Best Aircraft Carrier Poems
How About This for Veterans Day
A monthly Monday morning military meeting
Would be great for them as way of greeting
Talking about things happening another day
Of past successes and prices they had to pay.
Enlisted Term of Service (ETS) had expired
Veterans honorably left service or retired
And here a home they all have selected
Exist in society again and highly respected.
Should show them what they mean to us
Give them this one day a month to discuss
And talk about old times gone by and past
That in their many minds will last and last.
May have survived or died across an ocean
Have priest do a one day a month devotion
Who is of sound mine, body and good health
Even retired veteran with knowledge a wealth.
A 0700 meeting on 3d Monday of each month
would be a great way to show how much we
appreciate them like all. I am preparing this poem
out of respect for those to be recognized on this
great Veterans Recognition Day. My dad was killed
in an accident on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CNA-11
now in New York Harbor. This makes me a War
Orphan and I am also a retired veteran myself.
James Thomas Horn
Retire Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
He Had to Start Crying
Was terrifying,
So he had to start crying;
People were dying.
The hopes and fears of all the years
Did not create any crocodile tears
Were real as can be each and everyone
What if had been your daughter or son?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran. Poet and Father
My son was killed in a fishing accident
and my father was killed in an accident
on board Aircraft Carrier Intrepid. I know
what I am talking about and doubt if
some others do on TV discussions.
Take my hand, walk with me.
I'll show you fragments from my life.
Its broken sidewalks,silently paved by broken souls,
their anger pent up from a world war.
I'll show you soft winters of a child and his sled.
The burden and frustrations of being a teenager,
in the sixties.
A President murdered,water fountains with signs,
blacks only,whites only.
Cities burning, gas rationing, fear of nuclear annihilation.
My shattered dream and short stint as a professional athlete.
My years on an aircraft carrier that sent pilots to war,
to the old man I am today.
I hitch-hiked across the country,a year lost, or a year spent
and asked nothing from any one, except truth.
I care little for those who think themselves important,
it's a waste of energy and it becomes folly.
I built a business and retired from it,
to hold my grand-children close.
If this poem gives you pause,
then writing it claims its purpose.
4/8/15 contest..bio of a poet
It’s time to board the Aircraft Carrier
You are welcome to step inside
Flying like a nitrous boosted harrier
That’s zooming down a greased up slide
The destroyer lurks on the horizon
We ready the poetic torpedo
In time for our dramatic liaison
Which will increase our verbal libido
I hope you look forward to reading our works
To bask in our poetic manner
Our ponderings have already irked
But our syntax is strong like an angry Bruce Banner
We will not be silenced by the Soup
We will stand tall to carry Aircraft
We will sometimes fly a loop-the-loop
We will poke you with our poetic shaft
Over and Over
Over and over when I am near an ocean
My mind becomes full of love and devotion
For sailors on ships who served and died
Comrades rest on ocean floor and do abide.
What I want to do each and every day
Is on an ocean beach shore begin to pray
About memories that are there for me
Of dead sailors souls which were set free.
Often, several times and again and again
Will think of the women as well as men
Giving lives so that victory may be met
For freedom on ocean as sun doth set.
On vast expanse of ocean new days begin
And many places on it we have all been
Maybe happy or with things hard to bear
Knowing our omnipotent Lord is there.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Iyase, Some great comments and concepts. My father died in an accident while on board the Aircraft Carrier CVA-11 on night of August 6th, 1956. No one ever knew
what happened. He was missing for 23 days in the Mediterranean Sea and his remains were found on the shore of the Island of Sicily. His body was buried at sea off the Island of Sicily in 200 feet of water. Services for him were conducted aboard the ship. His body
was identified by laundry markings. It was determined that both his neck and hip had been broken. He fell 80 feet to his death. He was last seen at 10 PM that night. A Naval Officer came tour door at home and notified us of his death. Another service was performed at the local Navy chapel located on Norfolk Operation Base (NOB), Virginia.
