Best Flagship Poems
Putin said he wouldn't invade, but then he's known for his lies
So when he sent in his murdering scum, it came as no surprise
It will go down in the annals of history, as Putin's great blunder
And if anything it's united Ukraine, and not tore it asunder.
American President Joe Biden has now found a way
To make that despicable war criminal, Vlad Putin pay
To Ukraine he's sending lethal predator, and reaper drones
That will help to build stocks of dog food, of Russian bones.
Russian soldiers are not human from what we have seen
You've read and seen the evidence, so you know what I mean
They're gutless and have yellow streaks all down their backs
And scurry down to the sewers when Ukraine counter attacks.
Russians fire from a distance and let their lethal missiles fly
At hospitals, nurseries and any innocent civilians passing by
They only kill unarmed men, women and children, who pose no threat
But Russia, the civilised world is watching and we will not forget.
Red flags are what the Russians are using, to justify a crime
But the world is not stupid and it can see through the grime
A Russian town on the border was shelled so they could blame Ukraine
Then used it as an excuse to inflict, more misery and pain.
Every Despot who commits war crimes will always pay the price
Putin the war dog will be put down, Ukraine will not think twice
He'll have to surround himself with thugs and be lucky every day
But an avenger will only have to strike lucky once, to make Putin pay.
No tears were shed when he lost his flagship, in the black sea
It is one lethal weapon less to use, against that war torn country
The west thought sanctions alone would bring this war to an end
But it hasn't really worked, so more arms the west must send.
The battle for the Eastern Donbas region is well underway
And for those brave Ukrainian defenders, we must all pray
They're fighting to defend their freedom and sovereignty
But only military aid from the West will ensure their victory.
The horrific scenes we've seen on the news of towns reduced to rubble
Are because Putin knows he's not winning and that he's in trouble
At his forthcoming military parade, he's hoping to announce a victory
But if he was an honest man he'd tell his country, that he's failed miserably.
Written on 20th April 2022
Categories:
flagship, america, death, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Mind block, a reminder gentle
We have no ownership
God shapes us, upon the mantle
Let’s make Him our flagship
Foiled doership does nonplus
We go where God takes us
Pointless is ego fuss
Huge shock
Mind block
15-November-2021
Quietus
Categories:
flagship, muse, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Thou
great
son
of
the
land!
Salute!
Salute!!
We
Salute
thee!!!
An
unwavering
patriot,
undaunted
mountain.
British
admiral
and
nava
hero.
Toulon
submitted
to
thy
naval
prowess.
At
Calvi,thy
right
eye
was
obliterated,thou
was
not
shaken.
Thy
prominient
role
led
to
victories
off
Cape
Saint
Vincent,the
nile
battle;
great
conqueror,Napoleon
Advanced
not
cos
of
thy
heroic
strikes.
With
amputated
left
hand,thou
took
on
with
the
battle-
cry
for
thy
fatherland.
Created
Duke,a
vice-
admiral,more
services
thou
accepted:
in
battle
of
Copenhagen,thy
rare
abilities
manifested-
in
gratitude,a
Viscount
thou
became.
Battle
of
Trafalgar
1805
French
and
Spanish
fleets
were
crushed.
Thy
personal
charge
in
thy
flagship"victory"
defeated
the
invasion
of
Napoleon.
Oh!
How
hath
the
mighty
fallen,forfeiture
of
thy
life,
a
paid
price
for
victory.
Rest
great
son
of
Britain,
for
in
hearts
of
all,thou
breatheth!
Categories:
flagship, tribute
Form:
Elegy
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
It was on board this ship nearly 50 years ago that me and my family left Trinidad bound for New Zealand - I was nearly 8 years old. We arrived on Christmas Day 1968 in Wellington (pictured) and a couple days later disembarked in Auckland. Built in the same shipyard as the Titanic in 1954, the SS Southern Cross had a far more fortuitous career transporting immigrants and pleasure seekers across the British Empire until her sad and final resting place in Chittagong, Bangladesh (pictured) where she ended her 50 years of service as the Ocean Breeze in a ship-breaking graveyard in 2004. She was the first passenger liner to be launched by a reigning monarch. Not a big ship by today's standards but as a boy to me she was huge - I thought she was magnificent. Still do.
