Best Suez Poems
My trip to mighty Blighty.
At the age of just nineteen
I bought myself a ticket
Packed up all my bags and stuff
And climbed aboard the ship
I was off to mighty Blighty.
And so I left these Aussie shores
And sailed the deep blue seas
I crossed so many lovely countries
And stopped at quite a few
On the way to mighty Blighty.
I travelled through the Suez
Then went on up to Naples
And then off to Gibralta
I saw some lovely sights
As I sailed to the mighty Blighty
Then sailed on to my destination
No more stops along the way
Four long weeks it took this boat
Then at last I spied the shores
As I arrived at mighty Blighty.
23 May 2014.
The cost of living collided to the sky and plus claustrophobia minus class of cloud equal to clerk count to countries and Kiribati. I live to love the lovable and to live with laughable to laudable and laundry plus yard to the Yankees family. I stop to think and thank the technology.
Life is too short to be conditioned class of clauses to calm the camouflage to candle plus the Suez Canal to clandestine. It clears the clan to bookworms. I touch the logo to the bank of Bangkok.
Run in the rain so that you train by the grains to green line and desktop to dockyard plus document to illegal and illegitimate actions. He chews gum to China. He rests by the tree to try to be enough to him. Honest earn the animation to amateur.
Line to lemonade, let me know if you care to call to Kalahari desert and condemn conquerors that you control to contact clergy to collect college degree to dig hole to hold up to Hollywood star.
You sound happy to hatred and rudeness to rodent to the duke of Sierra Leone. Tornado torments my thought to help technicians with strategy temple of temptation. The cannabis to bunch of drugs addicts to grow corn by the corner of the road.
My roundabout rings bell to eliminate all form of bellicose. I rush to Lisa Russell to witness glory and gun down the gamblers. We scout to stallion to start stalwart to solidification. I move to smell the night air with an apple on my right hand pen on the left to talk to the night. I feel covered in silhouette.
Suez Canal-
The bypass performed,
On the chests of the Egyptians,
Bleeding for miles carrying to sea,
Blue sea,before blood mix,
Red Sea after both had sex!
A New Land
by Robert(Bob) Moore
When I was a young man, England was my home
I lived there for 18 years, then began to roam
I was happy where I was, but dad made up his mind
time to leave Old England, a new place to live we’d find
Soon we all were sailing, across the Mediterranean Sea
heading to Australia, a new land, young and free
we went through the Suez, the Indian Ocean too
over six weeks on a boat, with all new things to do
A youth, with all my life before me, heading to a great land
with my parents and three sisters, I knew life could be grand
I thought that if I found a job, and saved up all my dough
in two years, I’d have paid my dues, back to England I would go
and now it’s over fifty years, I’ve lived here in this land
had children and a happy life, I knew it would be grand
I could never find the words I’d need, to explain to you
how good this life turned out for me, so to dad I say “Thank you”
Five Words Used 1. Lived 2. Parents 3. Sailing 4. Words 5. Youth
Both of us vacationed at the same resort.
Had rum vis-a-vis. Mediocre story.
One night you offered me and friend to escort
To music bar du jour. I won't be sorry.
We met when for both of us life was stable.
I was enchanted with velvet barytone.
Both me and you, we were so available,
Moreover, I was ready for engagement*.
We dined with wine and flamboyant cordon bleu.
From then on I realized we were en suite.
After long walk on the beach we sat down nu
In the crashing waves. You tasted too damn sweet.
I shivered, you gave me embace and your shirt.
In your oceanview suite we showered tête-à-tête.
You're too good to be true, first to make me squirt.
Tried to leave few times, though due to etiquette.
We made love so passionately À la française
I let it go and I granted you carte blanche
I started dreaming we'd see Canal of Suez
While unconsciously expecting new life's punch.
With first rays of sun my eye sees your body
To me it is simply pure chef-d'oeuvre
Together with your mind you do embody
Ideal. I'd exhibit you in Louvre.
Our tender sweet morning sex was Art Nouveau:
So pure, vibrant, new, delish, refreshing, chic.