Just wanted to give you an idea of all that had happened. I was 15 on June 26th, 1956
and had three younger sisters and two younger brothers. I was constantly in search of a father figure all of my life. Being that you took the time to appraise my poem, thought that you deserved this explanation. Many poems are related to specific incidents and happenings.
Best Regards,
James Thomas Horn
A TOUCH OF NOSTALGIA (Fitton Hill Story Group)
When we were little we would all gather our favorite toys – a fireman and ladder, an aircraft carrier and RAF plane, a wooden top and whip, with marbles in the rain.
We’d make our own toys, from shoeboxes and planks, houses and go-carts – whatever we could chance.
The best toys we ever saw were wooden bricks and Meccano, a walking, talking singing doll, Tin Can Alley and Lego. We’d peer at the train-set through the window of the toyshop with a slot outside where your coin would drop.
Our favorite games with friends we’d play. Snakes and ladders, hopscotch, darts on a rainy day, in the house and on the street. Through army games we’d make believe - “Gather the troops, prepare to battle bring your sticks, perfect your Sten Gun rattle!”
The Obstinate Lighthouse
It was off the coast of Newfoundland in the year of nineteen ninety six
A humble little lighthouse, against a fleet of mighty ships
Lights flickering in the night time and the Americans did say
Beholder of the light ahead, you are in our way
We are the USS Abraham Lincoln, an Aircraft Carrier, of Might
I demand you change your course to North, unless you want a fight
We are the USS Abraham Lincoln, the second largest ship
I have you on our radar screen, you are but a little blip
Cruisers and Destroyer’s, they steam along with me
A mighty fleet of war machines, do not mess with thee
Change your course immediate, move out of our way
Your obstinance annoys us, what do you have to say
The Canadian voice responded, you do not frighten me
I am solid and stand firm, like the mighty great oak tree
Saving souls is my work, here I stand like a rock
So open up your big fat mouth and insert in it, a sock
I am but a little lighthouse, I have no power to prove
USS Abraham Lincoln and the fleet with which you cruise
I am staying put, my friend, it is you that has to move.
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18/12/2018
A Military Brat
Before have not been in mortal combat,
And yet still I once was a military brat;
To Mom's dismay,
Did enlist one day;
Wore an Air Force uniform with their hat.
Jim Horn
My dad was killed in an aircraft accident on
the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVN-11 now in
the New York harbor.
Veterans Day is coming soon.
MILITARY NAMES
Names are chosen to suggest aggression;
Anything smacking of peace is for suppression.
Soviet subs are Typhoons not Seabreezes.
The USAF flies Eagles, not Robins
And it’s a Tomcat, not a Tabby cat,
Real men fly a Hornet not a Butterfly.
The British prefer Harrier to Supporter.
Native American names can include
The Tomahawk but not the Prayer Bead,
And the Apache but not the Micmac.
No doubt a new aircraft carrier
Could be called the Charles Bronson
But not called the Oscar Wilde.
He came from a prominent family his achievements not denied
In school he was a scholar, in the Navy served with pride.
In the war he was heroic putting his life on the line
Which is documented in the movie titled ”PT 109.”
1956 he wrote “Profiles in Courage” which was great to no ones surprise
In fact its impact resulted in winning a Pulitzer Prize.
He spent 7 years in the Senate and was always highly respected
So he ran for our Nations highest office in 1960 he was elected.
Bay of Pigs, Cuban Missles, Berlin Wall, just a few situations to mention
They were all causing crisis’ he gave them his utmost attention.
22 November 1963 in Dallas, Texas his life was suddenly done
He was murdered riding in a motorcade by a bullet from an assassins gun.
A truly great American who served his country well
The shock this nation felt that day words could never tell.
However in his memory his name is on display
An airport, aircraft carrier, and many schools are named for JFK.
