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This page is now closed, i have found the poems are getting too much for one page, they have now got there very own website, all new poems will be posted on here and i have been transferring the older poems to the new site, it is a work in progress. oh you'll need the link
https://sites.google.com/site/airshipspoems/
Below is a selection of my own airship poetry, i hope you enjoy it. any constructive criticism is welcomed, you can contact me on the contacts page, airship poem page is always growing.
You'll find poems on old airships like the R101 and R33 to other modern airships like the skyship 500, i will be writing more and more and adding these to the site as i go.
Airships tend to lend themselves to poetry i find quite nicely, dreaming of large ships floating effortlessly above your head gets you dreaming, however the story's of These ships and how some met their end can also come over very emotionally.
All new poems appear at the top.
Cardington Airship Station
long live
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If you have a poem on airships or Cardington and would like me to add them to the site just drop me a line.
i have started reworking my poems, re reading and improving them, so if you spot changes over the next few weeks do not dismay, they are getting better.
https://sites.google.com/site/airshipspoems/
Below is a selection of my own airship poetry, i hope you enjoy it. any constructive criticism is welcomed, you can contact me on the contacts page, airship poem page is always growing.
You'll find poems on old airships like the R101 and R33 to other modern airships like the skyship 500, i will be writing more and more and adding these to the site as i go.
Airships tend to lend themselves to poetry i find quite nicely, dreaming of large ships floating effortlessly above your head gets you dreaming, however the story's of These ships and how some met their end can also come over very emotionally.
All new poems appear at the top.
Cardington Airship Station
long live
RAW
If you have a poem on airships or Cardington and would like me to add them to the site just drop me a line.
i have started reworking my poems, re reading and improving them, so if you spot changes over the next few weeks do not dismay, they are getting better.
all Poems written on here unless otherwise stated are by me, if you want to use them for anything please ask me first, its nice to ask lol.
above is the poem read out by me, hope you like it.
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Old Photo, written 07/05/2012 inspired by the above photo of the crew of R101. old photo warn and crumpled damaged by times march faces all look proud young faces proud of what they are to do time is relentless a photo captures the moment years pass people age the subjects dont they are heroes everyone heroes of cardington forever young. A poem by T Monk. Yellow Fields As wind blows Over Yellow fields of golden flower bloom Two buildings seen on horizon Standing tall and proud The sea of yellow encroaches The sheds stand tall Greenness of one Rustiness of the other They stand firm and true Watching out They wait as parents wait for a Child's return But their child won’t return A sad tale of loss Of heroes of past years Their legend lives on Their story to be told Ships fly still form their cavernous halls Smaller than the child But proudness still fills locals hearts When an airships journey goes and starts Cardington stands still Cardington stands firm Cardington stands with great pride In yellow fields Bedfordshire Pride. A poem written by myself tonight 21/04/2012 Barrage Balloons at cardington.
written 05/04/2012 Balloons crews stand on duty Guarding uk skies Defending from the threat of bombs From wartime's glaring eye Crews come to cardington Small village with big sheds Home to airships years before Now balloon crews feet do tread In shed and airfield they do learn How balloons behave Valuable they are in turn Defending from bombers gaze So Cardington had its uses Not just for airships you know They Built and flew barrage balloons not so many years ago. A Poem by T Monk A poem written in 2005, appeared in the AHT journal Dirigible.
hope you like it. Skyship 500, Tis quite a small ship, White as the clouds, Apart from her red strip, You could hear her engines from miles around, The twin porches roared and filled quiet skies with sound, The first time I saw her I was quite afraid, I thought that aliens were going to invade, But this foolish action from a lad of just 4 could be forgiven when those old engines roared, As a boy I was transfixed, I lived for the dream and in 1986 I flew for real, What an experience, What a thrill, Flying in my ship didn’t give me a chill, The pilot was cool but the stubble burning was not, The poor little ship got bumped quite a lot, G-BIHN was the ship, G-BIHN started the dream G-BIHN is the reason im doing this now, So as I say goodbye, And put down my pen, I think of her now sailing above Cardington well. A poem by T Monk _new poem written by myself today 23/01/2012 first poem of the year, it is on HMA R101.