Categories:
flagship, childhood, voyage,
Form:
Rhyme
It all started when I took a typing test
I did 95 words per minute and made two errors
The requirement was 50 or more words
Human Resources was impressed and set up the Department interview
It was my history in becoming 33 years ago
This is my personal streaming flow
Now let’s start the show
The date was June 21, 1982
The name of R.H. MACY & CO., INC., but consumers know the company as “MACY’S”
My venture beginning on the 14th Floor at FLAGSHIP HERALD SQUARE TOWER
My schedule was 9:30 AM to 6:00 PM of my precise hour
The Division was the CORPORATE BUYING OFFICE
The task was Telecommunications under the title of TELEX OPERATOR
I was communicating all around Macy’s and the Globe
There is much more in suppose
Later the Department was changed to a Document & Financial Word Processing Center
I was typing Documents & Financial detail as a Lead Operator
Now I must move fast forward
But I must move onward
I worked in numerous departments such as Financial Planning/Budgets, Legal Office,
Administration, Executive Office’s and much more
Remember “MIRACLE ON 34TH STREET”
Well I actually lived the actual event of the days of MACY’S AND GIMBELS era
There was competition between the two companies
Rivalry was also accompanied
Because of a Macy’s Buyer and a Gimbel’s Buyer would often have lunch and discuss what both companies were doing
We were sent an email from our former Macy’s CEO that we are not to talk to Gimbel’s about Macy’s Business
1985, I communicated as a Telex Operator with NBC-TV of the MACY’S THANKSGIVIING
DAY PARADE
I have been trained under the LEADERSHIP OF CHIEF FINANCIAL OFFICER AND SENIOR
VICE PRESIDENT OF OPERATIONS
I have been exposed to two mergers first being FEDERATED DEPARTMENT STORES, INC. AND
Later with MAY COMPANY
Since those 33 years, FEDERATED DEPARTMENT STORES, INC. changed their name to MACY’S, INC.
But the funny part about that is, Federated often said they don’t want to see anything with the Macy’s name on it, but being Macy’s had the name is what brought Federated Fame
Because of the change, my future will be a rearrange
Four years from now, I plan to retire
There’s my year’s of full tenure employ
Eyes on retirement will be my joy.
Categories:
flagship, career, celebration, clothes, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme
Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’,
Never really thought it applied to me.
Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me!
Coincidence they’ll have you believe.
Each segment is a memory
Brought through the veil by synchronicity.
Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry
To summon forth my destiny.
There was this time I spent in the navy
When an old mariner with hands like bark
Took me to the planks of the Victory.
While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked
And we sang with the angels to be free.
How did I remember? How could I have known?
Two fore-guns brought the flagship down.
The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone!
Wrapped in secret song,
The synchronicity song.
Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour,
Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear,
Proof of my predictive powers
In the story told just minutes before
And we sang astronomically!
The number two revealed the past,
Natal chart already cast,
A voyageur to life, at last,
I sang a French River song,
The synchronicity song.
Eighteenth century New France,
Two young lovers in the throes of romance
Separated by the Montreal fire
Never consummated their burning desire.
Three hundred years later, two souls found,
Lives all twisted, love turned around,
Four people caught by destiny
The signs were all clear in astrology
All hearts witness tragedy
To sing the saddest songs,
This synchronicity song.
Categories:
flagship, destiny, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
Lost And Found
With the availability of the internet , you tube and what have you on the internet..
Here’s a tribute to a classic tale in The Twilight Zone, viewable on the internet..
With its rich labyrinth of varied tales of mysteries, suspense , filled with twists and turns ….
Every episode of the Twilight Zone is a wondrous tale of imagination that astound in turns..
Take for example this episode entitled Lost And Found, it was most superbly done…
A dynamic executive of a successful business franchise, he buys and pays for love done…
High flying as he was, questions abound why he was readily selling off his flagship company…
Having singlehandedly started his franchised business from the very bottom of the economy..
He was increasingly troubled in his thoughts over hidden skeletons in his private closet …
When an attractive young lady writer posed probing questions into his past and conscience…
Having little emotional attachment to his past, he tried to make amends with his mom…
Only to be told, it was much too late for the hurt in his dad was something that cannot be undone..
