Best Cruise Poems
When the party’s over, the rising sun shines, with all eyes squinting
Make-up smeared on face’s, some have slimy snail skin
A woman waiting for a gent to light her cigarette, just hinting
Last thing she remembered the drink in her cup sink’n in
Alas a smoke from the one glaring all night, even his lighter is glinting
That night she lost her balance, her head, and her Gucci slipper
Though in costume, she didn’t feel like Cinderella anymore
Drunk-on champaign they went out to the marina for a dipper
Everyone dancing all night, felt great, with music galore
At the stroke of midnight, on a yacht, a first mate and his skipper
Swirling in gay abandon in her party dress, putting on a show
The first one to leave is deemed a killjoy in this circle fest
They pulled an all-nighter, ‘neith the shroud of the moon’s luscious glow
The first one to leave the event, was weary, in the state of unrest
The sun is setting, the party is ending, a new day calls, a caravan in tow
The trip was a riot of color,
It brings a myriad of queries,
Fantastic tales of utter darkness,
Views' visible roots were explored.
Mainsail surges,
pungent froth carried wave tips while,
blast swings moaning openly.
superb mountains,
Convey streams into streaming rivers,
Down slants shrouded in woods.
And the majesty of the stars,
Is confronted every morning,
Under soft white clouds,
is with each foot I set down.
I relish the quiet of the sound,
how each slant embraces,
the still raw bay.
Home to unglaciated cervids,
Gnawing animals and polar bears,
Willow grouse, deer,
Also, the renowned Chinook Salmon.
More genuine than the Arctic flow,
Afar-off state refuted,
In both word and deed,
Anyhow of these ever tender wishes.
Atop mottled strands,
I let my emotions air dry,
Orange tulips were selected,
I regained faith; I can fly.
5Th Place Contest Winner
Written: June 18, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
It’s been a lonely journey,
Without you by my side.
I still cherish your memory,
That I’ve stored away inside.
You’re the love of my life,
The one my heart still loves.
My green eyed beauty,
That I’m so proud of.
It’s been thirty-seven years,
Since God has called you home.
And for thirty-seven years,
My heart has been alone.
On November 4th of 51,
My dear Nubbies was born.
Since August 25th of 71,
My heart still sadly mourns.
And on that distant day,
When Heaven opens its’ doors.
I’ll walk into Thy glory,
And be with my Lenore.
My tears will be of joy,
No more sadness they will stream.
And we will continue to sail,
Along a cruise of dreams.
___________________________
This poem is for a friend of mine,
who lost something special and close,
HGarvey Daniel Esquire a fellow souper.
Also For Lenore Ellen Adams Johnson
who is in Thy tender care...Raul
Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage
Dear Folks: I pen this note as we ply the dark and stormy sea.
Thanks to Uncle Sam I'm cruising on the Queen Mary, all for free.
You'd think we'd travel in style on such a luxurious tub,
But I'll tell you about life aboard and what we eat for grub.
As usual, the officers and nurses live in comfortable style,
But things ain't so pleasant for us in the rank and file.
We stand in line for everything, even to use the head.
I've been seasick so many times I wish that I was dead.
The brass dine at tables with linen, china and silverware,
And are served their meals by waiters with eloquent flair.
We stand up for chow, eating from greasy steel trays,
Trying to keep our balance as the boat rolls and sways.
Officers sleep four-to-a-room and have sheets on their bed.
I bunk with a hundred other guys on sagging hammocks instead.
I hear the Lord's name taken in vain frequently around here,
As we stumble over each others' feet and our assorted gear.
The brass dine on such things as ice cream, cake and steak.
I've had all the stew, orange marmalade and figs I can take.
Another bout of mal de mer is attacking me, I gotta go.
That's all for now, till next time, Your loving son, Roscoe.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Elated by the thought that soon my love would come,
I sat on a bench admiring the cruise liners sailing by
Wondering when we could one day go on such a trip.
