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Premium Member Asp of Grief

ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.

with lunar belly...
the shape of her husband’s seed
...a fateful eclipse

The pit with its bone-chilling cold, hisses with hatchlings,
dreaming of spoiled seeds and seas with a vortex,
coiling around ships.  A queen’s lips burn red, yearning for her king.
An abandoned wreck will not lay eyes upon his baby’s sex.

insanity’s kiss...
eyes burn with crimson lipstick
...unrepentant flames

She plays with sticks and desire, enticing asps of despair —
gorges with vampiric teeth. She embraces their mock
and likewise teases, beckons and pleads for death so fair.
Like a breeze about her ankles snakes snip her royal purple frock.

entanglement frays...
dyed purple threads unravel
...rigor mortis strikes

His candle ensign in the dark, a resurrected hero of vanity.
The light flickers with feet in the sand, footprints at lover’s leap.
His profile in death’s shadow, his purple passion of insanity —
laughter litters this carnivorous cave where ashes of dust heap.

alluring ashes...
Salome’s serpentine dance
...Cleopatra’s veils

The sound of a knife being sharpened, his sword with venom drawn,
leaps upon his self-righteous chest, a single blade’s deep penetration.
No handsomer lover, thighs of steel, tanned and craven brawn.
He lost his rapturous beauty bright and fleeting, weeds of veneration.

bilious-amber
mixes with his crimson blade
— a suicide pact

4/28/2018

Star Trek and Captain Kirk's Final Frontier

Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800 hours’
Bones: ‘Jim, is this a medical issue?’
Kirk: ‘You bet your ***** it is, Bones’
Sulu: ‘Captain, a Klingon ship is approaching’
Kirk:  ‘Blast that sucker to smithereens, I got a date’
Chekov: ‘Captain, you’ll need protection on this mission’
Kirk: No problem Ensign, got a few here in my wallet’

Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘May the force be with you’
Kirk:’ Thanks Obi, but you’re in the wrong contest’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘This isn’t PD’s contest?’
Kirk: ‘HELL no, now SKAT will probably disqualify us’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘Well, may the force be with you anyway’
Kirk: ‘Look Kenobi, nobody’s forcing ANYBODY here’

Spock: ‘Captain, I’m receiving a message from SKATfleet Command’
Kirk: ‘What Mr. Spock? And why do you always talk like that?’
Spock: ‘To qualify for the contest, the writer has to command the ship’
Kirk: ‘Damn it all! What the…FRONT AND CENTER WRITER!’
Writer: ‘Um…All hands on deck?...Anchors away?’

Uhura: ‘Ohh Captain KIRRK, it’s 1800 hours’…
Kirk: ‘Not now Uhura, I’m not in the mood!’
Uhura: Ohh Captain WRITERRR, it’s 1800 hours’…
Writer: ‘Kirk, you have the helm. I’ll be in my quarters’ 
Spock: ‘Fascinating’
Kirk: ‘Shut-up Spock’…

Tim Ryerson
Theme: Sexual harassment in the workplace
For SKAT’s contest

Tin Can Sailors

The mighty 3rd to the north did steam,
Chasing a ghost not to be seen

Guard the landing your task assigned,
Quiet the day is to be benign

At dawn the Imperial fleet does appear,
Surprise complete, ranging fire splashes near

Outnumbered and out gunned, duty is clear,
Close the range you must in spite of your fear

Laying smoke, a jagged course you take,
An account of yourselves you will make

Steel your heart and make sure your eye,
For each salvo keeps you alive

Toe-to-toe the battle, you exchange mighty blows,
Triumph impossible, yet into the fray you all go

In perfect rhythm, the mad dance goes on,
As smoke filled gunhouse loads powder and shot

Decks strewn with the dead and dying, 
Teams repair to keep the ensign flying

Struck and struck again, yet to point blank you steam, 
Hard to port, you cross the “T”

“All guns to fire at the turn, torpedoes away!”
The enemy scatters in disarray

Too late, mortal blows you take
To the deep, no more your enemy to rake

One final salute their captain does render,
For you fought to the death and did not surrender

On this all men do still agree,
These were the finest two hours of Taffy 3

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On October 25th, 1944, 3 destroyers and 4 destroyer escorts of Task Force 
Taffy 3 engaged a combined force of Imperial Japanese Navy battleships and 
cruisers in a 2 hour running gun battle to protect the escort carriers and troop 
transports taking part in the Leyte Gulf landings in the Philippines. Two of the 
three destroyers and one of the escorts were sunk while sinking three 
Japanese heavy cruisers and damaged three more. Due to the fierceness of 
the attack, the Japanese fleet retired from the area thinking they had been 
attacked by a much larger force. At the outset of the battle, the commanding 
officers of these 7 ships, without orders, individually decided to attack and 
headed at flank speed to the fight all knowing they would most likely not 
survive the day. Almost 1600 did not. In a final act of respect, the commander 
of one Japanese cruiser saluted the crew of an American ship that had just 
sunk as his ship passed them floating in the water.