hope you like it, if you want to coment click on the facebook section above. Moody sky. A dark cloud crosses moody sky sailors of the air fly by majestic in day is replaced by disaster at night its how heroes are made how legends are born setting off in drizzly twilight gloom through dark night sky to historical doom they did not know their fate they only new their duty their future sealed completely their present time into fire they went their ship is gone so are they passed from life to legends men at work to heroes every one the survivors battle fires fury to emerge in dark nights storm seeing ship devour itself with fires relentless hydrogen hunger. the fire dies slowly a skeleton of horrific ships carcass shows fire gone but its fury clearly shown evidence collected by smartly dressed men ensign held by French soldiers the horror of events show on investigators faces they slide in mud and other residue of passed crews fate evidence collected skeleton remains of ships frame few months waiting scrap-men arrive framework slowly stripped metal remade into pots and pans and one more ship possibly grew from her death duralumin for Hindenburg's bones? A poem by T Monk New poem written today
What use is a shed I hear you cry Large lump of metal touching the sky Built in years gone passed To house ships that fly not that fast But they do have their uses In this day and age Airships still grace their halls of great height And in shed two Batman’s took flight A band has used them So Take That to the critics I hear you say The Cathedrals of Cardington Hip hip horray. A Poem by T Monk New poem written this morning about HAV and Cardington LTA has not had its day Hybrids will come Then the fun will HAVe begun Watch the Bedfordshire skies For dreams that fly From genius thought From design to flight HAV is coming So I bid you good night A poem by T Monk. New poem written on the 02/12/2011. sons of 101, a small poem about the last large scale ceremony for the R101, before the recent 80th, the year was 1980 and it was the 50th anniversary, i was two and stood watching on, cant remember much of the even as i was only two i do however remember some of it. here is my poem. ceremony Small boy standing on a mound Watching Buffs on parade March in Cardington To the ground Where 101’s sons were laid. Small boy wonders what’s going on Men standing round pure white stone Solemn faces on proud men Remembering the sons of 101 Small boy still there Not a care in the world Only 2 so too young to see The true meaning of this last ceremony Small boy of 2 Standing on his mound Grows as age marches round Remembering back in years to come Those solemn faces That Remembered 101 A Poem By T Monk Olympic dreams
A golden torch passes hallowed turf shadows of Giants cast down on runners path Ghosts of ships sail by as eyes watch the torch they also watch the sheds the Olympics are coming the torch is touring Bedford to cotton end its light shall shine on girders of giants standing watching observing we will all celebrate for the torch is coming the Cathedrals of Cardington proud old sheds of steel cast their spell on the minds who see them as the torch will also. we will cheer and celebrate who knows a ship may pass and fly the torch to London now that would be unsurpassed. A poem by T Monk The below poems is called A ship that sails in 3D.
A ship that sails in 3D Up down left and right Floating on the air magnificent airship site Engines move us forward Slow but steady speed Moving with the wind Can increase our speed Like a ship of the sea we sail A ship of the air we are If conditions are bang on We can travel quite far Flying on our carpet ride Light and feeling free Sunlight shines down on us As we look down to the sea So we sail but time has come For we now return to mast Our trip is over Until next time When we fly up with the stars. A poem by T Monk The below poem is about what happened to framework of Cardington's first airship R31, on scrapping the airship the framework was sold for firewood, there were issues with this which you will find out about at the end of the poem. scrapmans dreams hands get rubbed togeather pound sighns flash in eye's money he thinks is comming fire wood from the skies Cardington's first ship life's coming to an end rotting in Yorkshire shed framework made of wood so scrapman steps in say's he will take the lot sell it on for firewood a perfect job well done problems he will discover in the weeks to come for fires will not roar this time fire proofed wood is no fun. A Poem by T Monk My Boys are like me a look i had not seen for years the wonder on their face seeing a ship on airfield brought memories back to me of being as young as they are now seeing ships fly by getting dad to take me to that same old spot and see ships of the sky that look of wonder i remember it well same excited smile my boys are a chip off the same old block excited airship child my sons they make me smile when driving past the sheds same old questions