Best Naval Poems
Luna, to the depths
of my fondest delight,
You are regally dressed
this beautiful night.
Your beaming full face,
frosted splendidly bright,
Causes Venus to become
pale in your sight.
Your reflection shining down
from your lofty height
Dances on the swaying sea
in bejeweled light.
Known as the `beaver'
full moon eclipse tonight,
In awe still am l as your
shadow takes flight.
I rejoice in the return
of your graceful might.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
**Why is the full moon known as the "beaver" full moon?
The U.S. Naval Observatory's Geoff Chester offers the reasoning behind the name:
"[The] name comes from Native American skylore reminding trappers to set their
final traps for the season before the beaver ponds freeze up for the winter,"
Chester writes. He also notes this moon is sometimes also referred to as the "Frosty Moon."
A Christmas dinner that can’t be beat
Here is the menu of what we’ll eat
Mashed potatoes whipped smooth and fluffy
Green bean casserole; nice and crunchy
Pickles and olives on a perfect relish tray
Cranberry delight that’s been chilling all day
Sweet potatoes such tasty treats
Hot rolls steaming both white and wheat
Homemade honey butter and strawberry jam
A gorgeous honey glazed Christmas ham
Turkey and noodles are piping hot
A fuzzy naval salad; I almost forgot
A slow roasted turkey golden brown
And broccoli rice casserole; pass it around
For dessert we’ve a variety of tasty treats
Tons of scrumptious goodies to eat
Chocolate chip cookies and brownies so sweet
Four kinds of pies including minced meat
It’s all there so fill up your plate
I’m getting mine, I can hardly wait
Majestic cathedrals are erected for the worship of God,
Featuring towering spires and ostentatious facade.
Grand organs acclaim ancient hymns with clarion flourish.
Melodious choirs sing hosannas, languid souls to nourish!
Most congregants worship in less pretentious surrounds,
But the same generous blessings from above abounds.
It matters not the size of the building or its congregation.
The people are the church worshipping with joyous celebration!
Upon distant fields of frightful martial campaign,
And upon naval vessels plodding the roiling main,
Dedicated chaplains in simple settings minister to their fold,
Proclaiming just as effectively the cogent message of old!
Whether it be mosque, synagogue, cathedral or canvas tent,
And whatever the religion or creed may be the people's bent,
One thing they have in common and it will be clearly evident,
They all witness the presence of their God ever omnipotent!
Perhaps in lieu of building mighty edifices prone to decay,
Bridges of understanding could be built to keep prejudices at bay,
Drawing diverse peoples together for a common good,
Fostering charity, fellowship and world-wide brotherhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…
In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…
Her name was Madame Butterfly;
true love embraced her one fine day.
By sea, he came, neath bright, blue sky,
on Navy ship from far away.
Love, at first sight, it was for them,
this naval officer and his
sweet Geisha from Japan, a gem;
together found a lover's bliss.
His tour was done, and now goodbye
would break her heart, but he'd return...
he said...then left his Butterfly.
She watched him leave, with sad concern.
His son was born, and three years passed;
each day she looked out to the shore.
No sign of him, and she soon asked...
is he now gone, forevermore?
But, then one day, her love arrived!
The ship was there moored in the bay.
He had returned, with joy she cried,
oh, happy day...she knelt to pray.
At once, she saw a woman there...
and holding hands with her dear man,
the father of her son...unfair...
he, with a wife, came to Japan.
Her heart now broken; how life turned...
her true love found then lost, and yet
returned to her...but she has learned
he's lost forever...such regret.
Her honor lost, her life is done.
She hugs her son and says goodbye.
Behind the screen, neath morning sun...
with dagger high...poor Butterfly.
