
I get room service to iron my jeans and a white T shirt and polish up my brown flight boots. got to look cool?
I'm dressed and ready, I put a few bucks into my pocket and I walk out of the hotel and down the street to the bright lights, the atmosphere in the street full of bar's was great, it was just on dark, inviting lights everywhere!

I picked one out, it was called "Night Life" and I walked in, through the doors and down a stairway to the the bar area.
The atmosphere was buzzing, about 30 people standing at the bar and sitting at the tables with dim lighting and the Juke box giving "Blue suede shoes!" a blast and everybody seemed to be chatting and smiling and dancing, just great for me!

As I approached the bar the crowd opened and let me through to the bar.
It was as if I was being engulfed into a net of friendly bodies.
I was just looking about when the barman asked me to "name my poison"? I said " bottle, cold and local please" very quickly he opened and placed a cold bottle in front of me, I went to pay and he said " First beer is on the house and we will run a tab for you okay"? I said "thanks."  What a great boozer?
I moved about introducing myself saying, "my friends call me Aussie Tel, I'm returning to my home after having myself a tour of the world". A white lie yes? and it hurts me just a little bit, but there maybe people here who would not appreciate what I do for a living. That is also the reason I left my dog tags and medi tag in my toilet bag.

This looks like being one of those evenings, so I decided to make a plan? to last the night out, I must eat! I spoke with the barman and he said "they did a local fish meal with beans and local bread" sounds good to me, so I ordered it.
Then I just forgot all about, as the questions about Australia were coming thick and strong and the beer was good.
you know the story?
The next minute or so, I smelt the most beautiful perfume, it surround me as if I had just entered a rose garden, intoxicating!
I turned around and a waitress was standing with her tray, she said "your meal is on the table please follow me" I was so stunned by her beauty, some of the locals laughed at me and gave me a push.
I had been looking unashamedly directly at her face making her blush just a little and smile back at me. She had long curly black hair, green green eyes, smooth smooth skin, pink to red lips, her teeth were chrystal white and her mouth was the sweetest pink. What a beauty!
She looked directly into my eyes and turned and led me away to my table.
I followed her across  the room she had a figure to suit the rest of her beauty,
I could feel the crowd watching me, I must have looked like a little puppy dog following her, anyway by the time I reached the table I had recovered my cool and most of my control.
I ate my meal and finished it off with a bowl of Goats yogurt, she came and cleared my table.

I was playing it real cool, I only looked at her when she walk away from me, but her perfume stayed just to tease me, and it was doing a good job?
After a short while she bought a liquor glass of cold peppermint, very nice.
I decided to return to the bar when I noticed a couple of ladies dancing and decided to join them, they were very gracious and showed me their version of Rock and Roll , Elvis was still rocking!
The waitress moved pass me a few times, but not close enough for me to speak to her. I just so desperately needed to dance with her.

I was just on the point of giving up, thinking to myself she already had a man and I was just dreaming dreams that weren't to be, plus too much booze?
Near the end of the evening a large portion of the crowd had departed and the dance floor was heaving to the sound of slow music and cuddling couples.

I was back at the bar when I smelt that perfume again, I turned she held her hand out and said " Come let dance" I followed her to the dance floor, feeling like a little puppy, (feeling 10 feet tall as well) do you know that feeling?

We danced around the floor, her hand in mine, with her other hand on my shoulder, with my other hand in the small of her back.
We glided around captivated by the music and each other, she placed her head on my chest, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Princess you Stink   (pause)   lovely" her hand quickly came up to slap me and just stopped in time to change it into a playful slap with a warm smile.
Waving her finger she said "you are cheeky!" then she gentle leaned into me and kissed me, I can still taste her memory on my lips.
Of course I was at the bar every night after that, we made each other very happy.
I received a few messages to say my aircraft was ready and waiting and to contact base, which I never did, I thought they would not send the marines in before the weekend, so I stayed for the full week, after Vietnam this was so wonderful, she was wonderful.

It was my time to leave, I went down to the bar shook hands with the barman and gave him enough dollars to buy all my cronies a drink, then I went to find my lady she was in the kitchen I lifted her off her feet and kissed her goodbye, saying "I'll be back"  she smiled and gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, and I was gone.

With all my white lies, I don't regret it, I hadn't been as happy for a long time.

Love is so lawless?

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Its Just A Tuesday

Quite day.

It's just a Tuesday?

In May 2014.

I searched my plane the other day,
Looking for something,
I could not find.
Maybe it's lost, deep within my mind.

So I searched my car instead,
Finding nothing of what I seek,
Only old papers and a receipt,
No message was left there for me,
So I continued searching,
For the thing I seek.

I checked out my pants back and front,
Even checked my shirt and coat.

Finding it will be far too remote for me,
So I will have agree,
It's true, what they say about me?

There's just no regret to be found in me.

How lucky is that?
Would you not agree?

I made a bucketful of mistakes.

Friday, 16 May 2014

Could this be, Just a Ghostly Coincidence?

I'm not really sure if I believe in things that happen due to coincidence?