id ask as child they asks them now instead are they open? is a ship out? can we go in them? they all shout time rolls on but patterns repeat imagination triggered in minds so sweet in years to come who knows what they will be airship fans just like me. A POEM BY T Monk HEROES OF CARDINGTON Darkness of a field at night Searchlights aimed at ship Silver lines of beauty Engulf your eyes You look but do not believe What your vision is showing This is not a dream my friend It’s in the past but real A ship of the air A mighty site Looks so powerful riding the mast Elegant lines flow from nose to stern Engine nacelles continue the theme Such vastness of structure Lighter than air But strongly built Past mistakes rectified New mistakes made A ship to dream about A ship also to have knight mares about As looking back at History you do not just see the beauty You see the horror How such a vessel can be reduced so fast To smouldering wreck How young men face a terrible fate at the hands of fires fury Such bravery of airship men will be remembered Honoured These are the Heroes of Cardington Their Names will live forever We will honour their bravery forever We will never forget them A POEM BY T MONK Ponder As I sit I ponder What might have been? What would the world be like? If large airships were still on scene Their story ended early Their time had came and ended For accident and rushed decision Destroyed glorious grand dream But they carried on Smaller ships by far Doing wonders still From tiny little control car But now their times returning Giants have come back Evolved into Hybrids A different new tack HAV’s they call them Due to fly quite soon Watch the skies people Whilst the Hybrids song does rise Glorious times ahead You wont believe your eyes A poem by T Monk A poem on the news today that the Hangar 1 vodka lightship A60+ had got ripped from her mooring mast in a freak storm early on the morning of Sunday the 14th of August.
it ended up in a 94 year young lady's back yard. A ship in the wind A mast in the morning No ship to be found Where had she got to No sight or sound A storm at night Ripped ship from mast Disappearing in the dawn Crew were aghast Lady asleep Not a care in the world A bang in the storm Is all that she heard A little old lady 94 years young Awakes to find A ship in her yard Not too shocked it would seem With a ship laying there Slept through the night Without even a care A Poem by T Monk New old cardington A long time ago In a Bedfordshire field A place was chosen For an airfield to build ships of a glorious size a feast of the senses a shock to the eyes A shed was needed A monster of steel Like a liner sailing through Green fields So with airfield acquired And shed built One more thing was needed A town was built to house the staff The seeds for shortstown were seeded So it started the town on the hill A neighbour of Cardington Numbers grew over the years To what this has now become Today a new area has sprung up Form the bones of workshop not long shut New Cardington as part of shortstown Should celebrate past glory For houses grow where ships once took shape Where gas bags filled and test inflate Where goldbeaters skin cleaned and prepared And engines tested Also a place where balloons were made Defenders of this country Balloons did their bit in WW2 A forgotten glorious history So new cardington you have begun Next chapter in this story As one of airships and RAF closes now Domesticated glory opens But over the fence History remains Two vast shadows cast over new cardington For the sheds will live forever In the hearts of everyone And ships will fly again From cathedrals of cardington HAV’s of all sizes Will grace these fine old halls New Cardington with old New houses and massive sheds New blood to be enthralled Cardington magic infects A Poem by T Monk THE GUARDIANS the guardians of bedfordshire stand on duty watching over fields tales of past glory one quite tatty one quite smart both imposing sites telling bedofrdshire travellers home is now in site A Poem By T Monk Batman and the sheds what stirs in shed 2 cameras roll directors shout an industry has moved in filming has came about secret is this shoot locals only get glimpses from structures seen through open doors to planes hung up on winches so what has Mr Nolan planned what will his film be like there digging up the airfield not sure that i liked as military trucks arrive new airstrip and trenches dug what can he be up to Mr Nolan what's to come all we can do is guess for not till next year can we see what this is for no doubt we'll all cheer for Cardington is home to ships that float lighter than air but it seem its also home to Batman's directors chair this is a good sign for both can live together WARNER BRO in shed 2 shed 1's airships forever. for more on the batman filming go to its page http://cardington.weebly.com/cardington-studio.html A Poem By T Monk. SK600 skyship 600 what a ship you are bigger than 500 state of the art by far zepp