Best Warship Poems
On the twenty fourth of February in twenty twenty two
Russia invaded Ukraine and fierce fighting did ensue
Vladimir Putin it seems, wants to restore the iron curtain
And sadly he will succeed, of that it looks certain.
Tanks and missiles, the Russians used in their attack
But against Putins thugs, brave Ukrainians are fighting back
Vladimir Putin is unhinged and he Is losing his sanity
Claiming the Ukraine is a threat, to Russian security.
He's made threats to the west, if they come to Ukraines aid
Does he honestly think that western powers are afraid
Unfortunately the Ukraine is not part of the Nato alliance
So the west introduced, heavy sanctions in defiance.
Hitting Russia with severe sanctions seems like a good idea
But it failed to stop Russian aggression, when they invaded Crimea
A lot more needs to be done though before it's too late
Or the Ukrainian people will suffer, an unspeakable fate.
The Ukrainian president has sent out a rallying cry
Ukrainians are bearing arms, and are prepared to die
The death toll will rise with casualties on either side
People are running to find safety but there's no where to hide.
Putin claimed only military targets, would be in the line of fire
But civilian apartments have been hit, Putin is a liar
There has been many deaths, some badly injured too
But they will fight to the last man, it's what they will do.
Acts of bravery the Ukrainians will always remember
Like the guards on Snake Island who refused to surrender
The Russian warship fired missiles, all thirteen men died
To me that is a war crime; those responsible should be tried.
The old days are over, the Soviet Union is long dead
Why can't Vladimir Putin get that fact in his head
Invading peaceful countries is an abominable crime
He should be charged with murder and put away for a long time.
Written 25th February 2022
Categories:
warship, conflict, death, military, murder,
Form:
Rhyme
for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that. I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beautiful
like that, and mysterious. Like the Bard, I now
consign them to the page. Reborn again.
My Navy hero, he sent us letters in brown V-
Mail folders, wartime paper and postage efficient,
and in one for our pianist stepmom, the lyrics
and music to "Lili Marlene." As for pin-ups,
he never owned up to Betty Grable's fabled legs,
her teasing over-the-shoulder glance, aimed toward
GI's everywhere, though there was the obligatory
tattoo he could never erase after sailor days, bluing
like Popeye's down the inside of his right arm.
Pacific time brought reward, some misfortune:
a bout with tuberculosis in Bizarte, Tunisia:
a year of recovery in a Naval hospital at home,
painting by the numbers, waiting out the time.
But, there was a hero's commendation from his
commanding officer for "aid in evacuation
of the wounded, and bringing the vessel into
port after torpedoing."
The ship, LST-3, earned two battle stars
for World War II service. Decommissioned
and struck from the Naval Register, it was sold
for scrapping, 10 September, 1947 - the year
I graduated from high school.
He was not sold for scrap metal, nor sustained
any. He came home to his sweetheart, and his kid
sister -- you know the one. That's her in a middle
row of the Ritz movie house, the one crying
while "Anchors Aweigh" plays after the War Bonds
trailer to the image of a warship, plunging
valiantly on a faraway sea
Categories:
warship, family,
Form:
Free verse
Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
teletyped an unripe heliotype.
Guttersnipe snipe,
stipe snipe ripe,
a wipe type a tripe,
unleash a withering hype.
Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a battleship Chip.
Clip,
airstrip,
blip,
scrip,
gyp,
flip,
dip.
Unsip, blue clip,
A warship, weathering stick.
To miche an itch,
to stitch a witch.
Rich a quitch,
Hitch a flitch.
Gabrilowitsch,
the grand son of a *****!
Pitched a ditch to flitch a niche.
Made a rich hitch lich.
The Thia tie thy tried to untie an unshy,
Spied a sny sty,
He ascribed a bribe tribe,
to dib drib, lib and sib.
A death pale,
dwaled and engrailed,
enjailed and bewailed.
The cocktale turned into a,
ginger ale stale.
A hobnail.
A pale kale.
The whale waled
a veil of wail.
The stale air,
railed the quailing sale.
Dipped the snip,
to pip the tip,
and baled the avail,
to the flailed snail.
Attract extract reenact,
saddle backed and subtracted,
the tact the pact
an unmistakable fact.
Swag the unsage,
the wage of the tutelage.
A coffee break
a bit of a cornflake
cupcaked the cake of the devil's flake.
Draked the fake fruitcake,
and hake the jake on the mellow lake.
Mistake the overtake.
A pancake sheik,
cried spake of a toothache.
Ack Ack!
Back, Bootblack Jack.
Pack the Pontiac rack,
sack the Hackensack,
hijack the leatherback.
