Best Warships Poems
Blessed with ingenuity, he fought advancing tyranny
That stormed the sea in twenty-three great warships sailing furiously.
That day, October twenty-first, saw Admiral Nelson at his worst,
As cannons roared, while gunners cursed. The times were changed, the tides reversed.
Lord Nelson, as an admiral brave with all his fleet defied the grave,
His native land and king to save:-- his life for freedom's cause he gave.
In but a half a dozen hours he humbled Europe's finest pow'rs,
And toppled Tyranny's highest tow'rs; yet Vict'ry found him crowned with flow'rs,
And not a place the crown to lay, on him, nor all who died that day
In sending Britain's foes away, across the stormy seas of grey.
How nice
that our lieders could not to live forever.
You just imagine
what happened our world for
if our immortal comrades
might electing himself
handred and handred times
for presidency.
Only think, dear,
what happenned around,
if our national leader
will create innumerous tandems,
constitutions and rules
for legitimace eternal presidency,
will printed
in the memory of generations and generations,
as a superman and superstar
on the various horses,
on the countless planes and jets
in the countless submarins,
on the countless Siberian rivers
with naked proudly torse
in present time
(and naked soul and batress on future retrospect)
on the spacerships and warships,
on the fares corner of space,
with sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant stature
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on
your exellency and your majesty,
till the completely crackdown
of heaven.
Thank you, my Lord
for sharp limitation
such maddening plays
and replications
from our rulers.
.One Summer Long ago
The wind played idly with white puffy clouds
The sun shining brightly against the loud blue sky
The horizon shimmered and danced . Islands of white ,dotted the Aegean Stretching away into shrouds of summer haze and misty beings
Waves crashed onto golden sands of deserted beaches Baked by the sun ,unmarked for eons
Whispering above the wind, siren songs lured weary bones to rest , as billowy white sails float along to the west The great long oars sweeping the painted faces of warships majestically making their way among long forgotten places
Dusty footprints in the earth lead to visions of beasts, gods and beauty This is the land of which I will regale A young man of thirty , on a quest for adventure and tall tales
,a necklace adorned thy crown o mighty queen A pure reflection of peace and beauty ,a rare sight to be seen Now at war they seek your treasure , the lust for crown and glory And to the victor ,go the spoils
Our mighty warrior killed the queen as his pleasure
In drunken glory. He went back to war , and died for his sins
his lover grieving went back home to her kin, He to his lonely grave , and she accepting her fate Tossed the necklace into the sea as her heart learned to hate
recounted many times , written in poems buried by sands ,lost amidst the memories of long ago ,the map and all the treasure of their war the story of their lovers parting day Why she tossed it so unceremoniously into the bay Calling upon her Gods to protect and curse her secret of jewels from her death to her rebirth Cursed and forgotten The secret taken to her final bed
Generations apart, a legacy passed down in poem and song I, the younger son, took it upon myself to undo the wrong to recover and to keep ,the jewels hidden in the deep , And close the door for all time , this legend of diamonds ,sapphires and gold I would not rest till I conquered my goal, my mighty quest
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2
Obedience is vital
Join the front-line fray
Conscription is essential
Answer the war call
Warships want mêlée
Obedience is vital
Apathy is fatal
Battle breaks in the bay
Conscription is essential
Be the hero and stand tall
Join us today, go without delay
Obedience is vital
Get your SLR and fight
Help secure the water-way
Your conscription is essential
Taliban snipers will see you fall
Their aim is sharp and won't stray
Obedience is vital
Your conscription is essential
Cold and icy passageway to trudge through.
Ships and warships sailed thru the Bering Strait.
In limbo 'tween two nations, iced, staid too.
When I first set out, for thrill I await.
Where ferocious beasts can hunt and roam thru.
Gray clouds with puffy tops hedge their offspring.
Calmly shifting layers, like a stack shades.
Wet and wild park made of stone tectonics.
Not to mention a beard made of green trees.
I saw two black wolves on Eagle Brook Road.
Mountain trails are plagued with random people.
At the outset, there were rocks and small stones.
There are blooms on the young pink rose jungle.
Here, among green discord of willow vines,
Aspen trees clump joined, stay comfortable
Alaska: home to the famed "midnight sun."
Where kids play and grownups lose track of time.
Reminds them that it is time to wind down.
When it gets quite dark they call it nighttime
Bright toughness is a trait with a tough tone.
The place where the Moon is second fiddle.
Matanuska vale's snooze-fest of a town
while moose and caribou withal trample
Move across the railroad ties one side down.
where the grass is green and soil is ample.
Alaska: home to the famed "midnight sun."
The place where the Moon is second fiddle.
Written: June 21, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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Rhyme: Rhymezone.
When words stop
Words, words sunken Japanese warships
in the bay of Palau where yellow jellyfish do not sting
and the US military plans to make a base on the moon
and bomb the world to smithereens
I`m watching too much TV and fed useless information
I don`t need. Trying to make sense of this;
war is the loser nature is peace.
Until the war that is cyclical destroy everything this
is needed to win Concord.
