Into A Dark Raging Storm, Tempest And Hail
Into a dark raging storm, tempest and hail
alas, sadly all was to be to no avail.
Twelve pounders broke loose crashing about
some over the wind praying in a shout.
Prisoners chained below all in great fear
great many had shed a tortured tear.
Captured when their frigate this enemy sank
praying for their life and safe bank.
Thunder rolled and invisible hammers pound
every loud creak an ominous sound.
That morn crew had blessed the arrowy sun
and good lord for all he had done.
Now hit by waves capable of breaking stone
each man felt terror and all alone.
Moment came when ship was tossed up high
and each one saw his life pass by.
Next splashing water and cursing the sea
survivors and no ship could they see.
Down it had went with prisoners in chains
sea graveyard dead,no longer in pain.
Found one life boat still there and afloat
six sailors climbed aboard the boat.
Storm had calmed enough for them to see
they may yet hold kids on their knee.
No longer daring to swear and deeply curse
thanks gave having survived the worse.
No time to mourn the stormy sea taken dead
each prayed to a merciful God instead!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015
A frigate /'fr?g?t/ is any of several types of warship, the term having been used for ships of various sizes and roles over the last few centuries. In the 17th century, this term was used for any warship built for speed and maneuverability, the description often used being "frigate-built"
(2.)" Twelve pounder"
The twelve-pound cannon is a cannon that fires twelve-pound projectiles
from its barrel, as well as grapeshot, chainshot, shrapnel, and later
shells and canister shot. It was first used during the Tudor
period and was commonly used during the Napoleonic Wars, 1799-1815.
At this time 12 lbers were largest caliber of long-barreled field
pieces, and were used both at long range against fortifications and
troop concentrations using round shot and against attacking infantry
and cavalry using canister shot. As such the 12 lber was a favorite
weapon of the Grande Armée. Later, redesigned 12 lbs were named after
Napoleon III and found heavy use during the American Civil War.
12-pounders were also carried on naval vessels of various sizes.
Unlike their land based cousins, such weapons were considered light
by naval standards. They formed the main armament of smaller frigates,
and were used on the upper decks of larger vessels, where their
relatively lighter weight would not be a problem. They were commonly
found on the quarterdeck of British Ships of the line like HMS Victory
though their main weapons were the larger 24 and 32 pound cannon,
capable of shattering the hulls of enemy warships and killing the gun
crews with a deadly shower of splinters.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having
a bad day.
Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't
help but ask "where is humanity?"
Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.
Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.
How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.
In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.
Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.
Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014
With beads of sweat on my forehead,
And my arms and legs cramped.
I concealed in a little locker
Away from the horrid mayhem.
Damp and worn; fear and torn
I seldom gasped for breath,
And even tried reciting
Othello, Macbeth and Hamlet.
Alas, all in vain!
Aware with each passing minute,
That I would face the same brutal end
As my tutors and friends.
I heard them moving closer,
I say a silent prayer.
With final memories of my beloved -
I await those crazy monsters.
"Bang, Bang!" I hear them shoot.
But it now sounds so afar.
I drift into a deep slumber,
When the door goes ajar.
Copyright © Radhika Bhangolai | Year Posted 2015
The Garden of Gethsemane
While Jesus was on earth, all creation felt His presence
and for a short interval of time, it breathed a sigh of relief,
for the Creator of Heaven and Earth had come into its view
and for Him to impart of His perfect peace.
But in the stillness of the night, somehow it seemed
the grass beneath His feet began to shudder and the trees quaked with terrifying fear,
for all creation was entwined with Him in great turmoil
while their Master shed great drops of blood and tears.
There were myriads of angels that came and went
in these moments ministering to the Bishop of our soul,
and the devil tried with all his might to kill Him there
but the Master of His life would not let go.
At one point of time when the trial was so intense
He cried, “Father if it be Thy will, from Me let this cup pass”,
but then He added, “Not My will, Father, but Thine be done”
and the Father gave Him the strength to last.
So He continued on His journey with added strength
for the joy set before Him and this is also what each of us must do,
fixing our eyes on the Master of Glory and what He has prepared
up in Heaven for me and for you.
We all have our “Gethsemane” moments in this life
though for certain not as severe as His,
because He paid the greatest of price for His dear children
so with Him we could eternally live.
And now, as I reflect upon Your agony sweet Jesus and in
that garden how You suffered so tremendously for me,
I gratefully come to this conclusion, my Lord
help me to follow You and finish my course no matter what the price might be.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Copyright © Marilyn Jennings | Year Posted 2015
WRITTEN 25TH FEB 2001
I love you all with my whole entire heart
every second, I'm left to wonder why we're apart
I try to work out what I must've done wrong
how many mothers sing this sad song
But there are no answers to my questions
Every year we have spent together
is now embedded, in my heart forever
I think hard and long
does this pain really belong
Still...there are no answers to my questions
Strength I once had to carry on
is nearly dead and gone
I say a prayer every night
to give me strength, to stay and fight
I still ask, "why us"
were we on the wrong bus
I weep a tear with every second
how do I live, like everyone reckon's
Still...I get no answers to my questions
I stay here fighting, for just one more touch
am I really asking way to much
I love my babies with every beat of my heart
please I beg you, stop keeping us apart
Still...no answers to my questions
I'm only left to Guess, that God's reason's
are truly his very own
I would like to let you know that this poem has actually be transformed into music which was mastered by Hollywood hits music production for the ongoing journey to be played in a movie or tv production. Far out I am gobsmacked.
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
blame, put the blame in perspective
turn the tables a bit
switch seats for a minute
feel the heat on your chest
bullets are flying,
who pulled the trigger??
was race an issue?
what lies are we all buying into...
the media only focuses on "what makes a good story"
there's always a victim,
the truth is never really clear
and usually its a one sided story.. its only one side that we hear
People take to the streets,
and sadly crap hits the fan before they get the facts
who's to blame... who should be held responsible??
death.. destruction.. hatred overflows
As I sit here and watch the news
I pray for humanity all over the world...
I pray for peace..
not just in my home...
I pray for yours
Copyright © ronnie dolph | Year Posted 2014
They said they loved me.
Then, the metal beasts came, soaring over me
Heaping dust and blood on our city streets,
As their lethal load hit like rain sheets.
I watched their love puncture the city walls
And sever the sinews off the boy and his ball
Leaving the mother crying for her son, then his dad
Till her tears meant nothing in the wailing myriad.
I saw the hate build with each blood drop
Drawn from the soldiers and innocent. Drop
For drop, survivors intend revenge upon this love shown:
This false love which spurs only hate till we’re all gone.
Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2014
Mankind rolling dices
causing another crisis.
From police shootings
to hoodlums looting.
Every month a new crisis
and we still have ISIS.
Did Revelations truly see
a certain crisis before WW3?
Mankind rolling dices
causing another crisis.
Melt down those weapons of Mutually Assured Destruction
or thermonuclear war will be the ultimate extermination.
Yes, the World is now MAD
and we'll miss what we had.
Or, will it be you, or you
who reduced us to a few?
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2014
January 17, 1961
"We pray," he said
"that people of all faiths
all races, all nations..
will come to live
together in a peace
the binding force
of mutual respect
“…in a nationally televised speech, Dwight D. Eisenhower addresses the American people for the last time as president. Expressing ideas that seem prophetic in retrospect, Eisenhower offered his fears and hopes for the future, warning against the unfettered growth of the "military-industrial complex," as he coined it, and calling for diplomacy, restraint, and compassion in dealing with future crises with the Soviet Union. Despite his sadness that peace was not in sight, the great Allied commander offered [the above] a closing prayer to the world from America.”
Copyright © michael walkerjohn | Year Posted 2015
Daddy, Daddy! I didn't mean to go!
I ran away from it happening! Didn't make it tho...
My mother, friends, family~didn't know, I was too young.
That trouble would find me in guise of a gun...
I can see you, I can hear all you never got to say.
My body gave out, but in your heart I will stay.e
In times when you need me,
I am here and you'll see~
that with God and my passing~
I SCREAM WITH ALL EVERLASTING!
NO MORE GUNS! NO MORE SILENCE!
0 TOLERANCE 0 VIOLENCE
(inspired by the shooting and death of a NORTHSIDE MINNEAPOLIS teenager)
Copyright © Bambi Graf-Burnham | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
it's not at our opt to stay
Live this life,
We breath trembling
Stepped With knife,
Hollering for help,
Honestly it gets us
Filled with worries
Trailed blood indicating
I see no breathing
It seem Departed.
Sobbing when she have been
Forced into it,
Her feminine spoilt by pirates
While she acts delinquently for rescue,
Arching left ensue
A many desired explained
Spending on eyes attired
Repined avail filled
Hood life gone us astray,
Good life come approach our way
Copyright © Sello Modiba | Year Posted 2016