may have stole your thunder for that's a good ship too but SK600 we all still love you Porsche engines roar, lycomings too a sound like non on earth vectored thrust and ducted props make for perfect launch you have been flying for years now state of the art when launched now the years have passed and non bar zepp come close but sk600 your shape is still so good a perfect airship shape id say silhouette just looks so cool but most today are packed away in crates waiting a flight a shame that this fine ship in storage collecting dust at this time but she will rise again you cant keep a good ship down so until you hear those engines roar once more you'll have to wait your time for sure but she will return into the blue SK600 we salute you. A POEM BY T MONK A Cardington boy Excited at the sound Engines roar over head As a ship comes into land This boy jumps out of bed He knows what this noise is It can only be one thing Not a common copter And nothing with a wing For he grew up with airships watched them since he was 3 standing on an old combine Father next to me And then annoying his granddad Asking about old ships He’d sit and give him chocolate And tell me all there is So as this boy rushes out his door he stops and looks straight up A ship is right above the house Between the chimney pots This vision sets into his head Lights flashing and pilots wave a little boy In cardington its where airships are made A Poem by T Monk HAV will rise summer time is coming something big will rise A Hybrid vehicle of the air will grace those US skies when assembled and tested when ready to fly they'll bring their baby back to fly in UK skies short stay at US base then off again for war flying in Afghanistan a watchful eye for all. A POEM BY T MONK R31, the beginning.
What can we say on Cardingtons first the ship that started it all its framework of wood glued in place from Schütte-Lanz did come was a ship of war first of her type wooden construction made her nice and light a few side effects to alarm the weary for on tight turns this ship was bendy not used that much flying time not long for war was ending that horror now gone she was stored in a leaky old shed at Howden she was to wait sheds roof damaged by fire from 27's sad fate water leaked through sheds holey roof wooden framework absorbed water an enemy within rot came and did its worse end time approaching this cardington first people discuss her fate for a wooden ship that's water logged she was not in a good state her glue deteriorated over time the ship left to fail rotting away behind closed doors sad ending to this tale but there is one more twist in the tale of this sad ship because of scrap mans dreams cash from scrap is what he wished wooden structure that he bought it was to be re sold as fuel for fire but an interesting twist was fireproofed im told. A Poem by T Monk little old shed
Across the field From those big old sheds Stands a tinny building Too small to impress But history flows through it steel heart For this smaller shed had a mast in it’s past For this little shed Standing all alone With wind blowing round Farm machineries home This Was the place Mast as its heart The start point of R101’s final hurrah For this little shed Was at the base It is were the winches Pulled in ships with haste Powerful steam pulling the ropes Three wire system 12 men all it took Mast all gone now Took down in the war Its vast concrete pad A mast no more Stand there on its pad look up and see with mind open Imagine 210ft up then 777ft more away from your feet It is hard to do But if you can Silence will fall And so will your chin Time spent there eerie and quiet A place that brings back The time of giants But to the chap on the street Its just an old shed What was it for? Who knows and who cares But many do For this hallowed spot A place where ships of the air once docked. A poem by T Monk. a poem on the mast shed that still stands at cardington. Big Red Balloon big old balloon in the sky floating lower coming by heading to the sheds for a landing in style a close pass should induce a smile lining up getting height just right coming in low making sheep take fright drifting past shed 1's roof holes show up what a sad site an emotional view for a shed 1's roof needs restoration plans will induce a cheer from airship fans passing the roof now birds dart in and out drifting between the sheds a site of a lifetime's been had getting closer to the ground bump time and then stop the flight has came to an end amazing clips been shot thank you Martin for your clip it brings home just how bad shed 1's got over the years it makes us all feel sad but the owners do tell us restoration wont be long 2012 year end pencilled in party time will come then when fixed holes all gone that red old balloon please come along and retrace your steps and re shoot your clip a solid roof a happy trip. A Poem By T Monk inspired by a fantastic video of shed 1's roof. Pulham Pigs WW1 with pigs from Pulham you did fly gas