August 7, 2016
~5th Place~
Contest: A Love Lost, Then Found Only To Lose Again
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri-Carroll
Judged: 08/26/2016
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Impaled
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Judged: 08/08/2019
Story from "Madame Butterfly" - an opera composed by Giacomo Puccini
Infinity beckons taunting
Beyond the mortal ridge
For time enough to really live
Those longings yet to bridge
I wear your symbol
Pierced in diamonds sharp
On my ears that I may always
Remember to hear you with my heart
Your curve that knows no ending dangles
On sterling chain around my throat
A reminder to fulfill
Solemn promises I have spoke
You rest upon my naval
A charm of infinities tease
As outer beauty gives way to age
Sweet time my youth appeased
Your sign never ending
Like fools upon the earth
Inked in red upon my wrist
Hiding scars when thoughts of life seemed undeserved
What is my obsession O'infinity
Our days so quickly turn to past
Within parameters of death and birth
Experiences just beyond our grasp
If I could overstep your boundaries
Place my toes just over your edge
Calculate your infinite zeros
Owning resources for dreams alleged
My learning curve a continuum
Time to get it right
A touch of love a sacrifice
Those things first missed in darkest night
The caress of your face not given
A smile unreturned
"I love you" remains in silence
In ashes lie bridges burned
Infinity... A dimension utterly unknown
I need you not to fly the sky or mountain's high to climb
This endlessness that immortals own
But to see again those souls Ive lost in time
I hold no comfort of heaven's gate or Hell
Though promises of infinity are all too common there
I just want days and nights unnumbered
For in youth we're completely unprepared
For Infinite choices without wisdom
When of passing days we have no fear
But as the end draws ever nearer
Hearts aching for that which we should have revered
Time becomes a commodity
Too sacred now to waste
Remind me always the quickness of a day
Sweet Infinity, it's why your symbol I embrace
Government
Royal family, regal, royalties,
England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales are part of GB, Europe
Army, Air force, and Naval support
Treasures, tutoring, training
Buildings and gardens of significance
Rivers, rail and roads
Islands surrounded by sea
Territorial forces, tax tea and traffic
Archaeology, history unveiled and preserved
Industry
National pride, National Insurance, National Health Service
sons never came back…
dawn breaking naval attack
ships sinking to black
Sherlock Holmes and Watson made
A duo fighting crime
The wise detective and his friend
The greatest in their time!
It all began with 'Gloria Scott'
When old man Trevor died
Sherlock then, to help his friend
His hobby theories tried
Whether Naval Treaties lost
Or strange Red-headed League
Holmes and trusty Watson solved
Conundrums and intrigue
Whether 'twas the Second Stain
Or swan at Abbey Grange
Those dearest fellows smoked their pipes
On matters grave and strange
If Watson never understood
'Till matters did conclude
It sometimes seems 'twas Holmes's fault
That things were misconstrued
Then there came the felons' dread
The sudden shout, "Halloa!"
And Watson, sometimes young Lestrade
Would run to see below
I think, perhaps, that Watson's mind
Was sharper yet than ours
For putting up with Holmes's quirks
Could be like counting stars
Women are bold,Women are beautiful.
Aspiring curves of your womb.
The power of your hip ribs, delivers the reproduce.
Artistic deep naval to the core.
Slightly below lies the line of nature.
And the devilic delight.
The world revolves what lies above and what lies below.
The satisfaction of the patriarchy world.
I stand before both.
Wanna' enjoy the beauty and the beast in the feminist thought.
Contraflexure and resonance you produce from your heart.
The enigma I wanna' solve.
You bow down to caricature you love.
I adore how you pull back.
From rustic cult desires of yours.
Wanna' learn thou art.
Up in the air lies your feet.
The world we care for.
Ohh!!! Bold and Beautiful
My Women.
Lemme' radicate you till your soul.
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!
Love, Wayne
Your skin glows like the Banana, blossoms sexy as the daisy in the purest hope of
spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of
your name, Wayne.
The evening ascends in on a great humming bird wing.
I am calmed by your g-string that I carry into the twilight of tablebeams and hold
next to my philtrum.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my knees falls from my hat, it reminds me of your bed.
In the hushed, I listen for the last holler of the spring.
My heated naval leaps to my jeans. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret
thrill so that we may dance as one, naval to naval, in search of the glorious red and
spiritual eyes of love.
From the love poem generator on poetry soup!! LOL
Orange is the chakra color
that governs our sexuality,
our creativity, and passion.
This chakra, the sacral area
beneath the naval, sparks our
drive to love and reproduce.
It calls upon artists to paint,
poets to create inspiring poetry,
composers, melodious music.
Orange rules hues of firelight in
the glorious sunrise and sunsets.
Tangerine skies lend tranquility
with beauty each dawn and dusk.
Carnelian, orange jade, and agate
gemstones increase and aid self-
esteem, confidence, and balance.
Orange, a color of joy and harmony.
So wrap yourself in orange glory!
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My Hero
I was once in your womb
Pain of giving birth was like
One foot in the tomb
The bout that you needed to ease
Because I might be lost
If you don't fight to cease
Thank you for rocking me unceasingly
Thank you for feeding me
In the middle of the night tirelessly
The naval that I see
Is evident that you never gave up on me
I love you so much Mommy
Thank you for your unconditional love
You are my hero Mommy
Sshhh don't tell Daddy Mommy!
I love you too Daddy!
And you are the King and Queen of my heart.
@Copyright Meline C. Ngo
September 30, 2015
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