While evening sex I'd classify Art Deco
It decorates my memoirs with awesome lick.
It is time for breakfast of toasts, cafe au lait.
Sex and two fried eggs would get us through the day.
We converse. Turns out we like Cirque du Soleil
I prayed to God that we meet again in May.
Right After breakfast we head down to the beach.
To swim, play in the waves, sun bathe and cuddle.
Your bum is as soft as golden autumn's peach
I find myself tangled in email bubble.
We lay back and look afar into the sea
At art of love and passion I'm débutante,
My head is left with short glimpses potpourri.
We are planning dining at a restaurant.
Before getting ready we both go upstairs
We love each other tender with so much might.
How will I live after tonight? Oh who cares!
The moment is free of indecision, fright.
* French pronounce
AmazinG courageous heroes, Rangers, Seals and Delta Force of AmericA
Militarily defending freedom and liberty against radical, jihad terrorisM
Around the world defeating all evil men with an Anti - American agendA
Zemzem flows from Mecca the oasis for good & evil, all the way to SueZ
Israeli support is given for Hebrew hate in Syria, Iran, Iraq and AfghanI
Navy Seals #6 killed Usama, Anglicos got Saddam out of hole he was iN
Guardians & defenders of all men everywhere, they are simply AmazinG
Amazing Acrostic shadow style with "Amazing" the first word and the last word
A tribute to America's Special Forces
More than fifty ships go through the Suez Canal on any day.
However, a very large freighter has blocked the passageway.
The ship called the "Ever Given" comes from a company in Taiwan.
Unsuccessful efforts to move the vessel have been going on.
Tugboats and personnel are trying to get the big ship free.
Meanwhile, hundreds of other craft have been stalled on the sea.
This incident is having a negative impact on the world economy.
From a story found in the Los Angeles Times.
Green scene that caught and took me clean away,
captivated on the sights as the train
excels, on our progress in the same day,
a rare place I will never know and gain.
The Nile amongst the fields and the beauty
of the palm trees, and brown sandy places,
camels, tall pyramids so much to see
as we pass the sites and sun kissed faces.
Travel between Suez, Luxor, Aswan,
Alexandria, Port Said, and Cairo.
Breathtaking, you never have time to yawn
knowing it will be a fabulous show.
Traveling through Egypt's grace in leisure,
a lulling train rides in comfort pleasure.
9/29/2017
My journey through life has seen so much
far have I traveled and much I have done
seen so many things that most others never do
the rock of Gibraltar, with teems of scary monkeys
traveling out we sailed through the Suez canal
wondrous mysteries that delighted an eight year old
camels striding along, enormous crocs floating by
the land so close you want to touch it and run on it
Zanzibar our next port of call, ram shackled boats galore
the heady scents of spices abounds teasing the nostrils
the vivid different colors everywhere flood my senses
on to our destination Dar-es-Salaam harbor most picturesque
a miss mash of ships some luxury most tramp ships or boats
sails of all colors, dark people unloading trunks from the holds
this was a time taken out of time, a way of life quite relaxed
just think of the things ahead, the adventures that awaited me
written 08/08/2013
contest Your Journey
in 1958 the Suez canal was open later it got blocked by sunk ships
The young lad sat in the old school room
To him the place felt like a tomb
He knew that he would be leaving soon
He felt restless
He got a job on the factory floor
This just seemed to be a bore
So he quit when he could take no more
The world was there to see
He packed his gear in an ancient grip
And set out on an adventure trip
To the Pool of London to join a ship
And ran away to sea
Ten men packed in a cabin tight
Snoring and breaking wind all night
But he could cope with this all right
He was on the move
Soon they were landing on foreign shores
Where they took on cargo and fresh stores
And drank and brawled and slept with whores
Then off again to sea
He saw the turtles and sharks and whale
Ships under steam and under sail
Felt both the roll of a force ten gale
And the calm of an island lee
He thought of lads he had left at school
On the factory floor or playing pool
Knowing that they would be missing it all
Glad he wasn’t with them
Through Suez or the Panama
Rio or to Zanzibar
Nowhere seemed to be too far
To tie up at a quay
He crossed the Great Australian Bight
Where gigantic waves all toped with white
Sparkling with Phosphorescent light
Came crashing over the foc’sle
He’d watched lovely Polynesian girls
Diving naked in search of pearls
The vision blurred as the water swirls
Some vision
He’d stood on deck when a seamen died
Watched the corpse slipped over the side
Sinking slowly under the tide
Gone forever
He’d sailed beneath the Golden Gate
By Alkatraz where the convicts wait
All hoping to dodge a grisly fate
Electric chair
He’d seen bars explode in a vicious fight
Or sometimes sat on a tropic night
Watching fireflies flash iridescent light
How relaxing
He’d seen men crazy through too much dope
Sailed round the horn and the cape of hope
Been offered a woman for a bar of soap
That’s poverty
He travelled the globe both far and nigh
From the Norway fjord to old Shanghai
This was the life of sea and sky
This was the life for he
He’d met with the hero and with the liar
Saw the sun go down like a ball of fire
Thought of this life he would never tire
Things were changing
Little Jack sits in a class-room
With tears in his little eyes.