Premium Member The Yin and Yang of Doubtful Bay

A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves
where wretched souls ne’er see another day
their silver horizon the restless waves
that howls the sirens song of doubtful bay.
Long gone the storm the cries of emotion
of those whom hankered for a better life
yet still the tempest doth rule the ocean
to take at will the rights of man and wife.
Gone the prisoners of her majesty
damned to the colonies over the sea
the bay holds no bars grants them amnesty
their spirits to roam the ocean floor free.
There’s no one left to wail or shed a tear
to pen a shanty of that tragic hour
nor weave a poem of hysterical fear
build a monolith a marble tower.

21/06/2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney

Premium Member SS Southern Cross - the Old Lady of the Sea

   Built in a Belfast shipyard
 for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
   On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
 flew the Southern Cross ensign,
   down a slipway to the sea
 launched afar by Her Majesty

   Behold her pale eau de nil
 green ‘n painted hull of grey,
   at twenty knots her rate
 twenty thousand tons aweigh.
   On the seas a ship of fate
 the world to circumnavigate

   Yon the Empire far ‘n wide
 from Southampton to Trinidad.
   Where from ship to shore
 off I waved goodbye as a lad,
   till in the distance I saw
 my home to be nevermore

   Smoke from her aft funnel
 into a big Caribbean sky blew,
   then set a course westerly
 by merchant captain ‘n crew.
   And to each port ‘n quay
 across the ocean carried me

   I remember gazing in awe
 up ‘n down her length ‘n beam,
   at the mighty waves below
 and how sea ‘n ship did gleam.
   In canal gates under tow
 winding our way lazy ‘n slow

   Crossing the equator I saw
 Davy Jones ‘n King Neptune
   rising up out of the deep
‘neath a high December moon.
   Till in safe passage ‘n keep
 back to the depths they leap

   Out on Oceania as a boy
 in the lido deck pool I did dive.
   The Southern Cross ‘n me
 would our long voyage arrive,
   on in all her hope ‘n glory
 the grand old lady of the sea

   On final Far East voyage
 would alas be her swan song,
   beached on a tidal seaway
 sold ‘n scrapped in Chittagong.
   A line flagship in her day
 stripped bare where she lay


       Written: May 2017

One In a Million

One in a million, gazillion, bazillion
Worth more than gold dollars a trillion or a billion –
You are my beacon, a Christian, love driven.
No heathen, no herdsman, no huntsman or felon.
No elfin, no ermine, no coward or chicken.
No Klansman, no demon with madman's affliction.
No Gremlin, no goblin no devil dare action.
No draftsman, no doorman, no footman in fashion.
No henchman, no lynch man, no hack man or hangman.
No plowman, no pressman, no herdsman or ranch-man.
No oarsman from Dublin, or coachman from Britain.
No Cajun, no Haitian, no Frenchman, not Latin.
Not even a Martian with earthly transactions.
My hearts guiding light, my soul's satisfaction,
I know your great love by your kindness in action.
You read every thought and broaden my smile.
You stand close beside me mile after mile.
No hardship that comes can tear our love down.
Nor turn your demeanor into an endless frown.
Brought together by fate, marriage became our ensign.
We walk together on a straight and narrow line.
You are my fortune, my gladdening in famine.
My almsman, my sweetheart, you loved my tears away.
My one in a million, gazillion, bazillion
I thank God everyday that you came my way.
A gazillion, bazillion, and trillion thanks I send to you.
I promise that my love will never say adieu.
My Norwegian, I love you.

© November 12, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


The Fighting Temeraire

The fighting Temeraire 

I fought at Trafalgar yet this is my reward 
dragged to the scrap yard a dagger in my heart 
The red ensign flew proudly by reputation was high
My crew and my captain spoke my name with pride. 

Turned into scrap just for the cash 
My history reputation just thrown in the  trash 
a nations national treasure turned into  tins
just so a chancellor can balance his bills.

Now history as faded and so as my my fame
It's turners picture in the gilded frame
that keeps my exploits alive, till this day
I'm the fighting Temaraire the famous painting ! 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fighting_Temeraire  the painting ! 

05052016 comp entry

Premium Member Confronting Soul Betrayal

Confronting betrayal midst guilt admission 
my soul accepts God’s instruction*
never redefining it based on my notion...
I'm warned of such wrong commotion
that can lead to my destruction---
Such gives my spirit peaceful jubilation!
			