Until it strikes him one day, all the weird happenings and the reappearances of a mouldy ball…
Somehow represents a second chance for him, when the gal he truly ever loved , she called…
This is a fantastic love story, of a love that was so true that it calls to the hero from the beyond…
Love that was once callously lost, now here was his chance, to seize and make right a wrong…
Now here was his second chance, to find a treasured love he had once lost for eternity…
He gingerly reached out his hand, pushed open a magical doorway, to replay a new destiny …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=trGDZeIYcXI&index=22&list=PLbxdxEWxTqX81L3NnAU3nEwvPhkT7FuRm
Categories:
flagship, adventure, destiny, forgiveness, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
Awakening the country from stupor,
we stop all military manoeuvres,
erasing racial hatred from our home,
that all human beings, fearlessly roam,
greening the earth, leading by example,
love of humanity, be our mantle,
focus on education and healthcare,
home for each soul, free from poverty snare,
whilst encouraging entrepreneurship,
finer soul uplifting arts, our flagship,
space and solar energy, our focus,
love our religion, along Gods locus
judicial reforms for trials made speedy,
food for the needy, jail for the greedy,
guns, drugs and prostitution all must go,
with our ethics built on love throb mellow,
mooting single world governance in peace,
weaponised such, that no foe we appease,
disaster management a focus zone
friendly with neighbours, faults quick to atone,
thus an iron fist in a velvet glove,
strong as lion, yet gentle like a dove.
09-February-2021
Written for ‘If I was president’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
(22 lines, Syllabic rhyme)
Categories:
flagship, america,
Form:
Rhyme
On the Beeb this morning, on the flagship radio news show, that the grocer's daughter
always listened to but didn't like at all, the National Poet of 'Land of Song' sang the
praises of an American poet who now wears the laurel of that Un-American American
so justly admired for his poetry if not his politics, giving me the urge to enquire, why do
not we English, full eighty-five percent of the population of this kingdom of the sea, like
the other nations of divided Britannia, do not have a National Poet, on grounds of
equity?
I could bore you with a long list of the great, good, indifferent, and poor like and unlike
me of the poets of old Albion and this New England, ours and the world's poet the Bard
of Stratford - Super Avon. And while we are about it, what about having the Cross of
Saint George flown on public buildings as the Saltire of Scotland and the Red Dragon of
Cymru? As for Red Hand of Ulster, and its other flag disputes that seem this side of the
water to almost make us want to puke - well - words do not fail me!
One day, perhaps, we will have our own Parliament back, as it and the States General
of the northern Netherlands were the only ones to stand for Liberty against Europe's
tyrants all.
Are these dreams walking or nightmares stalking ?
Categories:
flagship, political, red,
Form:
Free verse
The Orion
has arrived!
On board the
Flagship,
RearAdmiral
Mickael,
Eternal Dark
Man on the
bridge,
And his
Ladyship
PrincessLadyJewel,
His
bodyguard of
a thousand
blades!
He came to
tame and
conquer the
carrions,
Blood sucking
humanoids of
the terra
vista race,
They even
fed on
themselves
and their
friends,
Neither
conscious nor
intelligent to
communicate
or trade,
How do you
win against
the soulless
one?
They do
possess a
weakness in
their spiked
defense,
Look for their
durian head
leader and
dance,
For god sake
not the
Saturday
night fever!
Nor the
moonwalk or
criss cross
jump-jump!!
They are
cousins of
zombies do
the
bogeyman,
And than
you'll see all
of them fall
down,
Quickly now
before they
wake eat the
leader's
brain.
What
happens
next?. . .
To be
continued. . .Ha
ha ha ha ha
ha Ga za and
wait. . .
Categories:
flagship, humorous
Form:
As I pick up where I left off from the Intro
I bring you the Outlook as I peer through relationships like a window
The chance of seeing real love is narrow
It seems Cupid doesn't know where to aim his arrow
Cupid my Cupid
How could you be so stupid
The way girls treat boys
Like toys
The way boys treat girls
Like squirrels
Got them going nuts
Teens and adolescence in love?
You must be nuts
Ages 13-19 is filled with lust
Their conscience still underveloped
They don't know who to trust
20s-30s
That age group can slide
Because at some point they have a hunch about what they want inside
That's the flagship age to get married
Couple says vows
Bride gets carried
These days it seems no one wants to be single
Once you pop you can't stop
Sex is like Pringles
I guess it's ok
As long as its safe
If you're in love with your partner don't let the feelings be fake
Children wait until you're older to get under those covers
And if your hormones rage out of control shake hands with a rubber (condom)
Most teen girls hate the feeling of latex
Then goo goo ga ga
The babies are born next
I'm just calling it how I see
Relationship game is dirty so I'll be the referee
All of a sudden the world is in love
My God it's sickening
As i write this my pulse is quickening
Now now some couples really do love
Til Death Do They Part
To the world above
I just think the word "love" is greatly misused
The Constitution of Love
So often abused
Our society thinks it's amusing
Fifteen year old in love?
