Best Abandon Ship Poems
Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus, the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
Unanswered.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL
Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner
That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.
There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
And dwells in the shadows by day.
His nature is deception and violence
His power are death and decay
He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave,
Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.
The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.
The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
He send His Son by His swiftest ship
To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.
The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.
Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 12, 2016
“Abandon ship and from her flee
Better her than all be lost to sea.”
“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
“Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me.”
But Admiral calls from ships numbered three.
“Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning.”
Then company vanished, quick as a wink.
Left small, untested sailboat to sink.
Night reached down on vast ocean’s face,
And soon sea’s swells were by darkness embraced
Light blazed cross the sky, wind roared from the heat.
The blue’s anger and rage against terrified vessel did beat.
More and most fiercely Elpida battled the deep.
Up ‘til the moment Earth sunk in her teeth.
The storm screamed on, endless as the heavens are deep.
And for half a score years, the sun, from Captain's eyes, night did keep.
For two times for every five, did the captain despair
Lost upon foreign soil, abandon by fleet out there.
To stumble upon natives, fate had it be.
An amiable bunch, again the odd number three.
To restore broken vessel labored the four
Sew up the hull, repair ruptured floors.
And for time, two times, and three times more
Toiled this group ’til there was work no more.
And the sun, as, of course, it would be
Broke the horizon and bore new day on the sea.
Set the deserted again to conquer the deep.
No armada to accompany, but lone Captain, no fleet.
And now, even now, sails Elpida Berregin.
Meeting new worlds by way of the sea.
In all her travels she met again her former fleet,
But Captain did not the Admiral re-meet.
For they had become galleys of ghosts;
Galleys to whom the dead were tending.
Offering up a prayer, Captain took his leave,
And having left, returned to journeying.
“Abandon ship and from her flee.”
Perhaps they, but never me.
Elpida Berregin, mighty galleon proved by sea,
A crew member, forever yours, will I be,
And will serve your Captain most faithfully.
The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted.
In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth.
Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so he may shine.
'Tis to be a deliberate endeavor ... they call life.
An unaccountable ledger of sums ... know he the worth of it.
For in that great beyond is an opened book ... ere his youth.
There'd be certain measures that wretched body ... once unmasked.
Natures of a retired validity ... that aloof vainglory.
Tarries an elusive shell ... the semblance of human sorts.
A cub sponged in denizens hound ... the spoils of settled earth.
Masques of the poor scores yon ... and indifference spared them from their kind.
Their pain slices him whole ... in this grand finale of truth.
The role he crawl from under ... frees a den's claimed orphaned cub.
He conformed to their ways ... indulgence begets an awakening.
De-sands a timepiece from Giza ... transforms the silent lamb.
Qualities of Osiris ... no longer foxes kinsman.
Without manipulative truth ... mainly defines reality.
Loss crept e'er so close ... as circumstances affront him now.
The iniquities ... recorded in that hallowed ledger,
He lay claim to its authenticity ... 'twas him who'd inflicted;
upon those who were of wickedness ... and the righteous few.
He included self ... in self-afflictions of great numbers,
wherever the blame may lie ... be it concerning his existence,
thereupon points those sharpened fingers ... deserving of it.
Repentance for his sins ... subjugated through crying eyes.
His life for another ... sans a name or a face in lieu of tears.
They shared the deafening silence ... two muted distinct smiles.
One in tears looked onward ... to a face of blessed assurance.
The last boat edges off into the dark ... desperation arose.
A great clamoring ascends ... into the bitter abyss.
The hymn, "Nearer My God to Thee," ... the chaos stops to song.
Ships officer calls out, ... "Abandon ship, every man for themselves."
Lost lamb hopes his roll's called up yonder ... as his last words read ...
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
Yesterday I proved to myself that
all of my enemies and even some of
my friends were justified in hating me.
Troubles that I had started
seemed impossible to rectify.
So I planned on removing myself
far away from all of them -
away to the ends of the earth.
Now just a day later, I know
that will never make sense. It
looks irresponsible to abandon ship,
as if troubles ever go away.
I turned to God's word, I John 1:9
and found confession good for my
soul, seeking out my unrighteousness.
I started with God, and as He forgave me,
He started doing a work on my heart
cleaning up the junk that I have
let come between Him and me.
Though we try to rationalize them,
mistakes are going to follow us.
Here is how I will face my friends -
and others that I used for my own gain.
To apologize will be hard but I will
stay the course, run the race and win the prize.
God is the faithful one, and He will help me.
Oh, remorse is so beautiful.
I am sorry and I have come to
believe - “I am sorry” are the loveliest three words
In the world. They can lead to forgiveness -
Yesterday I was wrong.
1/29/14
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
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How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics, milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
p residence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dry ice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will upbringing fixed.
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.
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
The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought the lee
With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wracked.
The foc'sle went down, the stern rose on high
And in the next instant the ship yawed aside
The water rushed in torrents, the Bo'sun heaved a sigh
If the hatches gave way, then woe betide.
The men on the watch were tied to their posts
The lookouts puked blood, the buckets were filled
They stood out limned as outworldly ghosts
Clamping teeth with their might, their bones fully chilled.
The wind was a-roaring, it blew off the 'rafts
The riggings danced the stays started steaming
The boats in the davits went banging abaft
The klaxons went wild as they started their screaming.
