Best Ss Poems
The Great Lakes Engineering Works built a new boat
S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, t'would soon be afloat
The people that owned her needed a name
President of the company was given that fame.
One of the largest boats to sail on the Great Lakes
Was a solidly built boat and had what it takes
September twenty fourth nineteen fifty and eight
Was her maiden voyage, laden with freight.
The 'Mighty Fitz' was the nickname they gave her
'Titanic Of The Lakes', sadly that would come later
For years she shipped freight from town to town
Crossing the Great Lakes, left, right, up and down.
The lakes weather worsened in the month of November
Ferocious storm's that would pull ships asunder
That fateful day 'The Fitz' took a route
Sailing to Detroit from a port near Duluth.
A hurricane force storm was heading their way
Other ships took refuge in Whitefish bay
Captain McSorleys last message, " We're holding our own"
What happened thereafter isn't quite known.
The storm battered the boat with thirty foot waves
And sent all her crew to their watery graves
November the tenth, nineteen seventy five
The 'Mighty Fitz' sank, no one did survive.
Lake Superior was where the tragedy occurred
When the news got out, church bells could be heard
The Reverend Ingalls twenty nine times he did toll
For the crew of 'The Mighty Fitz' every lost soul.
A memorial service is held once a year
The bells are tolled, they pray, shed a tear
Stories have been written, and a ballad too
Dedicated to the men of 'The Mighty Fitz' crew.
A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
Written 18.12. 2017
POETRY
it is me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
show..
yet,not dwell;
let our verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
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.
ship of the valiants
strongly sailing overseas
pilgrims of the world
They tell us to be fanatical at all cost even if it means all of German life will be
lost, i look back on the early days when the talk of war was still a haze believe
they said always believe in the fuhrer he commands we follow now it seems
those words were hollow.
Now I sit here facing death with great sorrow I guess it's my fault I signed my life
over to the SS with out a thought but we were the master race the very best
Hitler's SS with his will we were blessed. What went wrong national socialism was
so very strong Himmler would say to us only in nazism and the Nazi SS would
fortune give us freedom or should I not blame my self or the nazis but the
common enemy international Jewry, which I guess is now were I make my death
bed the Reich is in ruin the fuhrer is dead the symbol of the SS our figure head
chose to abandon us instead.
I guess there is nothing left but I'll be damned if I fight till the death no longer will I
blame another now I'll try and return home and find my mother and little brother
god willing they survived this holocaust of lies. Speaking of holocaust yes it true
the nightmare the Jews encountered was because of us the SS it was the fuhrers
will and some consider it a thrill the rest of us found it extremely ill to kill innocent
folk but they were Jews.
I guess I don't have to explain it to you I felt compelled to write this poem in
hopes that one day the world will see we weren't all sadist just brainwashed by
the promise of paradise to any one would sound nice. It's over any way nazism is
gone washed away I stand here before you a simple man who got caught up in a
awful murderous plan man's darkest hour that gave him so much power.
Cole Hodson
copyright (C) 2006
Sensationally senile sedentary solid senators
solemnly, sincere, seriously self-serving
sanctifying, seconding, seeking senatorial reelection
In 1947 in the Straits of Malacca near Indonesia
An old Dutch freighter the SS Ourang Medan
Sent a message out that the whole crew was dead
With the last message from the operator being, “I die”
An all-out effort was made to find the ship
And when it was found no-one responded from aboard
They were able to get on board by rope
What they found deepened the mystery
Because the whole crew were indeed dead
And in death they all had a look of terror on their faces
Suddenly smoke was seen from the engine room
The rescue crew had to quickly leave the ship
And it blew up sinking quickly beneath the waves
Taking the mystery of what had happened with it
Was it ghosts or aliens that killed them all?
Or was it a cover up of transporting nerve gas
No records about whether this was true are available
The dead crew and the destroyed ship still remains a mystery.
© Paul Warren Poetry
How deep in love I am with you
Each day this feeling becomes even stronger
Every time I kiss your lips
And every time I look into your eyes
I find my heart beating faster for you
I believe God made me to be with you
That ever road I been on
Has only brought me to you
And finally now I've found the place I belong
You bring so much joy to me
And so much direction to my life
You make me love, love
And appreciate the bond I have with you
You put that sparkle in my eye
And the chill in my spine
You’re so perfect to me
I'm so in love
I’ve never been more in love in my life
You truly make me happy
I wish I could thank God every second of everyday for sending you my way!!
Sheep
Shoes
Shirt and swan.
Snake
Snail
Star and sun.
Straw
Stream
Steak and seat.
How many of these Ss words
would you like to eat?
When the Germans invaded Latvia and Estonia
They decided these people would have 3rd Reich favours
And so they recruited or drafted young men into the Waffen SS
Who fought on the Eastern Front battles showing their mettle
When the war started to go bad for the Germans
These troops were still fighting backs to the wall without end
Then Hitler suicided and the Germans surrendered
The Latvian and Estonians couldn’t go home and were stranded
The Nazis had to be tried for criminal behaviour
So these Waffen SS volunteered to guard their old Nazi leaders without favour
And were trained and uniformed as American soldiers
Learning American military drill not goose stepping bolder
Isn’t it ironic that the SS soldiers were in the pay
Of the country seen as an enemy now in a shade of grey
So they stood guard in the Nuremberg courts
As non-goose stepping Ex-Waffen SS Soldiers of sorts
Looking back at the guards so pristine
And know they are not all that very clean
When the Nazi criminals were tried hung or jailed
These ex-Waffen SS ended up in the USA after the war ending prevailed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Deep into the sunflower,
Shirking away in facade.
Alas!
The It in the search for it,
But the constellations know better.
Soon draws in the daily winter;
When the flowers wilt and fall;
As it shivers off the travesties,
To settle up in serene,
Adorning its grey regalia,
Giving It the fickle find.
The moon plays hide and seek,
And the night is It.
SS
If You're Gonna Be:
SO SCHIZO!
Why Not Have:
Delusionzzz of Whimzzzy
And Sooothing Tranquilllity...
Or Satisfaction With:
The Amazing Majestic Impossible Beauty Of:
Anything
Ever
Being
Here
At All??
Instead've:
OVERPOWERING SSUFFERING GUILT !!!
Hmmmm????
-Gray Squirrel
03-08-2025
I dont know what intrigues me so deeply
You have curiosity running through my veins
And a fascination for your ways through my brain
You tickle my fantacy
And delight my mind
You bring me peace and ease
With simple conversation I cant deny
I know I could fall in love with you
Without reasons or whys
You are perfection in my eyes
Everything I'm looking for in a man
What is it about you that interests my mind
Its the purest form of confusion
But with so much insight
While kissing you I get lost in time
Where every heart beat has rhyme
And every echo is silent
So do I deny our connection
Or learn to try
Not Superman, but "Super Spreader"
A "Lies & Virus" Double-header
He's heading your way
Tomorrow you'll pay
People we loved could not be deader!*
*220,000 and counting
In memory of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
November 10, 1975
Seventeen miles Northwest of Whitefish Point, Michigan
Lake Superior
Twenty-nine crew men are cradled
in a watery grave
no distress calls were ever heard
no bodies ever recovered
the gales of November turned fierce
as the 729 foot ore carrier
plummeted to her final resting place
530 feet below
Lake Superior holds too many secrets
and leaves to many mysteries
It's unforgiving of sailors, yet
catches every tear from the families and friends
of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald