There was a time they grew thick and fair.
I thought them friends. They'd always be there.
What made them loosen up their grip
and say, at once, "Abandon ship"? -
my long lost, faithless, hair.
His name is spoken, heard and seen
As part of every goddamn scene
Sweet be a cap on every bottle
It all goes on, without a throttle
A new banknote? Oh, there he is
The Arc of Trump? Well, soon be his
The Center for Performing Arts?
Rename attempt, sans playing parts
Half of White House's gone for good
Big void where once the building stood
Leave stains, not marks, is way to go
Our pride’s absorbing every blow
A golden phone, "Made in US"
Except it's not and what a mess
Cashed in our loyalty like a chip
When crypto fails, abandon ship!
He yells and screams and stomps his feet
So, heads of states are rife with grief
Hey, "pay attention to this matter"
Or chance become a worthless splatter
It's one step forward, two steps back
"Go make a deal or we attack"
The weak and meek don't win no war
Phone calls end war, he’ll stop few more
Vane jester of his own court
Amusing pledges, then abort
It hurts to watch, foresee effect
Entire world's pain in the neck
Forgiving History wouldn't be
No lion shall behave like flea
With vanity's his love affair
Except in bath, it's good nowhere
May 30, 2026
I can’t abandon ship because
The watchers of the show
Won’t let me in - their gates are closed
So there’s no way to go
Among the horde of savages
I’m of no face and name
Appointed to cause damages
To fit the guessing game
How soon I’ll sink in agony
They’d raise their glasses high
To cheer me up, before I flee
Out of their world to mine.
Poetry Soup
Is like a ship
floating along without it's crew.
AI pirates
are now steering the vessel
but I'm not enjoying the view.
Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
I use to be too hip through I was the captain of the ship, well equipped.
Until I had one too many toots, one too many nips, I tripped then flipped the script I had to abandon ship.
Now ain't that a blip, when you start taking toots and taking nips once the get a grip, it becomes a dictator ship and all you get is gypped.
So take a tip, when you're trying to be too hip, you'll just wind up a drip with your face in the dip.
Mary Marion Williams, is one of twenty three,
rescued and surviving the North Atlantic sea,
Fate is a fickle friend, to have upon your side,
For if destiny is written, there’s no need to have a guide.
Mary believed in fate, so had no fear at all,
when on that dreadful night,the steward gave a call,
“abandon ship, we’re sinking” he rapped outside her door,
Then suddenly ,an explosion threw her to the floor.
She did in no way panic, Just picked herself up and dressed,
Paused for a moment, to root inside her chest,
she was struggling up the gangway,as the ship began to list,
Fate again was there to help, when someone grabbed her wrist.
Do not worry ma’am, a voice above her cried,
I am not, she said I know I'm safe, for fate is on my side.
she was helped to a lifeboat, by a member of the crew,
and looking round, she found she’d joined,the other twenty two,
Fate took a hand again,for our lucky ladyship,
She was picked up the very next day, by a Royal navy ship,
Who just by chance or maybe fate,
Happened to be passing, upon that very date.
This poem is a work of imagination, any likeness to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Waters around the Arizona seethed,
burned with blood and oil
as Chaos gripped the Harbor.
Uncle Bud reeled about the deck.
His voice rising against the din:
“Abandon ship! Abandon ship!
Abandon the goddamn ship.”
That afternoon
in a makeshift medical camp
he died from shrapnel wounds.
My grandmother told me years later
that he had saved others.
Fire, flesh, and smoke dissolve into the sweep
of a larger panorama
when volcanoes formed these isles.
In Iowa, the family gathered at church
to celebrate with a brunch
the first Sunday of Advent.
Father MacDonald announced the attack.
People scurried home to huddle around radios
that crackled with static.
Forty years later,
a fine ash from Mount St. Helens passed
over Grandma’s grave-side service.
And she rests next to her son.
Her mother-of-pearl music box,
the one Bud had given her,
almost kept her company.
But she willed it to me.
I placed it on a shelf by her picture in the living room.
It still plays.
When everyone wants peace,
but war is reality.
When love should conquer hate,
but they only retaliate.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When science has all of the answers,
they say that there is no God.
They say, life just happened by chance,
well then, just what are the odds?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It's plain for those who see,
he doesn't care about you and me.
Who really has all the power,
He's in his final hour.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When the blind lead the blind,
don't they both fall in the pit?
Who's the ruler of mankind?
Isn't it time to abandon ship?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It is said that God is love,
we know that it is true.
If he was ruling the world right now,
Just what would you do?
John Derek Hamilton
Jan 29,2013 revised October 14,2013
poem version of song of same name.
It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to save having to lift it
but a female robot voice boomed out and made me go and shift it.
After that it beeped and flashed as everything got scanned,
all items being packed away exactly as I'd planned.
Until I moved my shopping bag for another I'd be using
then 'Red Alert!' all hell broke loose,
the staff all stared, accusing.
Enough's enough- abandon ship, why let this thing unnerve me?
I'm off to find a corner shop, and let a human serve me.
from the sandy bottom
up periscopes
from depths,
hidden in the sea
of thoughts,
through an ocean
of memories
scanning the distant horizon,
in vision
my rising sun
as my waters swell
a saviour,
my soul motions
drifting a wave,
dreaming
beautiful sunshine
drop anchor,
paradise with palm trees,
the ocean calls
touching beautiful colour
handing out
mother pearl,
this treasure
from deep
my mutiny
abandon ship,
lost
on this island,
alone with you
upon the rocks
on this sandy shore
I sit
holding hands
in the spray
of beauty
like a rainbow
colour of light
you
to romance
the very stones
on the rocks
that you sit
merman
calling to you
mermaid
Fear ~ Who do you think you are?
And what gives you the right
To infiltrate my senses and trigger me to flight?
From the depths of my mind, you creep with expert stealth,
Like a thief in the night, you rob me of my health.
And while you have the key, you steal away my sanity
I'm held so tightly, in your grip, that I lose myself and abandon ship.
TLH © 07-26-2012
Abandon ship! Were going down!
down to Davy Jones' part of town.
captain and crew both their fate to be,
for they all comprise one entity.
flooding complete,
no space to stand,
sink or swim,
come on and take my hand.
a guide to where you need to go,
lost between sane and the shadows.
is it I to blame for what has happened,
or was it a plan,
take my mind and take my passion.
My mind is lost like of set of keys
but memories are as clear as water
why so much stress when there is no stress
why where things so easy but know are much harder
thoughts are so strong
but my body is so weak
force down a road where all eyes are on me
face towards the ground avoiding all negativity
but courage lifts me up
hopefully bringing me to prosperity
but courage is only so much
and my search for bravery isnt even close
its like im livin my life on an abandon ship
surrounded by ghost
every day every hour i see a thunderstorm coming
but no ones running but me
its like I'm the only one stuck with this craziness of anxiety
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