bags in the air keeping a watchful eye patrolling shipping watching for signs of Uboats hunting waiting for the right time uboat spotted on surface signal the fleet mark its position then attack pretty quick u-boat spots you they get ready quick make good their gun and your in the drink so drop your bomb mark the spot incoming destroyers to finish it off job now done convoy safe signal for home with gods grace we remember you for the work you did with a proud name of the Pulham Pigs. A Poem By T Monk After the giants were gone after the giants were gone what happened with the sheds what happened to this hallowed turf its future far from safe but it was needed within 10 years of 101's sad loss cardington turned its top brains to defending king and country from Europe's darkest hour barrages of silver graced our cities skies made on Cardingtons watch crews did come an train cardington became alive balloons did prove their worth i thought they looked quite sad like an old donkey lurking in the clouds they were a deterrent they were a sign of hope they were a sign of Churchill will a two fingered salute to an evil chill we would go on and win the day cardington served us well those days. Cardington to the stars. buildings of steel standing in green fields attracting stars from far afield to work in their great halls from Mr Nolan to the Take that boys and even Goodyear tyres enjoyed the cavernous halls of Cardington's sheds such space under cover is rare it is said so they come they work so hard Goodyear's ships fly and Batman works hard and lately Take that return back to train for their latest tour it will def not be plain so it continues their use assured the Cardington sheds you will live on for sure. A poem by T Monk R100 Flying the Atlantic to Canada’s fine shores R100 you are a ship of awe Wonder entwines the local folks On seeing her moored at St-Hubert Her trip however was not that smooth St Lawrence bumped her from her groove Turbulence shot her up then down Ripping fabric Tearing down But her crew That sturdy bunch of men Fixed her up in flight They made her good to fly on And moored up in good time Moored at her mast of many shapes Of copper colored delights She attracted many folks Admired her silver lines Flights were made round about Trips for lots of folks To cheers of people on the ground A new dawn had just begun Time to go Load and leave The ship had done her thing A successful trip all in all No more could have been achieved So homeward bound did R100 go back to blightys shores Back to the mast at cardington Where her sister was soon to go For this was not the beginning This was more the end A sadder tale could not be told On how these sisters lives end How one goes down in France engulfed in flame and death And how the other Ripped apart Scrapped, an inglorious end. A poem by T Monk The below Poem is in support of saving Hangar 1 at Moffett field in the USA that is about to have its outer cover taken off and left to stand just as a frame, this cannot happen, show your support. link to their site here Moffett's Hangar One Steel structure with no skin Wind howls round your bones A ghostly shape of former glory A site of sadness show’s For this should not happen To Moffett’s Hangar 1 Historical and massive To be saved that’s what should be done If left striped of cover For nature to do its worst For wind rain and weather To rot its sturdy heart We knew its cover toxic That it had to go But it needs replacing To make it just like new To make this hangar good To make this hangar true Officials in officialdom Take note and make it true I write this back in Blighty Were our big sheds do stand Showing respect to structures In far off distant lands. A poem by T Monk 101's Bones. Her metal laid in fields Her fallen crew removed Laying motionless where she fell This ships bones protrude Investigators crawled the ship Trying to find clues What caused her final fault to show That punished all her crew. When investigation finished After many months in situ The scrap men moved in to finish her off Sad tale which is true Some men from German lakeside shores Came to see this wreck And when they left they took with them Duralumin bones to inspect Now what happened to this metal Many people ask Did that metal get reused In Hindenburg’s fine heart We will never know for sure If her bones were melted and reused Did the Jinx of Cardington Jump ship to Hindenburg and flew? A poem by T Monk Future dreams I wish I new the future Of what god had got planned For I would see fine aircraft High above this land Some say I am a little obsessed To them I say its true LTA is coming Flying out the blue. A poem by T Monk Hard days Blimpin As a new dawn comes A hard day of blimping has begun The sun’s golden light shines On Goodyear blue signs For a flight on their ship Came from out the blue But thank you Goodyear_uk Above London in the blue. A poem by T Monk we're Down Lads. Men lay in beds 2 in the morning comes Nothing seems untoward The