He’d like to leave the room soon,
But he still sits there and cries.
“What happened” – the janitor asks,
“You know, boys shouldn’t cry.
Your teachers gave too many tasks
Or the lessons were too dry?”
Little Jack still sobs and sighs,
He fears to raise his little head.
“My friends and teachers were nice
Oh, I feel so stupid and ashamed!
My geography teacher told me today
To find the Suez Canal on the map,
But the Canal had oddly gone astray
Please, look at the atlas on my lap!”
The janitor sets about leafing through
This colorful, thick, interesting book
“It’s difficult to catch on – it’s true,
But we’ve the Suez Canal here, look!”
Little Jack’s eyes cheered up at once.
He was embarrassed but very content
With the sudden discovery – he cries:
“I looked for it on another continent!”
Ships of Poverty
Going through the Suez Canal in the fifties was
fraught every porthole and doors had to be
locked or we were robbed.
The ship swarmed with carpet sellers, thieves
and people selling dubious alcohol and
*********** that even looked old fashioned
and they were not shy touching up a young
sailor. And for us who had no education we
thought this was Egypt a country of robbers
and shameless perverts.
The Red Sea, Persian Gulf another nightmare
on ships that had no air condition. We slept
on deck to catch the cooling morning breeze.
Our suffering made ship owners very rich.
The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand and sun
with lots of jobs, and lots of space, a life there will be fun
I didn’t really want to go, at 18 my life was here
but dad had made his mind up, he made that very clear
it’s all or none he said to me, we go together or, we stay
so we agreed we all would go, and I’d return home one day
We caught a train to London, and as we crossed the Pennine Chain
little did I think, that I would not see them again
I’d hiked and camped all over them, since I was just a lad
Glossop, Hayfield, Kinder Scout, and all the fun we’d had
The train got to St Pancras, in the early morning light
time to have some breakfast, look around and see the sights
I had never been to London, this was my first trip,
we saw Nelsons Column, but that was about it
We had to go to Tilbury, a ship was waiting for us there
to take us half way round the world, to a land dad said was fair
it needed population, to help it build and grow
and people came from many lands to try and make it so
so we sailed, down the Thames, hoping things would be alright
out into the Channel, and past Dovers cliffs of white
across the Bay of Biscay, through the Med and Suez too
then over the Indian Ocean, until Australia came into view
We called at Port Fremantle, then crossed the Australian Bight
just a stop at Melbourne, then on to Sydney through the night
at eight thirty in the morning, I went up on to deck A
we passed under the Harbour Bridge, England 12000 miles away
I would never again see England, or walk the Pennine Hills
never again see Manchester, the winter fogs, and chills
my friends from when I was a lad, are just memory
but living in Australia, has been a good life for me.
The Suez Canal is finally free
Precious toilet paper can come to me
This too large cargo ship
In the world a backward flip
Twas as crazy as Boston Harbor's tea
The merchant ship
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that
load and unload I record time there is no time to go ashore
and explore. After a year of this tedium, you go home
and have seen nothing but oil tubes.