Doesn't it sound confusing
Maybe it don't to you
But it does to me
They are wasting emotions
Unrenewable energy
It's a shame
Love is no game
It's more like a lion
Waiting to be tame
From what I observed couples aren't the same
Whether the pair is nameless
Or enshrouded with fame
Real love is too far up
Way above our aim
I'm in my right mind
I'm definetly sane
That's why everyone is hurting
Because love is pain
I'm still researching
My mind is my reference book
Ch. 2 of the Relationship Epidemic
The Outlook
Ch. 3 (Females) Coming Soon...
Categories:
flagship, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, peopleworld,
Form:
Rhyme
The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions to the curve of the sea
like seasonal belt.
I preferred to belt ideas to conclude the departure of imagination under
the wilderness wings of the soup, the night, where I power my thinking to
pink rose. I raid it to trade the sound of night that of my belonging, the
defame of fact to fiction looking strive to live under my enterprise.
I cajoled the swirl wind from the sea pointing to talon meek of jealousy
collided to collaboration the admiral salute me to the situation under the
control of my country where I encountered Taibatou, the couple of days
dash around the bush to the calabash of my thinking, it never too late to
buy the truth with bullets of fact. Shining light to the shift of action
to accost stirring on street with string of peculiar explanations shivering
mind.
Divining day wake with action sealed of blue cap contemplates the
Inflections of words to describe the caravan of chagrin mammals with tiny
ribs socket of sox seceded to sue the merchants of rogue. Daffodils color
purple with flowers morning millet of null to answers. The breads sandal in
my throat which I have to draw it with cup of tea to make the belly
Assault the pang of hunger and thirsty like tricycles moving from left to
right without clear definition.
The sound of broom from unwilling woman woke the master to dance to the
music, the imagination of life sings lullaby the stars smile like sinister
expecting spouse running on the door to dull the light. The coat of
Fabricated joke tore the night blowing scent, scene of stage amphitheater
Like Luke of contort fact to consortium benefit.
Why I have to wander the days sleep in the night wake up from the dream of
success flagship my empty heart drink August to clinch thirst. I sweep the
night to defuse tension that has been marrying me for Century of sentiment
mad of violence concrete of concerts connect direct to the desire night
cold as ice loud as bomb difficult as flying in the air without wings.
Categories:
flagship, beauty, daffodils, longing, solitude,
Form:
Acrostic
Flagship Shirley,
Her tea was always curly,
And she ran with Pedicure Pete,
Who sang a little ditty,
And wasn't very pretty,
And painted all the lips upon her feet.
Categories:
flagship, fun, funny, giggle, nonsense,
Form:
Light Verse
Walking past a mini soaked mattress; an empty baby stroller..
By it's side; abandoned this site she seems an open walkway his
Buildings and bricks less her awning; wondering, while their yard dogs
Barking once more wagging tails lonely a greeting calling out; the moon parting
Gray passing clouds left lingering; knowing how I love to kiss their dawn ?
Mothers with infants; an old man coughs; a young lady high on drugs
Looking for another mark yet settling for his blanket; her supreme court
Justice, untangling time's hair ? Leave it to Beaver, hopping up the White House
Stairs mass hysteria their latest gallop poll; besieging Molieric phantasms caught this
Camera of rewound mode with beautiful Ms. Monroe, applying rococo lotion about
Suffragette's nine inch nails ? Spotted off jingoisms European coast; his lochness narwhal....
Shedding her muumuu open waters flagship tourist a filibuster fiesta ? Apocrypha, in session.
Categories:
flagship, angel, art, autumn, drug,
Form:
Lift up from the rotar weeds
Summer bleeds the last still born
As autumn greed fights decay
To save the date from phallic fortunes
Gather brand new gallop horse distortions
Where poles putrify at stockholm
Is this the way the world ends?
On battery pulse with no remorse
Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome
To make alive the image
Of fly's circling round chopper wheels
My primal ordeal is to shake it thin
As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids
Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled
Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth
From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date
Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates
Categories:
flagship, death, faith, health, history,
Form:
Free verse