Offtrack the outback,
rack the sack,
smack the stack,
stickleback the tictack track,
to the umiak Union Jack.
Twack the whack yak sack,
A mystical one eyed zodiac.
Bready a speedy,
deedy the weedy,
Reedy to leedy.
Unheedy indeedy.
Leda, Vida, Theda.
Sketched an etch,
itched a hatch.
So speechless,
breathless,
toothless.
The socialist,
the communist,
the theorist
the terrorist.
Bedded the bedding
in a dreadful beheading.
Weeded the weed,
leading the lead,
tended the teed.
The ready read,
the reedy reeded.
The seedy seeded.
The end is Ending.
Categories:
warship,
Form:
Verse
Why Islam is the final religion?
We know Moses , We know Jesus (Messengers of God)
They are in our book (Holy Quran)
Why Islam is the final religion
Why , What's the hook?
The answer I know , but are you willing to go
through it.
Islam is to warship one God , Don't create another
You can't make for the God
A wife, son or a brother
,So that's the reason in these lines
Islam is the final religion to correct those signs>>(Gods family,Another God,3 in 1)
Categories:
warship, faith, happiness, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
"Never Forget"
A brutal blow
From a foe.
Awoke a gentle giant.
With hatred fused.
Our planes were used
Like daggers while they chanted.
Hundreds of lives
They stole that day.
Of every religion and color.
Awakened to war.
On land ,sea, and shore.
Defending Americas honor.
Transforming the ruins into a ship.
That will hunt them down and we'll
"Never Forget"
Maflongfellow
USS New York
It was built with 24 tons of scrap steel from the
World Trade Center.
It is the fifth in a new class of warship - designed for missions that include special
operations against terrorists. It will carry a crew of 360 sailors and 700 combat-ready
Marines to be delivered ashore by helicopters and assault craft.
Steel from the World Trade Center was melted down in a foundry in Amite, LA to cast
the ship's bow section. When it was poured into the molds on Sept 9, 2003, 'those
big
rough steelworkers treated it with total reverence,' recalled Navy Capt. Kevin
Wensing,
who was there. 'It was a spiritual moment for everybody there.'
Junior Chavers, foundry operations manager, said that when the trade center steel
first
arrived, he touched it with his hand and the 'hair on my neck stood up.' 'It had a big
meaning to it for all of us,' he said 'They knocked us down. They can't keep us
down.We're going to be back.'
The ship's motto? 'Never Forget'
NEVER FORGET...!!!
She will be arriving in NY harbor on Nov 1, 2009 and commissioned in the US Navy
Nov.
7.
If you are planning a trip to NY, you will be able to tour the ship during that week.
Categories:
warship, death, dedication, history, loss
Form:
" Red White & Blue "
Let's sail now boys for our flag~
Into gales down great waves~
Come now lads don't ye lag~
Who fights now our shore saves~
Take ye now your grog in hand~
Merry thus ye hearty band~
Aloft to set her greatest sail~
A'sea we go to warship hail~
Cannons ready powder black~
Cutlass honed scabbard slack~
Keen our eye for enemy found~
Into battle we're thus bound~
Our ship she flies her flags so high~
Atop tall masts beneath our sky~
Pennants sewn for they our krewe~
Naught but colors red white & blue~
SeaWolf
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Categories:
warship, adventure, red,
Form:
Rhyme
AUDIBLE HORRIBLE
hearing paddling away
think silence bouquet
PALETTE TRAGIC
taste creel caught
meals easier bought
EMOTIONAL REVERSAL
warship bombards feelings
cheaper dental drillings
OLFACTORY REFRACTORY
smell setting sail
restroom odors bail
VISUAL PITIFUL
eyesight in lifeboat
memorize your remote
LOGIC FROLIC
mind barge bound
serenity island found
... CayCay
October 19, 2018
(written for contest)
Categories:
warship, funny, humorous, senses, silly,
Form:
Couplet
A warship she is, this ship of gray,
Underway, underway, making way.
The decks vibrate, the tone, the sound,
Un-der-way-un-der-way, the pistons pound.
On the horizon stands a singular mast,
Un-der-way-un-der-way, make her fast.
Increase her speed, begin the turn,
Un-der-way-UN-DER-WAY, prop and churn!
Balanced and deadly the guns do slew,
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, the radars too.
Fire first one, then pour on the rounds,
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, competing sounds!
Blast and shards upon the bow,
Into the waves strike and plow,
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, welds and steel.
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, man on keel.
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, oil n’ fire.
UN-DER-WAY-UN-DER-WAY, smoke n’ ire.
On the horizon the mast a tilting,
Over the side the splashes wilting.
Now all alone is this warship’s sound.
Un-der-way-un-der-way, the pistons pound.