In the meantime, economic wars are manufacturing useless
inventions and underpaid garment workers
cheap food and obese people. This lasts till a new hot
battle begins and those who want peace are traitors because
they know there are no winners it is an illusion we have not
been able to understand, like religion and Santa Claus.
When the human voice disappears
when wolves no longer howl in the valley, then battered
Nature will slowly take over, and peace will reign.
SUBMARINE
It was Navy Day on the River Tyne*
I can remember I was about nine.
Four big grey warships to be seen
And a small black submarine.
The big ships were truly splendid
With flags and lights. They reminded
Me of olden days when ships had sails
And lots of well-polished brass rails.
But the sub
was menacing.
Small, black,
Powerful.
Like a mamba snake.
Inside it was tiny,
Comfort reduced
to minimum,
For maximum ability
to attack.
The flotilla put to sea together that evening
Flags a-flutter, big and proud, fast-steaming
Bands were playing, line-ahead formation.
Mighty, visible symbols of a naval nation.
But the sub
went alone,
and dived
below
the waves
silently -
waiting.
…………………………………………………………………………….
*River Tyne – a small but deep river in England, with extensive port facilities.
YARRA was an old Sloop
Yarra was an old ship in 1941...........about a 10 year old Sloop
She was a small Destroyer with three 4 inch guns...
So she sunk the Babr in an attack in old Iran......it had 4inch guns the Babr....
And she dodged the Stukas at Tobruk, this small tin can....
Leading Seaman R Taylor was on the no2 gun...
He was a good shot, when driving off the Hun...
The Captain called the Black Prince, was Harrington, a good one...
Yarra drove the Stukas off, downed 4 planes in 41...
She escorted supplies to Tobruk, to feed the Aussie boys ...
Tobruk would frustrate Rommell, Aussies destroyed his tanks like toys....
42 brought the Japanese war, much closer to their own ....
So Yarra went to Singapore, on escort duty home ....
4th march in 42, Yarra was heading south again....
With a small convoy, met warships from Japan....
3 cruisers with big 8 inch guns, Yarra had no chance, for sure...
Yarra turned and went for them, outgunned 10 times and more...
Yarra soon was a burning blazing wreck, abandon ship was called....
One lone gun was shooting at the Jap, Pommy prisoners recalled?....
From the Japanese Cruiser Maya, they saw a sloop defy....
No 2 gun still shooting, Taylor and Yarra die...
Don Johnson 7-Aug-09
Yarra fought the lethal Stuka 87 German dive bombers , and Italian bombers on the Tobruk
run...
She dodged bombs , after they were dropped and dodged torpedoes from them too....
Yarra on her final day with her three 4 inch guns came up against 3 Japanese Cruisers with
several 8 inch guns each, plus 2 Japanese Destroyers who also outgunned her.... Later
in 1944 US Submarines Darter and Dace sank 2 of those cruisers Atago and Maya.
Yarra fought the 3 Japanese cruisers and died fighting
One gun kept shooting thought the ship was afire and sinking.........Seaman R Taylor the
brave!
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Depression vol 13 ~ Loveless
How dull I feel, writing of the same
eternal misery like all those before me;
All my fellow poets, or the regretful
artists lyrics, that forever seem to plea,
As fickle as a coin toss, as
rare as the solar eclipse,
If you happen to lose, the
agony as brutal as warships,
Still no matter the price, I still yearn
desperately to gain the magic promised in this prize,
However, I can't help but doubt that
its all nothing but naively held lies,
The concoction of soul mates and love
at first sight; just whimsical, misplaced hope,
Still wishing of knights in armour,
whilst modern men just cuss and grope,
Such an alien concept, watching all the
connections others seem to effortlessly make,
Maybe I should be grateful my delicate
soul doesn't dare risk this stake,
Yet, feeling the even slightest of
butterflies, it instantly quells my nihilism,
Ignorantly forgetting disastrous past
attempts, the causality to my cynicism,
But reality eventually always kicks in,
brutally extinguishing my daydreams,
Reconfirming this simply will never be,
slipping me between the two extremes,
Either miserably longing for
the simplest of attention,
Or drowning in loneliness,
isolated like in permanent detention,
Forced to absorb the suffocating
joy paraded around by other couples,
Knowing for me this shall never be,
bitterly unclenching my knuckles,
Like my demons would ever allow
me true happiness to ever take place,
As if I would ever be ahead,
in this or any other rigged race,
Maybe I'm just never to understand
the complex torture that is romance,
Doomed to continously be
discounted at any first glance,
Turning stupidly, jaded with envy,
I still attempt to appear remorseful,
Hearing friends petty quarrels,
trying not to be too forceful,
I guess it shall remain an unsolved mystery,
whether I will ever grasp it,
Leaving the question for my psychic,
but doubting I shall ever ask it,
Trying my best to wish all those
happy partners well in their peaceful bliss,
But just attempting to forget the
trauma of my dreadful first ever kiss,
Wondering if I can find meaning in
my life without this missing part,
Striving to find contentment,
even with the gaping hole in my heart.
