I'm Captain Hokum of the British Admiralty.
May I offer you a spot of tea
and tell you of my master plan
conceived in the Sea of Japan?
I set a bottle adrift, afloat,
and included in it a nifty note
which read: "If you find this vial or urn,
put in one sixpence,and return".
l ron hubbard, aimed amiss at Coronado islands.soon captain no longer, relieved of command' Also Husband E Kimmel
For Pearl. Had to carry the can! From fiasco to disaster.'
Either didn't really plan' one trained 'guns willy nilly'
The other got caught' with terrible life tolls' all ships trapped
In port! So retribution was given (under maritime law) as I
Understand things? Anything else would be poor.' So what
Of the actions.? Of commanders in chief.? Should they
Endanger their charges, and their country in breif' can there be
No reprecussions? No treasonous charge? In my estimation i find (such a proposition) too hard' to hard for
Comprehension 'specially should there be willfull intent' in
Knowing of disaster yet never to relent.! I have heard so
Much of the gravitas of Admiralty law! Part of the base of
The governance for co-hesion and so much more.' If you're
Prime minister or even President grand' can you carry out crime withought compunction
Let treason be planned.? denigrate your own citizens? And
Care not one bit.' Cause murder and destruction yet think
You will not pay; not one whit..!
They don’t part with loyalty:
Members of The Royalty:
Raiders grabbing a booty:
Just judge it your First Duty…
Big fault of The Royalty;
You can’t dodge its penalty:
Of unpleasantness fruity,
The chimney-black and sooty…
For true shows of loyalty
They must head Admiralty,
Their seats nicely Velvety;
Your Football Match Novelty…
All escapes from penalty
A drama of loyalty:
One’s back bending for kings sword
With its delicious “My Lord”;
Always from His Majesty,
“An Undeserved Amnesty”…
My Next World: A Royalty
On shoulders of loyalty.
Floating, adrift in icy water; like discarded driftwood
(his Commander, Warrand, bravely stepped aside to let him pass)
the sole survivor so thought Ted; of the proud and mighty Hood.
Then came Bill, and Bob, three, from one thousand four hundred eighteen
ripped and torn apart from Admirals to seamen second class.
Brave souls all, who crossed the bar that day, a crew, a brotherhood
through a flaw in Hood's design. They knew; The Royal Navy brass.
Just before 06:00 on 24th May 1941, HMS Hood was struck by several German shells, exploded, and sank within 3 minutes, with the loss of all but three of her crew of 1418; Midshipman William Dundas, Able Seaman Bob Tilburn, and Ordinary Signalman Ted Briggs. The British Admiralty was aware of her vulnerable deck armour
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Date wrote: 23-July-2021
Those illegal acts
are sort against each other
who was right brother
Carrying ammo
playing outside of the rules
the Brits more fool them
No flags were flying
her identity disguised
wise decision, not
She went down quickly
just eighteen minutes in all
as near 1,200 lives now gone
A ship downed so soon
did 173 tons of ammo and shells
aid the quick sinking
Still up for debate
here lies the anger and hate
and starts the blame game
Turner faced trial
for his part was soon absolved
But; with heavy heart
Admiralty lies
to collateral damage
as to aid the war
Was Schwieger’s wrong choice
just a catalyst of truth
to the lies beneath
Indiana Shaw . . . : /
The Waters
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
I crave the aquatic, Atlantic admiralty
Death shall bring reefs
Aboard seaborne ships
Waters, Lakes, Seas
All moisten around me
'Waters!' said I, 'thing of neap tide.'
To warn me about the marine
The accommodating arapaima arousing
Eagerly I looked forthe waters…
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A touching sip
Glimpses now grip
A Woodlands trip
Old times come round
Feel the same grounds
Old touch new found
A train ride tells
Styles a fond spell
Just where you dwell
A new blank page
Ideas now stage
A lovely age
Studio suite arts
A brand new start
To lift your heart
Words tell we care
Squeeze cheer that pares
Warm happy fare
Once again here
We meet new spheres
To purge limp fear
In a glimpse fond
View the new pond
Joy in old bonds
Fond chat finds zest
Old friends know best
Humour wit's fest
Old Admiralty
That north country
Craft of fancy
Just for a while
Good times now style
Fond cheery smiles
Fond memory
Breeds chemistry
Kind happy spree
Cheer finds the way
To bloom each day
Watch joy portray
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2017
Singapore
Henry Morgan is my name
Being a pirate is my fame
A landlubber wasn't for me
Fortunes were made at sea
From port and starboard cannons roar
Through Spanish ships cannonballs tore
Strike your colors or face our scorn
Cutlass and pikes will make you regret being born
Merchant ships we looted, plundered and sank
Prisoners were ransomed or walked the plank
Raiding West Indies settlements was fun
Loved the pieces of eight, wenches, and rum
The Governor shivered at night in bed
His King put a price on my head
Buccaneers way were over or face harm
Keep on and you will swing from the yardarm
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Sir Henry Morgan,
Nickname "Barbadosed"
born 1635,
died 25 August 1688 (age 53)
The Pirate Who Invaaded Panama in 1671
Buccaneer and pirate, admiral and general, country gentleman and planter, custos and judge of the court of Vice-Admiralty, governor and knight ¬ all are titles he held
Untimely death, why come so near
To taunt my soul with mortal fear.
I cannot go – so unprepared
So full of life and yet so scared.
The world’s held nothing for me but strife
And yet, O god, I cling to life.
A fatherless boy in a Gorbals slum
Who owes his being to a tot of rum.
The industrial school with its air of blame,
The endless fight to renounce its shame.
And then the slump with its hunger march
That swept its way to Admiralty Arch.
The years of depression without any hope
With nothing to do but sit and mope.
The look of misery in the children’s eyes
With nothing to offer but bread and lies.
The relief of war and work at last
A future for those who had no past.
Must I lose it now, with scarce a taste
Of the honeyed joy in the desert waste;
Must the death knell come as my life began
To a forgotten link in the chain of man?
Who fought Alone
Untimely death, why come so near
To taunt my soul with mortal fear.
I cannot go - so unprepared
So full of life and yet so scared.
The world’s held nothing for me but strife
And yet, O lord, I cling to life.
A fatherless boy in a Gorbals slum
Who owes his being to a tot of rum.
The industrial school with its air of blame
The endless fight to remove its shame
And then the slump with its hunger march
That swept its way to Admiralty Arch.
The years of depression without any hope
With nothing to do but sit and mope
The look of misery in the children’s eyes
With nothing to offer but bread and lies.
The relief of war and work at last,
A future for those who had no past.
Must I lose it now, with scarce a taste
Of the honeyed joy in the desert waste.
Must the death knell come as my life began
To a forgotten link in the chain Of Man
Im happy as long as im free
so why live by admiralty?
im not on a boat
my thoughts make me float
this continent isnt a sea
The birches and the lindens –
in hair have fire.
On the road is noise –
The white horse runs.
Autumn, as a sorrow,
has spread everywhere.
Where, from whom
do you hasten,
my Prince with the gray eyes?
Night has lowered its black velvet downwards,
Month ate stars –
And has bitten own language.
Hi, Prince!
Stop your horse, please,
And take me with you!
We shall rush off very far
And we shall sing songs of joy
instead of our grief.
We shall rush off together with a wind,
And our eyes will be laughing again!..
But already, Morning came back,
and my Prince is not near me any more
Only again, there is Admiralty,
The magnificent Hermitage near Neva,
the yellow leaves on the water
and shout of machines and trams in autumn St. Petersburg.
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