Turn hard then steady, away from home.
Underway, underway, my ocean to roam.
Categories:
warship, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Seven religions Rule the world...
Praying since a little boy or girl
Praying up to 5 times a day,
to keep science's away.
All ask for the same prizes.
Be like us don't be yourself.
Ten percent of your wealth.
Repent for your health your,
Churchmen are your brothers.
Warship this god, no other.
If you pay your tithing you will live well.
All other belief's will go to hell
, they are beneath you, infidels.
If you die for our cause you'll sit beside Christ's
go to Valhalla's or sit beside Allah's.
A man judges others of what is right or wrong.
Then this same person will kill for a god.
Wrathful gods and Ownership, salesmen devils...
Priests and preachers touching Boys behind the cello's
Angels,demons, heaven's and Hell's.
When will we wake from theses spells,
When will we see the gods in each other?
Only then we will truly know our brother...
Will the human race unite?
Or , endless servitude and fight?
out of the darkness is light...
the vision is becoming more clear...
Its up to us to decide.
Do we want the Sunshine or eternal Night??
Categories:
warship, epic
Form:
I. Creation
Before the troubles of the world infect the soul
The magic of imagination creates a womb
Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests,
Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation where
You are always the victor in battle, the one
Who finds true love, alpha and omega. Never
Landing in withered trees or dead grass, only
Strong trunks and rolling plains, an ocean
Of stars, a blanket while lying comfy on
Palm fronds floating down calm dreamy
Rivulets of turquoise streams. Locomotives
Wind down vast forest covered country sides
Their tracks gliding to the warm earthy
Humming sound only they can make.
Only now with danger, inherent only to your peaceful fire
Bring you to this happy place, a place desired.
II. A Home all Your Own
In the world of yesterdays and tomorrows
And days lost in the gyre of solstices we
Create a world unto ourselves. Paradises
Lost to the antiquity of children trapped
Inside their adult armor. Lies tipped with
Poison seep into the wells of being, melting
The oil from the canvas’ that dreams are painted on.
Cheap reminiscences flash through tattered wafting
Curtains. Nightmare doppelgangers wait in quarries
of fire breathing mountain giants laying siege to
Rapture found in a good escape. Chemical
Demons like iron maidens brandishing your
Favorite drugs, syringes close in creating
An eerie starry night
To you alone
In a home all your own.
III. Repent to your inner child
To regain a solid footing on the gun deck
Of the warship you’re riding in the flotsam,
Hearken lessons from the playground,
The bruises, nicks, and cuts proudly earned
Ensure the necessary skills are acquired
To embark on adventures of the body.
Hiding in shrouds like an angel
White egret with horsehair-like crests and
Misty wings is the caged fury of joy, her
Wings mightier, beak stronger, eyes sharper
And love unabated from years unvisited.
Swelling seas are sailed, reefs can’t breach
A flying draft when joy carries her burden
Aloft. Hair amber and aflame in the setting sun
Amidst a new sea of clouds, only anchor
In a child’s heart when the dream fades
And the soul returns among the shades.
Categories:
warship, childhood, introspection, life, mystery,
Form:
Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party? It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!
There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow, to come up with a ruse:
the victim is distracted, zombie-like:
“we need to manufacture an excuse!”
I’m talking not of Arizona, Shaw
or Utah, but a stealth attack on Spain
so slily undertaken years before:
I’m talking of the sinking of the Maine.
In February eighteen ninety-eight,
Americans (the new kids on the block)
were throwing round a bit of Yankee weight,
and bombed a warship in Havana Dock.
What’s wrong with that? Why, nothing – if you think
that killing folks to start a war is fine.
The vessel that the hawks picked out to sink
was US Navy, stricken by “a mine”.
The yellow press of Pulitzer and Hearst
demanded Cuba and the Philippines,
defied Don Juan to do his wimpish worst:
he’d blown our mighty Maine to smithereens.
A special corner is reserved in Hell
for those who hate the truth, and help it vanish:
for Pulitzer and Hearst knew very well
the culprits were American, not Spanish.
The “mine” account (excuse me) was exploded:
investigators sent out from Madrid
found nothing to support it. Dice were loaded.
The Yankees yearned to start a fight – and did.
The Sampson Board (American, of course)
with comic opera characters in place
(Commander Converse!) said the use of force
was fully recommended in this case.
Why can’t we be content with what we’ve got?
Why pilfer from the other person’s plate?
Two hundred US sailors died – for what?
So Uncle Sam could steal some real estate.