"Abandon ship" blared the hailer as the Cap stood on the bridge
And soon was heard a sound that all hoped never to hear
A tearing, a snap, a boom, for gone was the ridge
Of the keel gave up it's struggle unable to bear.
The Cap stood his post as his men jumped overboard
Wrote in his log in indelible ink
Today I commend these lost souls unto thee my Lord
At this lat and this long did my doughty ship sink.
Thus ends my tale of those souls lost at sea
Not uncommon to those whose sea-legs are firm
For a tough life's their lot unlike the land lubbery
I've denied Davy Jone's Locker, I have served my full term.
~04 Jun 2016~
THE EMPRESS OF IRELAND
Two mighty workhorses, colliding Titans,
Leviathans of the Saint Lawrence river.
Devastation’s maritime wrecking balls,
Slamming head on, even after the warnings
Sounding, had been given, by Captain Kendall.
Emerging on the starboard side, a distant light
Did shine, from the masthead on high.
The tramper steamer, S.S. Storstad,
Heavily loaded by coals freight,
Didn't hear the captain's hailing.
Lost within an eerie, thickened fog bank,
All hands struggled in full reverse,
But the wheels of fate, had been set,
In motions wake, and it was
Coming straight towards them, at
Rapid speeds full velocity.
Horns rang out, life boats were lowered
Broad side, voices yelled abandon ship,
Captured unaware, shaken from their beds.
Passengers scrabbled to the higher
Decks elevation, as the chilling waters
Slashed through the torn apart,
And breached forward hull.
Death's black ghost ship, lies moored
Near by, ready to take on board, it's
Newest crew members, the grim
Reapers flag, flies at half mast.
Until the full compliments roll call, has
Been filled, by the dead's unwilling
Volunteers.
Clinging to the life raft of spiritualism,
The living pray, for a last reprieves
Salvation, a miracle to save them,
But hell's vessel awaits and it's
Master has no mercy.
Histories stretches a gray shroud,
Across the debris field, as their
Voices grow silent, beneath the
brimey deep.
A lone, cold, monument does stand,
At Rimouski St-Germain cemetery , in Quebec, Canada.
Expressing the details of this misfortune.
But it will never satisfy the sorrows felt,
By the survivors or family members
Whom were lost that early May morning.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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.
Since I was the oldest of three sisters with a mum,
As my dad had died when I was at an age young,
I thought I’d join the navy to help out my family,
But I excluded the black segregation code anomaly.
In training our instructors gave us our work, hard,
But you could work up to being the mates, guard,
Of the officers, an intimate situation, all food made,
You would know everything after a while, anticipate.
Because I was black, I could only serve an officer,
But I was told the job was essential, but felt inferior,
Even though I knew many men that were jealous of me,
‘Cos we used to train men in flag control and gunnery.
We felt like a mobile target as planes bombed often,
The ship got repaired when it was replenished, ben,
But one morning after I’d been out, Cinderella Liberty,
Another black man came down, there was a calamity.
It was the Pearl Harbour bombing and the ship got hit,
Torpedoes fell onto us but did not explode, not writ,
But they went right into the hull and made our ship tip,
Such that eight minutes later the ship was history, a quip.
Upon the command abandon ship, I got through a port,
‘Cos I just knew not to put a life jacket on for passport,
We got to the walkway outside the captain’s cabin,
And then swam for Ford Island, our own safety to win.
I was hit in the head, the shoulder and the leg,
But was with a corpsman, a nurse, who had the peg,
Who saw me to Ford Island First Aid Station, his duty,
Then I went to the submarine base hospital, a casualty.
My friend Dorie Miller from when I was at school,
Saved the captain and his officer, he did not fool
With race, when on board the USS West Virginia,
But only got the Navy Cross because of his colour.
He should’ve got the Congressional Medal,
‘Cos that was what you got for that pedal;
He only didn’t get it because he was black,
Which is not fair when I pensively look back.
I came to say, I cannot stay, I know I must be going, in the royal unreal realm
of simple selfish self, shedding/shredding of the u/me/my shydom charade of people poor of word, thought, premise and promise, but lay waste to words
more of toiled terdom, lest of prostrate para phrase, some ill of chance, some driven by mere sillo cir-cum-stance, but yet all speak of shillshock silly ro ma nance. When I read your
words, and see your shallow thoughts, I think of co intentions derived, so fleshily fractured in lieu of rectal information that I see only all slow contrived, love lived unrealized.
You can take yourself, so important, so reliant that no one else can u be, yet when alone you pray, your wishes seem to say, the love you've seen to sow, is what you've slain and all your own is forgiven forever and a day. Turn back your so so speak space indifferential don't ever slack to remember your place in loves real time rhyme, when you learned that just to love is as good as to be loved, unless it is meant to be by a willful non being, guilty to of all that is knowing, not knowing unforgiving un less you
thinkthank you could, be awful good and not pre pursue a moment that all is said in non normal nomenclature alphabet albeit I follow you in all of my instincts to let you gogo. I see all that is you and wallow in your everpresence of my own loud aloneness yet faux pause for your anoited
allowance of love forgiveness in our togetherness aplenty. When love ends
and couples cease to exist, where does love go??? When do u abandon "ship".