Best Full Steam Ahead Poems
Passion made its case
No time for contemplation
Full steam ahead, that new infatuation
Two bodies blended sweetly
But the body tricks the mind
Somewhere along a heart was left behind
But he was so alluring
Like magnets, his brown eyes
And a smile that could hide a million lies
And in that cheaters bottle
Was the antidote to guilt
So numb until the morning it was spilled
When the sun illuminated
The unfaithful things he did
He finally caught a glimpse of what he is
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Black is the oceans of the heavens, gleaming with the coral reef of
Stars, serenity amongst the voids abyss, it is fathomless, a
Universal sea eternal, beauty set upon the heights divides.
A rushing torrent of vastness ever flowing, always changing
Uncharitable by navigation or mechanical device, it is the
Infinite masterpiece of the almighty's master craftsman’s ship,
Too which the yardmen cast their sails of discovery, following
The farthest northern star.
Shimmer does the cosmic sand dust, aligning the distant
Planetary shores, splashing with the rippling waves
Beyond time and space.
This is the cradle of life’s essence, the tidal pool of our emergence,
Suspended above, lit by the burning sun on the horizon’s hardened
Edge of survival, without a ports harbor for safeties sheltering cove.
Captain am I, of my own destiny, first mate of mine divine soul,
I’m an elliptical voyager, seeking the unknown passage,
Beyond the outer limits of spaces tidal rift.
Floating islands of motions asteroids, bumping as frozen ice bergs,
Shattering in the gravitational pull of these space continental giants,
Melting within their grasping heated touch.
But I am a hunter by trade and necessity, looking for the prey in
These lunar waters of blackness, call me Ahab, seeking the great
White whale, slick is this leviathan, a chameleon blending, diving into
The rippling surf of this black hole of this universe.
Nay call me neither mad, nor insane for I've seen this space whale,
Lined with crystal diamonds, sparkling beneath the solar array,
Breathing liquid air and spitting it outwardly full steam ahead.
Mockingly at me, he winks with those sea foam blue eyes,
I'm not set to kill the beast, but to instead marvel at his realism,
And to prove the unidleness of my mental mind.
So I will tread this galaxy in search of him, forever to ramble
Along these distant planetary shores, until another soul beholds
This creature of divine beauty, call me then Ahab, seeking
To find his great white whale.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Full moon rises clean
deep baptismal Atlantic
starboard full steam ahead.
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make this poetry site my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax, no more breaks, rest assured!
© Jack Ellison 2015
NARRATOR
Infatuation, mysterious,
Must possess
A hello will be good, an offer
Of a drink,
And here comes the invite,
Does it lead to a casual, or
Lengthy good night
HIM
My furniture's sparse
I have a desk and books,
I hung clean tea towels on
The kitchen hooks.
I have a chair and a cat,
Time to go forward
No more chit chat.
I have wine in the fridge
And two glasses at the ready,
Must remember
To keep my hand steady,
O forgot, also have a wife,
Who I promised to be faithful to
For the rest of my double life.
But full steam ahead,
Yes, still in my pocket
I’ll put it back on
after this evening’s affair
I’m excited, I’ll avoid
Her terrified stare.
NARRATOR
This sleazy professor
Had succeeded in
His dirty deeds
Three times before,
Would he succeed again,
And leave another stain,
A memento on his floor
At his secret flat,
By the front door.
HER
Wanted to pass her first
Year at university,
Noticed he was glib,
Certainly, no novice,
But would entice
Him to promise.
Too quickly did he offer
An exemplary exam mark,
She somehow felt
Things were off track,
Saw a murderous
Glint In his eye,
He was of slight build,
She noticed his hand
And the knife and rope,
Dug her sharp nails
In his neck,
Alarmed and hurt
He hesitated, she pushed
Him and ran to the door,
Tripped and moved a
Carpet which hid blood stains,
She put her hands to her ears
To block out the screams,
Pain and fears,
In her mind,
She would make sure they find,
this evil man,
I will destroy him,
I can,
Fled down a flight of stairs
Into a busy street,
Where she mingled
With thousands of feet.
NARRATOR
Too late too late
Bad guy,
For this you will fry,
And burn in hell,
Where are the
Other bodies,
Now all you will
Spill, and
Have to tell.
Ukraine and Russia, what a dire predicament, an anticipated situation,
Muscles being flexed, by both sides, world jittery expecting confrontation,
A conspiracy theory, answer perhaps to depopulation?
So many hungry and dying in every nation,
With this thought in mind, full steam ahead, no dissuasion!
I am not a conspiracy theory fan, realize politics are for politicians
Humanity however, knows not the truth, dreading a Ukraine invasion,
West and Ukraine together, but Russia’s equation?
More than likely China, what a combination,
Millions will die, someone please use your powers of persuasion.
Yarns Of A Seafaress
Hemingway's famous "Old Man and the Sea"
Simply couldn't hold a candle to me
I caught Ahab's great white whale
Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops 'fore I set him free
In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
I held on as Nessie tugged
Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn't a prayer
And now I've set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I'm more than a fishing bumpkin
And so for Norway I sail
To prove women aren't frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin
This wonderful poem epitomizes Carolyn's love for everything about the sea.
She has so creatively and entertainly regaled us with her delightful writes based on
her own personal sea adventures that have become and will remain classics.