Battling against conscience when holiness does shine
my soul succumbs to God’s design
stopping to pursue after my selfish dream sign...
I should consider that I can't resign
from the tasks to me He did assign---
Such propels my faith toward victory-ensign!

Facing consequence of disobedience when I'm incorrect
my soul is resolved not to neglect God’s project
and not to insist on my own prospect...
I take heed that I don't reject
His best for me in every aspect---
Such enables my servanthood of grand respect! 

Overcoming carnal nature of slothfulness as His steward
my soul complies to God’s standard
while yielded to His strength for trust to soar upward...
I acknowledge pride’s pull downward
so I pray for His powerful safeguard---
Such shields my heart from arrogance-hazard! 

Confessing total need for the Saviour for revival vigor
my soul worships God along His splendid honor 
offering reaching-out deeds out from His loving savor...
I turn against worldly, fleshly ardor
to pursue after heavenly, eternal fervor--- 
Such frees my will against meaningless endeavor!

*Proverbs 15:33 The fear of the LORD is the instruction of wisdom; and before honour is humility.

April 11, 2018
Edited on April 19, 2022
Rhyme in Didactic form
Featured as one among PS Poems of the week from February 20-26, 2022.

10th place, "Soul Betrayal" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest	
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/24/2022.

Heroes All

On the 70th of VJ Day we salute the Forgotten Service the Red Ensign heroes 

of the longest battle of all, the whole war: the only good war for Freedom's cause.  

When a merchantman got hit, the employers' did a nasty trick, stopping pay on the 

day, one in four of the heroes all died in the forgotten the Mercantile Marine. 

Not just Brits served their time, but others from the watery the globe, of all 

religions and none; some sacked at the end of the War, to go home to wars. 



Let us raise a glass or two to all our Allies too and be thankful that former enemies 

are allies and friends now, and remember Milton who knew a thing or two about 

war: "Peace hath her victories no less than war" yet if we really have to fight that 

we have the people and the ships and allies if we are in extremis. 

                                      Salute the Red Duster All. 



 

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© Peter Dorr  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Forgotten Soldier

The train trundles on, leaving behind at each station a soldier with his own past
Heavyweight in its endeavours portraying its only passengers as its un-holy cast

Each face a palpable grey, their blackened eyes sunken within their vast sockets
Each sat at their given seats characteristically sullen, with their hands in pockets

One only feels the coldness, within each carriage that descended upon them all
As not one ice breath plume emanating from the mouths, or nostrils did sprawl

Lifeless grey of their eyes gave nothing away of their hell, or of the horrors seen
Of a war where no real moral understanding is ever found for any of us to glean

Each un-sung hero now taking his last journey home, each to its own eternal life
Each one given their own time to offload their burdens of the unforgivable strife

Only once the reality of what has happened did the train lessen its speed to halt
As the one last soldier left his seat, then upon the platform made his last assault

He was going home now, but with no lessening of the grey pallor within his eyes
His home a cold grave now, lying under the darken un-forgiving, harrowing skies

He had fought for his country with an unquestionable honour, lay now as forgot
His remains under a white ensign Portland headstone buried within its own plot

A young man with no wife, or child, just parents themselves long gone deceased
His secrets of the war held within this mound of earth remains to all unreleased

So if passing a graveyard, and upon your eyes a lonely regimental grave you see
Place a flower of remembrance and set a well-earned soldier from his sleep, free

Flat Tire Did Not Ply Deflating Psi Lance

True add verse situation,
     whereat me mission
     trans send dint state didst ache
after yours truly nearly
     did nearly break
chassis 'pon took drastic
     over corrective measure,
     not quite August, 
     nor jejune piece of cake,
while rounding raised

      curbed contra corner
     suddenly felt wrath of wife quake,
viz passenger rear tire
     gone flat as a pancake
impresario found myself 
     hearing Thus Spake,
Zarathustra, when in truth...
     twas ma constricted trach.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Some weeks back
     acting so cool and chic - bank
king all bravado, machismo
     self importance, and frank
lee babbling like a cripple creek
     off by a black key with Hank
Williams tune imagining
     myself swaggering like a lank

key trump petting Don
     (feigning faw being "Beefy") plank
walking lampoon able
     laughingstock Freaky, thank
less as a lapsed worn eraser head
     pencil necked Geek yank
key doodle dandy hood be
     forced to do penance as cap

     pit dull leotarded asinine
arthouse flop, where nary any words
     (worth their weight in gold)
     described my benign
behavior, NOT even
     smattering of unflattering deign
nig grating hammock colorful expletives,