Libraries, museums, and universities all named for JFK
A Center for Performing Arts, what more is there to say
So this is my tribute to JFK it’s the best I have to give
He is someone I’ll look up to for as long as I may live.
Rest in Peace JFK!
Written by Ralph Taylor 05/25/10
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Repost of In Memory of Arthur Frederick Horn
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
He came from a prominent family,
his achievements not denied.
In school a straight "A" scholar,
in the Navy served with pride.
In the war he was heroic,
where his life was on the line,
which is documented in the movie,
titled "PT 109".
1956 he wrote "Profiles in Courage,"
its success was no surprise.
It resulted in him winning,
the coveted, Pulitzer Prize.
He spent 7 years in the Senate,
he was always highly respected.
He ran for the U.S. Presidency
and in 1960 was elected.
The Bay of Pigs and The Cuban Missiles
as well as the Berlin Wall,
crisis situations,
he gave full attention to them all.
An assassin's bullet took his life,
22 November 1963,
in a motorcade in Dallas,
that no one could foresee.
A truly great American
who served his country well,
the shock this nation felt that day,
words could never tell.
However in his memory,
his name is on display.
An Airport, Aircraft Carrier, and many schools
are named for JFK.
Libraries, museums, and universities,
all honor JFK.
A Center for Performing Arts,
what more is there to say?
This is My tribute to JFK,
it's the best I have to give.
He is someone I"ll look up to,
for as long as I may live.
Rest in Peace, JFK
Something I have long suspected
Might very well happen is in fact
Already moving full-steam ahead
Towards our seeming desolate shore
But this bit I might as well confess
Is way out of the extra-ordinary fare
That the poets had long presaged
Albeit not with appropriate conviction
But when I heard that the French were en route
I knew that the British had already touched base
And when I heard that the Russians were coming
I knew the Americans were lurking somewhere
But now look! Our waters are no longer ours
They are teeming with foreign sea vessels
They have been claimed by mighty powers
That care not that we have a contrary view
Look closely, my friend, and you will be shocked
You see that small floating antenna way out there?
That marks a Russian super espionage submarine
That to the right over there is a French equivalent
Turn, turn this way, my friend, you see that bird?
Why has it not moved since we came on the scene?
Ah, it is because a bird it is not, my dearest friend!
It is a dummy marking the location of a submarine
This one is Britain’s most sophisticated submarine
That patrols and gathers information in this region
Now put on this pair of binoculars, will you, dearest?
I want to show you something that will shock you.
You see that castle that seems to be slowly approaching?
Now that is an aircraft carrier, an airfield, in our waters.
This place is teeming, as I said, with les gens d’espionage
So now, dearest, your leave I must take to rejoin my team.
Bounty Hunter Born and Bred
An excellent movie, by me was seen
About bad man who had been mean;
Would think and much time did devote
When this poem would finally be wrote.
Terrible Tom Horn had died today;
For his dirty deeds now must pay;
Being bounty hunter born and bred;
Pretty soon would be found dead.
Philandering person who they hated;
In saloon for a while, He had waited;
Then would take a short single breath,
Then did shot the poor soul to death.
From life Horn would be set free
Was hung from branch on a tree;
Shot many people who would die;
For his death, this is reason why.
James Thomas Horn
Norview High School, Sophomore
Norfolk, Virginia
Wrote this after seeing the movie Tom Horn and was 15 years old
just after my dad was killed on
the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid.
Dad Did Die
Why was it really meant to be?
Dad did die serving his country
Me and my family are left alone
Each day when the sun had shone.
I am still so lonely each night
And sad tears off have to fight
Never receiving a one last kiss;
Him forever will always miss.
It is now another Veterans Day again;
My dad was one of many mighty men
Who for country had given his all
And for him one day God did call.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Bolivia, NC Name of Father
Arthur Frederick Horn, CPO, AOC, USN
USS Aircraft Carrier Intrepid CVA-11
Killed on August 8th, 1956