I can picture Carolyn standing on the prow of a boat, her hair streaming in the wind,
as it charges full steam ahead as she seeks further swashbuckling challenges beyond
the horizon. She has been a supporter and encourager to me not only in poetic matters but personal matters as well. I pray that her well of verse will never run dry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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.
Reaching for the land like we're all about to drown,
Slowly the horizon slightly turns purple while the sun's moving down.
Looking into emptiness...
...is it land or the people that we truly miss.
Then through the mist,
blinded by hope, arose in the distance a granted a wish.
Land HO!
Surely the shore, cant be missed,
tell the men full steam ahead,
anchor ship.
It seemed as if it were a century at sea,
A New World found, on the ground they weren't meant to be.
Who would have ever thought a mistake could be great.
Soon to be land of the free, home of the brave.
So here I go, back to the sillies
Jumping in with both my footsies
Clear the decks, full steam ahead
Hope I don't hurt my tootsies!
The world's my oyster as they say
I don't like that incantation
Think I'll use another term
Like the world is my crustacean!
I'm just as happy as a pig in poop
Have you never heard that before?
It's really an absolute favourite of mine
Going to use it a whole lot more!
Never know what's coming out
I just hope and pray that it's clean
Don't wanna get kicked off the lovely site
For something that's really obscene!
Which came first, the chicken or egg?
Bet you don't even have a clue
So you're not the brightest bulb in the pack
Did you ever get past grade two?
Okay! Enough of this silly nonsense
I must go lie down for a while
My oversized brain is hurting real bad
Need to get back my radiant smile!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Peace be still, strike thy pose
Epitome of eloquence, footsteps of the queen
Pearls of wisdom, solemn portrait
Position thy hat, attend to thy shirt, that of satin, that of lace
Family ties, adornment to each
All is well with thee, obedience calls – o’ child be seen, be not heard
Be seated; be still, thou shalt not be disturbed
Workhouses – be deterred, apprentice house preferred
Sacrificial morning, make way to the pit
A revolution of demand, provisions of coal, of iron, of copper, deposits of old
What sayeth thee? We shall supply!
As pitheads wind, so miners grind
Seek and follow, tunnels be low – passages of the great
Toil dawneth on me, forty winks be yearned
As we flock to the town
Of craftsmen, of blacksmiths, tailors assist
Technology equips, shoe last o’ stiff
Fine fettles are thee, inventions surpass
Full steam ahead! Country be lead.
Of sheets, of rolls, printing amass
Fortunes be stirred, households back to back
Our cast-iron range, warmth to thy home
Fresh statuses arise, relieve former ties
Ambition abound, middle class be found
Boil water on the range, afore we bath
Of fresh produce, of luscious game, black pudding o’ delight
Shilling be spent, fill up thy churn
Horses’ clod on cobbled streets, ploughed fields, farmer’s relief
Leg thy narrow boat, steam locomotive, cut short thy duration
Better to tow, canal bank astride
The Victorian age, of history, of pride
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
- Underway
Batten down hatches,
Engine order telegraph...
Clangs full steam ahead.
- Crossing The Bar
Gray sky’s foreboding,
Waves crashing over the bow...
The steal womb shudders.
- Making Way
The days grow longer,
As gulls climb on the fresh breeze...
Betwixt and between.
- Arrival
Red, right, returning,
Tugs hasten our arrival...
Heaving lines are thrown.
...(fall, winter, spring, summer)
I've been around and back again
and now nothing seems the same
I looked at life in such a way
that didn't fit and now I pray
That this new size will slip on right
now my eyes are not shut tight
My mind is clear and my aim is true
You did your best to make me blue
but it doesn't matter how much you tried
I cried a river, now I've turned the tide
I live to sail another sea
Steering a course of positivity
Bringing up the anchor
Leaving behind the rancor
Full steam ahead
Take the rough with the smooth
I have it all to prove
The future charted bright like the stars above
Pen to paper, my path to make the most of...
Admiral Farragut sailed into Mobile Bay with his reluctant crew!
The bay was strewn with tons of torpedoes and apprehension grew!
"Sail on! Sail on!, ye mighty Hartford ship!" was Farragut's battle cry!
"We'll blast them Rebel ships to 'ell! Men, 'tis yer duty to do er die!"
'Twas then he uttered those immortal words that'll live forever and a day:
"Damn the torpedoes! Full steam ahead!" - and with that it was 'anchors aweigh'!
Tars fearing for their souls exclaimed, "That's easy fer that ol' poop to say!"
But with clenched teeth they dashed ahead and won the Battle of Mobile Bay!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
A hostage to fortune, a throw of the dice
Your confidence blind as you skate on thin ice
The plans that made that you think cannot fail
Are full of ambition yet decidedly frail
Life’s so unpredictable, full of surprise
The sworn promises given turned out to be lies
The anger you feel at the hands of a cheat
Dreams are in tatters you thought were complete
Your shattered that life should put you to the test
When all of the time you were doing your best
You now start to wonder just how you will cope
Life undermines all but it can’t defeat hope
So never give up, whilst there’s sun in the sky
Stare the adversity straight in the eye
Face up to your demons ignore all the dread
Tomorrow, plain sailing so full steam ahead