journeys just begun As time passes History descends The peace of sleep is broken Disaster on a French hill Darkness fills the ship As she dives to earth Nose pulled up many times Height coxn pull with all his worth She impacts with the ground Journeys end starts here Men awake in their rooms Wonder replaced with fear “Were down lads” came the call From sky’s experienced mouth Moving through the ship Trying to get his lads up and out The fire she does come No mercy does she show Taking ship inch by inch Incinerating glow The men in their rooms They cannot escape The fear that they did face Through disasters evil grace With swift speed she spread wiping most out in her path The fire did come quickly With terrifying heart few men escaped From her evil grasp They lived to tell their story Of how their mates did pass. A poem by T Monk AIRFIELD OF OLD Airfield of old Quiet and still Your shed’s remain Peaceful and calm Airfield of old Stillness prevails Quiet serenity At peace with the world Airfield of old Only sound to hear Is the sound of wind And birdsongs cheer Airfield of old With your mighty sheds Hopefully remain untouched We need these sheds and airfield dreams Inspire young folk into aviation themes Airfield of old your 100’s nearly up The stillness will ease For restorations dream On one old shed Reality this means For hybrids return Will liven up this scene And once more Cardington will roar To airship engines A dream no more. Cardington Spirit A white spirit apears low over Bedfordshire's fields glowing bright at night and flying low to local peoples cheers for this spirit is good old freind her winged foot emblem means Goodyear is back from the Cardingtons sheds which makes the locals keen GBIHN A little ship with a big heart. i was 4 and very timid i was so young but the memory quite vivid standing straight with glee at what i had just seen on the back of a combine in a dusty old shed looking over fields to a shape with a touch of red this little ship first took flight and started me off with airship flight such a small ship from a distance you thought but when it came close how wrong you are majestically soaring over chimney Potts this ship was special, quite the star. her story ended quite sadly at mast the wind ruined this movie star but this ship will live forever for me as GBIHN we salute thee. A poem by T monk Not quite about airships but i liked it. a cloud can be plain yet vibrant a cloud can be calm yet violent thunderous roar, calamitous down poor lightning raging then calm once more. by T Monk. The Mast standing in a field like a beacon, waiting, the mast stands silent and calm waiting, the wildlife around carry's on, waiting, the distant drum of engine, waiting, the mad rush of people, waiting, the ship in the hands of the crew, waiting, the ship comes to the mast, waiting, engines still reverberating, waiting, the ship is on the mast, waiting, the ship is silent, waiting, engines have stopped, waiting, silence descends, waiting, serenity rules waiting. A Poem by T Monk Fields of France As she lay in the fields of France Broken star of the sky Her skeletal horror for all to see Laying motionless yet peaceful The horror of earlier events subdued but not forgotten. As she lay in the fields of France Men crawl her structure Looking for clues of her demise Finding the fallen through deaths horror of disguise Burnt heroes of the air As she lay in the fields of France People come to glare To see the ship laid bare Before their eyes As she lay in the fields of France Soldiers hold her ensign Tattered remnants that cling on to survival To show the world a poignant reminder Of Cardington’s 101 Nothing is left now in the fields of France Quiet serene nature The horror of fiery demise retreats to history’s protection But in a church on a wall The ensign still fly’s Singed battered but resilient to historical decay We shall remember you 101, Forever and a day. A poem by T Monk Above is the below Poem read by me, with pictures.
Sea of green. A block of white in a sea of green A grave to the fallen Stands with words that make you shudder 48 officers and men lay beneath this tomb for heroes As years have passed time heals the freshest of wounds But family ties run deep Generations pass but they all do remember them So should we all Come wind rain or shine it stands reminding us of their fate Its stands so we do not forget them We cannot forget them They pass into legend With the years to come we all grow old But the stone remains white It may tarnish on the surface But cleansing it makes it pure once more A symbol of remembrance So as we get old we pass on their story To the generations to come So they can look and wonder Be proud of those who took to the skies In Cardington’s ship of dreams. A poem by T Monk. A little airship poem
As ships of the air sail by I wish I was flying oh so high Into the blue up to the stars Touching clouds Dreaming afar a poem by T Monk |
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