Tag: poetry

  • Ads on a Plane

    Planes now force you to watch their ads,
    On the same scale as the flight safety video.

    The slim chance that an emergency protocol would be needed,
    Is followed by the statistically significant chance that the ad will influence us towards a brand.

    The generous abundance of movies, shows, and games will keep the kids entertained and quiet,
    Yet what will we sacrifice for the comfort and convenience of our flight and that of others?

    How did our mothers fly with two kids halfway across the world without any screens?
    Are we being draped with an illusion over our eyes that reality is boring and virtual is virtually appealing?

    Do we lose a bit of our reality, or have we already lost it entirely,
    With the technological advancement of a mini screen provided in front of every eye?

    Or are we degenerating our eyes, minds, bodies, and soul,
    With more blue light, less thinking, excessive stagnancy, and less conversation?

    Do we tire of imaginative play with our kids?
    Do we build an invisible barrier of a no converse zone with our neighbor?
    Do we forego common courtesies of consideration in aiding those in need?

    Our entertainment and pleasure is priority over waking someone when being called on,
    Over helping someone with their bag,
    Over a simple smile and hello.

    It was annoying to be interrupted for the flight safety video,
    But now we are lured back with an ad to download the airline app.

    As if the appeal of entertainment was not already enough,
    Now commercialization has been added to our digital cocktail comatose.

    Thank you very much, it’s time to get back to the show.

    Air Canada
    Vancouver to Seoul
    Dec 2023

  • Good to Discover

    Newborn on a plane, first time flying high
    Scared this might be the worst
    But it’s not like being on a kite

    Sad, frustrated, helpless when she’s crying,
    Wondering what can I do to alleviate the pain
    How can I make everyone gain

    Finding joy with the other one
    She knows what to do
    Movies, snacking, sketching,
    She’s self sufficient, it’s the truth

    Most of the pain is inside my own head
    Most of the insecurity rests there
    Is the man next to them okay
    But mommy has the best care

    The good in people shines,
    A one minute distraction and hold
    A blanket covering over her feet
    It’s the sweetest thing to behold
    and especially to receive

    Humanity redeemed itself on this seemingly haunted ride
    Instead it turned out to be filled of joyful surprises
    I am beginning to know

    Don’t get stuck in your own head
    Take an honest look around
    There’s good waiting to be discovered
    It can be found

  • Fire is my only friend tonight

    Fire is my only friend tonight

    Rustle in the trees, Big Dipper, Cassiopeia (auto corrected), Love Actually.

    Take me into Outer Space playing in my head.
    Snap, crackle, pop.

    Cool breeze, radiating heat, familiar scent.
    Quiet, wishfully, international chatter from the tent next door.

    Reminiscing, the memories from youth put a grin on my face.
    But they also reveal a hole in my heart.

    Loneliness is a gift from God.
    But it doesn’t feel that way now.

    I wish they were here.
    To talk, laugh, chat, make fun.

    About funny times, about beer, about food, about faith, about nothing.
    I miss them, I miss them dearly.

    Fire, is my only friend tonight.