'Midst cannon smoke the sun arose, blood red
To spread the night's cold horrors on the bay
Our tattered sails waved farewells to the dead
Rain washing both our blood and shame away
No more would beasts of war be freed or fed
Or mankind's conscience let such madness lay.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Each Letter Threads The Verse" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
* This is a form called "The Harrisham Rhyme", created by Harrisham Minhas, from Punjab, India. It is a six-line poem with the rhyme scheme: ababab. In this form, the last letter of the first word of each line, is the first letter of the first word of the next line. I hope you enjoy it! *
Far far away there's a place of great beauty;
The place has many wonders:
Like the big and huge dragons,
Or the ferocious warriors, battling;
Clad in chain mail,
Or the magnificent warships, ready for a voyage,
Setting their sails.
There is no barren land;
No space for desert sand,
But many a field,
Wonderful crops which yield.
The forests are full of life and green
Where not a sight goes unseen,
There is the cure for every disease
And all the people can live at ease.
It is a place where dreams come true,
And the problems there are little too.
Such a wondrous land does exist,
A place where your worries will be least;
Where everything is possible, it seems,
The beautiful land of beautiful dreams!
*Image of Hawaii State Flag & State Motto/Seal by Pixabay.
The Great Mahele
The Hawaiian islands were overwhelmed,
In the year eighteen hundred forty-three,
Hawaiians were prisoners, promptly held,
By Captain George Paulet a Lord he'd be.
Constraining the islands for his monarch,
Accusations formed by Richard Charlton,
The islands British Consul a suave shark,
Aberrant land swindler cursed charlatan.
Prod Captain British subjects land taken,
Put was U.S. Captain Long ne'er meddle,
Commodore Kearny's U.S. warships end,
Six months seizure--awards a nonmetal.
Paulet cut our flags Union Jack now flys,
In part plus changing words immortalize.
2021 November 16
"Ua mau ke ea o ka aina i ka pono." (Hawaiian)
"The life (or sovereinty) of the land is perpetuated in righteousness." (English)
Hawaii's State Motto/Creed and Hawaii's State Seal
King Kamehameha III, of The Kingdom of Hawaii, said those words as part of his message to the people of the Hawaiian kingdom after British ships withdrew rather than risk conflict with America. The acts of the usurpers caused the king to establish "The Great Mahele", giving land to the commoners, whereto, I'm now a benefactor thereof.
King Kamehameha I friendship with England caused the inclusion of The Union Jack as part of Hawaii's State Flag. It has eight stripes of white, red, and blue that represent the eight main islands. The Union Jack flew o'er the islands during the seizure, but the Hawaiian Flag was restored after it was learned that England never sanctioned the occupation.
Polar Bear Brigade manned their enormous 747 airplane.
They jumped in their warships and they sailed past Maine.
They were ready to take on congress or the prez or the police.
Their ice floats are melting! This is a travesty to say the least!
OUR TIN POT NAVY so THEY SAID in 1914 Sydney in the first World War 1
In 1914 German cruisers were cut loose
and Emden she was one…………….…(fired 38lb shells)
the Indian ocean she did for hunting choose
and 9 ships were sunk by gun…….
Then she sailed and shelled Madras , I say
captured 10 more ships, when off Ceylon…
Penang harbour a night visit,… hey!
sank Frog and Ruski warships, and was gone ….(Emden was daring!)
November 8, morse code it said… strange ship a passing there,
out near Cocos island, the German raider caused a stir
Cruiser Sydney she raced west at 25 knots or more
And sighted wily Emden who opened fire for sure
Sydney took 15 hits before, she then hit back …..(with 100lb shells)
blew away her steering gear and knocked her funnels flat (Emden)
.. ………..demise………..
The Scrap Iron Flotilla they said in 1940
Light Cruiser Sydney in World War 2
Light Cruiser Sydney had some 6 inch guns
she met Italians in the med.
sank destroyer Espero not for fun
in nineteen forty, yes its said
17th july Sydney was on patrol, when,
she was called into a fight
2 Italian cruisers waited, then,
sprung some pommy destroyers in flight....(pommy English)
Yes Sydney came to even up
the poms out gunned for sure
when she arrived with blazing guns
the Italians run for shore
Bande Nere and Colleoni rushed a bit
made smoke to get away
Band Nere then she took a funnel hit
as Sydney passed her way
Collenoni then she wore the brunt
stopped dead by Sydney's shell
so Band Nere escaped the hunt
Sydney's out of ammo… well?.:)
But if you live by the sword you die by the sword
cunning German's had their day
Sydney met a ship with hidden guns aboard
Raider Kormoran made her play
Kormoran she hid behind a Dutch flag
and when Sydney came in range ………a sitting duck ... 1000 yards
she fired first, jerked down the rag……...old navy trick
two equals did exchange………………….similar guns…
Though mortally wounded Sydney, still,
had some guns to fire,
x turret still fired with a bitter will
burnt Kornoran …'the liar'…….Don Johnson
……….demise of both……….
No trace of the Sydney sailors ...Kormoran sailors made it to the barren west coast of
Australia
and were interned as P.O.Ws....Almost seems like Karma with payback by the German navy...
Ignorance is bliss.
No one will blend things
Into the bittersweet truth.
When everyone worships
Different things…
They bring in warships.