Even bumps? in the night, that gives a person, just a wee fright !

What do you think? a whole life within a minuscule of memory?

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog about me striking the ground! after jumping out of an aircraft, many, many, Moons ago, duffing up my ankle for a while!

I made the comment on my blog, "that on the odd occasions! a slight pain in my ankle reminds me of the incident".
The memory, of which had faded away, many years ago.

Which leads me too :-   Is this just Coincidental?

About a week after writing my blog,
I was getting out of my car when I felt a slight pain in my left ankle?
I had actually forgotten which foot I had broke? as you do?
Which was amazing really, when you consider I took a 9mm friendly to my shin! in the forces, same leg, which also hurt by the way.
The blog was still fresh in my mind and it amused me to feel the wee pain and then it was forgotten!

A couple of days later stepping out of the shower my ankle collapsed under me, sending me crashing to the floor, into a pool of mind blowing pain!
After a while, about an hour, maybe?
I sorted myself out and rolled onto my back and got myself into a sitting position against the wall, the pain was making me dizzy and my mind was swirling around in the pain and I felt cold.

I had no idea? how long I had been down.
But I was sure of one thing, shock was setting in and could cost me my life!
so I had to do something,  I bum walked my way to the phone table, dragging my leg behind me, some where along that long journey, swimming in my bubble of pain, I found myself floating, above a theatre in a military hospital.
I was looking down on a pilot, who was having his clothes cut off and crying with the pain! something about his foot? Whinger !
Shit! that's me, I'm so young?
More pain and I come crashing back to reality.
Somehow now! I'm in my local hospital and they are crawling over me like ants on a sugar cube.

I'm connected up to a heart monitor, they must think I've had a heart attack, they keep looking into my eyes, "his hearts seems fine". "he seems to be awake!"
"But there doesn't seem to be any recent damage to his body? that I can see". "no cuts or bruises".
but he has his share of scars?  "He's not talking ? maybe, he is deep in pain?"
Somebody looked into my eyes again and a voice said " He's heading for a coma due to shock, we can't seem to find what's wrong?"
A voice spoke to me, "What's your name?
What's happened to you? There was a barrier of pain between me and my speech, I was helpless.

One minute I'm laying on the bed in pain, next I'm floating around above, in a tunnel of bright light? looking down on myself, no pain, nothing, it seemed to me I was pulsing between the two worlds of pain and floating without pain?
Whilst I was floating, there seemed to be a tunnel of bright light above me, calling to me to come and follow the light, my Ka wanted to leave this adventure with pain and move on into the light?
Just then somebody touched my left leg I screamed and in a flash I was back in the bed.
A doctor sat near me and he said "hello, how do you feel? are you in pain?" I said "No! or at least I don't think so, my whole body seems to be buzzing, tingling?" he said, "don't worry that's your med's, we haven't got the amount right yet, we will".

"you seem to have a very unusual fracture to you left ankle, from the scans we have taken, your ankle seems to have suffered a serious blow, collapsing the inner bone structure, something we might expect from a blow from a large hammer." You don't seem to have any bruising or any marks for that matter that we would expect from such a incident, it seems very strange?"

"Tell me what happened ?"
So I explained to the doctor that I have not had any problems with my ankle for years, until this incident! he said "he thought my story was unfeasible! and it is was unrealistic for me to say, I had not damaged my ankle in the last couple of days?" it's beginning to turn blue and red.

So I went on to tell him my left ankles life story! from my taking a friendly shot to the shin, by some training Aussie with a 9mm Owen gun! right down to the parachute cock up in South Australia.
He said "OK" he obviously didn't believe me.

He went on to explain what they may be able to do for me.
But before anything happens, "we will have to stabilise you,
then we will try to reconstruct your ankle and remove bone from where-ever? and graft it together with steel pins and hope it works?" "We can not guarantee success  due to the nature of the wound, your choices are not good.
"You will be off your foot for 10 weeks or more it may even take you over a year before you walk again! and just so you know!"
"If the grafts don't take? we will remove you leg! just below the knee!
How do you feel about that?"
I never spoke,
Well I'm beginning to wish I'd listen to my spirit and walked off into the light!
If  this is a dream, that started following my striking the ground all those years ago and my whole life has been lived in the following minuscule seconds within the pain.
I have a ribbon of  questions that I don't understand, can this dream actually be my life.
Have I really lived my whole life in a wee dream? that's crazy!.
I will just have to wait and see, what the Universe has in store for me.

There has got to be another adventure out-there for me.

I am a Pilot?  That's what I Do. That's what I am.


Friday, 9 May 2014



We used to be lovers.

If I met you in the street now, would you greet me?

If I told you my stories and I stayed just that little bit longer,
Would you listen to my heart ?

If I came to you again,
would you send me away ?
How would you respond if I tried to touch you ?

If I tried to kiss you, would you push me away ?

If I went away, would you miss me ? would you come with me,
if I asked you ? and said "I am sorry".

Don't let me touch you if you have forgotten and don't love me.