Categories:
warship, history,
Form:
Quatrain
"My Own Country"
I am my own country
these firm battlements
have delivered milk
like honey to a baby’s lips
traversing the landscape
these undulating hills
are the alters men worshipped
now less than sacrosanct
pushed life forth territorial
like vice admiral commanding battalion warship
sunk hearts that raised white flags
their Morse code eventually pierced my mind
with the swords of their thoughts
sharp and poignant in my wake left behind
rained manna like ash from burning souls
imprisoned between glass and flesh closed gate
wrote their stories on my windows
with ghostly fingers from memories
just dreams a manacled fate
captured minds to win the war begun
before something else was lost
before the time of closed in frost
I am my own country
listening to whispers
from the cracked Fibonacci shells
on all my broken shores
small tsunamis I have collected
lying in the shallows
drifting in the sands of what was forsaken
this is where I began again
where the real treasure was found
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
klb, mlb
"Travelling Woman" / Bat for Lashes
https://youtu.be/_W3hhyrtxJE
LYRICS/ "Travelling Woman", Bat for Lashes
https://genius.com/Bat-for-lashes-travelling-woman-lyrics
Categories:
warship, freedom, journey, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Squat tooting tugs and barked commands,
Gruff sailors straining, lines cast off:
Our Stars and Stripes glide up proud mast,
This ship, vibrating, coaxed to life,
Brown river, churning, drifts behind …
Behind, behind, where spouses mope
From vantage on the shrinking wharf;
Among them, Gail does linger still,
Her crimson dress so vivid, clear:
A fit of breeze wafts through her hair,
Frail palm she reaches out again,
Sun glints and shimmers on her ring,
Bright gem I offered from bent knee—
And oh! the tears, wet bursting flood
From eyes I’ve known since playground days,
I hugged her tight, my future wife,
But now, that bliss, our love must wait …
I hide my tears, watch Norfolk fade,
Then buoys, coast, blue ocean waves;
Gray warship, this, cuts through the sea
Yet, still, my heart remains ashore,
I dearly yearn just one glimpse more.
July 12, 2018
An Incomplete Love Story Poetry Contest,
Faraz Ajmal, sponsor
Categories:
warship, absence, engagement, love,
Form:
Blank verse
The Mermaid's Rescue
A lost and lone survivor of a sunken warship
back into conciousness the sailor finally did slip
All alone in the vast, vast empty water prairie
fleeting thoughts of home and his sweet Marie!
Hazy, crazy thoughts swirled in his aching head
had he not drowned , O' why was he not dead
Memories of being saved by an unseen guiding force
O' but what a song , what a beautiful angelic voice!
Visions soon appeared for his mind's eye to see
of a beautiful creature rising to his rescue pleas
Hair of radiant gold lying lovingly upon breasts bare
a swimming angel appeared ever so swiftly there!
Now waking upon this small and desolate rock
feverish and deep in the throes of a tragic shock
Suddenly hearing voice began to softly, sweetly sing
his spirit , soul healed so quickly that voice did bring!
Searching eagerly across the shining ocean's waves
for a mysterious hero that did desperate lives save
A wished for vision soon appeared at the water's edge
a mere dozen feet from the jutting rock's lower ledge!
The same beautiful face he saw in his vision's haze
the magical creature he now knew his life had saved
One even prettier than his cherished, loving wife Marie
now it's entire form he could astonishingly see!
A Mermaid ! Heavens how could such vision truly be
strange tales, fictional legends of very magical seas
Could this have been answer to his desperate pleas
a vision so tempting that his faithful heart it did tease!
Singing stopped and that voice began to clearly speak
telling he had been fast asleep for an entire week
A rescue ship would be arriving there that very day
as it appears I must say goodbye and swim away!
Final hours his Mermaid and he did pleasantly share
he in awe of her glory, her sexy body and golden hair
So many amazing stories of many a daring rescue feat
telling of rescues where sister Mermaids even compete!
Suddenly that promised ship raced coming in so fast
sailor knew this was his only chance, his very last
Please, he asked, will you give me a good-bye Mermaid kiss
wished granted , Mermaid vanished into the deep, blue abyss!
Rescued and now safely aboard his miracle life-saving ship
his story told and nary a miraculous part did he dare to skip
His tale he told to all that sat amazed at his strange ordeal
so mythical and strange, even he wondered was it truly real!
Robert L. 05-29-2014
Categories:
warship, angel, blessing, love, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Lady
Eyes green and blue,
Hair curled and groomed.
The whitest skin you can see,
The finest brush strokes,
An artist captured her soul.
To see is to behold,
To love is to adore,
To warship it’s a must,
Such beauty one mustn’t touch.
Listen to my heart beating so fast
This is me I was a man
And now I’m just a child.
Categories:
warship, love, romantic, wife,
Form:
Rhyme