Then she arrived, and poor as we were, we uttered a sigh.
the only tree for a thousand miles
gave him welcome if temporary shade
a kaleidoscope of mockingbirds filling its branches
it was no longer possible to be blind
but very possible to be jailed
for being unaware of our surroundings
being that we are panphibians capable of TV
where apathy and turmoil don't mix
wracking our brains for the worst solution
every day since time began again
banding bending binding bonding bundling
mind turned upon itself like minds tend to do
a moth eaten panorama of agonies
everything still broken the breakers unpunished
our narrative not telling anyone anything new
long live the revolution in wisdom
that's my drooling occupational therapy grin
it's gotten me out of more than one derailment
feeling life as a prelude to a guillotine basket
or worse a juggernaut of ambition
now that will immediately inaugurate
a prison epidemic of eyeball rolling
can we escape seeing the unseen
or is it just a bigger cage
don't let the blighters
sell you your own real estate
or discoveries in hysteria research
from the Intergalactic Whats Next Council
acting in accord with the statistics
make it more aerodynamic
everything means something
a tool for every job
daily nightly I try to be less stupid
a simple formula designed for
the sweet gurgling idiot infant within
out cold but still in the game
now you got me laughing
momentarily dazed and surprised
prepare only for the eventual
because what remains tends to
influence what is to come
in a logic both apparent and subtle
not exactly free from ahem connotation
as most doors don't open themselves
meanwhile somewhere back in history
the Dog Clan had trouble finding women
with eight or ten ****
there that opened something up
from the spare parts bin
apparently his bulging eyeballs
were on full creme d'menthe death ray
the universal sense of alarm just went off
wailing it's not all brain chemistry
he spoke many tongues in faucet mode
the ramifications came tumbling out
but often heading in opposite directions
while the oppressive crows circled
where the Wizard parks his wagon
every home from Kansas to Atlantis
instituted a reign of madness
terror and ballroom dancing
It's like my life is set on cruise control
Push the button and watch it go
Trying my best to keep a steady flow
In this traffic pattern of do's and don'ts
In my quest to stay ahead
A blur at times of who I am
Moving lane to lane then back again
Trying to avoid the latest traffic jam
By now I know my tank is low
Holding my breath in hope
Not sure how much further I can go
In this life set on cruise control
Lousy cruise is finally over.
We didn't visit a single freakin' island.
Should have gone Peak Season.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD November 19, 2025
shimmers unterach
vitality of nature
atop attersee
jettison the villagers
chimneys, trees, green and red paint
9/9/2020
Inspiration:
Unterach on Attersee painted by Gustav Klimt
https://www.gustav-klimt.com/Houses-at-Unterach-on-Attersee.jsp
morning fog
a cruise ship appears
in the horizon
World famous actor Tom Cruise
in talent and looks cannot lose.
Success is the guy’s middle name.
It’s his love life he just can’t maintain!
A younger and hotter Tom Cruise
must have had to wear lifts in his shoes.
His first wife Nicole was so tall!
Did size ever matter at all?
With a much younger starlet, Tom Cruise
got attached, and it made for great news
when he jumped on a sofa with glee
for the whole world to see on TV.
The now over-50 Tom Cruise,
to avoid more marital blues,
ought to find a new partner who
adores Scientology too.
We were on cruise control till the toll was paid
I saw many signs along the way which turned my head
Lonsome Springs of water where I almost drowned
Bridge on the River Kwai where I was imprisoned by you
Virginia is for lovers but we took the ferry the long way round
The Statue Of Liberty waved till I paid the fare
Cape May we go get drunk and did
In the Cityof Brotherly Love there was none to my torment
The car needed a tune up and I sang our song
And you sang out of tune and I forgot the verses
But ,"Momma I'm Coming Home."
PS : I used books, titles,stories and situations of my life for visuals and Ozzy's song, " Momma I'm Coming Home
On Jim the Trim's cruise, in a luxury liner
He was asked to be frisked, what a stinger!
You see, the alarm went off
He was taken and 'cuffed
Wee metal marbles, found in his boxer.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
18 April 2015
The cruise ship charged
Whistleless at my sail boat
In a narrow channel
Between Islands
Of The Salish Sea.
I was powerless with sails up
Tacking against a current
Knotted against me.
The water boiled.
I recoiled
In dread
I could see them
Cosmetic lazy travellers
Lounging unconcerned
Tending to their looks
As the mass
Of their moving Carnival
Careened
At my destruction.
Two glaucous winged seagulls
Preening feathers were
Unconcerned
As the submerging emerging hulking
Tree trunk and roots
Surged at me