     that would find an ensign
sailor to blush at my inept
     shameless travesty over the line
utter in apropos totally tubularly
     moronic juvenile mine
ness zero car raze zee antics,
     didst drive my doppelganger nine
tee bajillion miles away in search
     of another auto body – pine

ning for newer model
     then a 2009 Hyundai Sonata sign
ning off contract with this
     stunt driver wannabe 
     unimpressively try'n
to act the blithe dare devil,
     while thee spouse didst wine
and scream more'n bloody Mary

     as the gunned axle nearly broke
trying my damn nest to
     "FAKE" dagger a type cloak
his husband resembled a fool,
     where angels fear to tread didst evoke
unsuccessful, unstinting, and unsparing

     unstrung epithets of colorful expletives
     unsuitable for poetic folk
boot urgent prayer went out
     to incredible Hulk
Hogan, and/or even the ghost
     of Andre The Giant, this haint no joke!

Premium Member Greetings To Lighten the Load

“Good day!”  Such makes hearts jubilant
While expressed with face that’s vibrant
Wishing all to be triumphant
Along the Lord’s light --- radiant.

“Peace be with you!” Words so joyous
Hope-filled against being anxious
Since the Creator is gracious
Granting sweet bliss, indeed precious.

“Take care!” Oh, verily loving
Easing the angst of the grieving 
Cheering with compassion-driving
While reaching-out, and care, giving.

“God bless you...” echoes victory
Assuring goodness*-propped glory
Vanquishing downfall’s misery
For constant thankfulness’ story.

“That’s okay” with great thumb’s up-sign
Affirms faith achievement ensign…
For roles Almighty did assign
My special son nods, “Yes, I’m fine.”

*Psalm 107:21 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!

April 25, 2022
1st place, "To lighten the load" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune; judged on 5/9/2022.

Premium Member Redwing Blackbird

a sure sign of spring
red stripes like glowing ensigns
the male marks his tree

My Name Is Jacinda Ardern

New Zealand all over Sea and land,NEWS

On blood bath of Kiwi ever since her birth,1856 

On killing 50 lives settled to fight their bellies battle

“Land of long white cloud” mean New Zealand

How truth this? 50 bodies lined up on land wrapped in white cloth like cloud,how meaningful the name New Zealand?

All of Asians,Africans,Middle East and more some went on God’s path still their cars in Christchurch parked!

They born in their mother lands to die to go as martyrs in their new other land

Those all let their lives at God’s palace on a Friday,a day of festival of poor in prayers holding tight the keys of Paradise.

They all found their path to walk direct to Heaven on aqua made red carpets just stretched all over the floors of mosques of Christchurch.

Destroys terror any land but in New Zealand terror went error to make this all plus land so blessed!

By nature a mother loves her all children alike Prime minister Jacinda Ardern and her all 4.8 million Kiwis proved in public adding some more letters to the definition what is love,affection and what is humane?

The gunman Godse killed Mahathma Gandhi to become popular the gunman Tarrant proved Jacinda Ardern a good ruler!

In the short list of world’s best leaders,Nelson Mandela,Lee Kuang Yew, Mahathir Mahmoud,Imran Khan,Tayyip Erdogan now Jacinda Ardern to last.

Madam PM you deserve a Nobel prize but poor Poet I can’t reserve for you it until  the vehicle carry it get reversed.But one I can say to God to serve you the noble!

Madam PM your right hand is so soft to slap on the faces of the world’s best!

Kiwis proved by action what’s affection and what is peace to this world Oh,Pigeons fly away Kiwis now for peace!

Hats off New Zealand,the UNO thereafter for peace,ensign of New Zealand to fly high shining the four stars thereon to shed light to all the four corners of the globe!

Premium Member Voyager

Kate Mulgrew played Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Robert Beltran played her first officer, Commander Chakotay.
Tim Russ played the role of Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, 
the show's Vulcan equivalent to Star Trek's Mr Spock.
Robert Duncan McNeill played Lieutenant Tom Paris , 
the starship crew's most expert pilot.
Garrett Wang played Ensign Harry Kim, 
Kim was Lieutenant Tom Paris's best friend.
B'Elanna Torres was played by Roxann Dawson
the crew member's half Klingon half Human.
The endearing Talaxian specie known as Neelix,
was played by the actor Ethan Phillips.
Robert Picardo played the ship's medical emergency holographic doctor.
Jennifer Lien played Kes, a specie known as the Ocampa, 
and last but not least my personal favorite character of mine,
the amazon, buxom blonde Borg known as Seven of Nine,
played most cerebrally and seductively by actress Jeri Ryan.
In my opinion it's the best Star Trek series adventure.
It ran for seven seasons; Star Trek's Voyager.

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