Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.
Many days to live
Plenty things to overcome
Plenty mistakes to be corrected
As season's passes by
More mistakes to make
If you ain't paying attention.
You will meet different people
Within your circle
Different foundation and education
Attitude, habits and behavior
Another class
Pay attention or regret your mistakes.
Don't be timid
Don't be desperate
Don't be mediocre
Never settle for less
Be grateful
Gratitude open doors.
I see a building
Running in the midst of sea
Fascinating tech.
Affluence rich
Pastime galore
Few can afford.
Cutting the Deck
Star filled sky
Alive, energy, vibrating night
Enriching sound of the waves
Feeling the wind on a voyage to another world
Listening to the hottest DJs spinning
Top dynamics of music
I strolled up to deck for a little dancing
Hoping for a little love
Showing off dexterous, super-spreader swing moves
Picking a few Dark and Stormy at the bar
Happy with the harmony
Feeling the rhythm like prince charming
Wanting to accommodate one
Connect on the dance floor
Midst a group of attractive,
Very desirable, crazy ladies
Like a beast killing the tempo moves
Ladies dissipated
Disappointed
Ignored
Out of breath with sweat streaming down my face
Nimble-fingered, clumsy
Knocked out
Flew over the deck rail into the cold
Woke up on a tropical island
Perplexed, no memory decided to stay
6/18/2024
There’s no film set
There’s no Tom Cruise
Everyone dies
In front of you
And that is war
They give you a gun
Sent off with the meat
Shoot you in the back
Cos we never retreat
And that is war
When you enlist
They tell you it’s great
The army’s job is
Teach you to hate
And that is war
You’re free to kill
You’re free to rape
Do what you like
Coz there’s no escape
And that is war
There’s lots of booze
And a line of coke
Everyone will lose
And that’s the joke
And that is war
David Cox 21/05/24
The cruise ship had to detour at bay
At the dock they were turned away
Creeping through the waters fill with ice
They took a chance like the roll of a dice
Water frozen on both sides fifty foot high
It was almost as high as the sky
Make no sudden moves, not a whisper of breath
Any quick moves they would be crush to death
You have to be silent amid the violence,
You have to be strong but with calmness.
Resilience is not an option for you.
You are the man of the company,
You need to stand up and hold tight to the command.
Raise the flag, pull your weapon —
Weapon of lies with strong belief,
Inner honesty spotted in the corner.
Begin the carnival, it's a cruise
Of steel-hearted people serving
To a cold-hearted man who became cold
Because of the demise of his honesty
Due to the harassment of love he did.
Be the man, become an illusion
And a liar to society.
rain ran over curb
had to take a special herb
so did not disturb
Been back to normal again,
Write more poems have been,
Even if they are not enjoyed;
You have become annoyed.
With you have brought rain,
Which on lawn would remain
Dead leaves color changed;
We have become estranged.
What we had been wishing,
We would rather go fishing;
Which are no longer there;
We will be in deep despair.
When we did arise from bed
We went to church instead;
Instead of a drastic disaster;
We met our Lord and Master.
What minister did determine,
We should hear his sermon;
Was always clear and loud,
We prayed while being proud.
My friend and wife are back
from a cruise. Wrote this poem
for them.
It's a beautiful evening as we wait in line to board our boat
Autumn is in the air we require a light coat
The Mississippi River waters rejoice in the glowing moonlight
We are greeted by the captain encouraging us to kick back and enjoy the night
Once aboard a flight of stairs, we must climb with a three-course dinner as our reward
The food arrives such a culinary delight with our glasses to welcome the wine soon to be poured
On deck a jazz band tunes up to create beautiful music we can dance to
Our chance to show our moves with perhaps something new
Our journey down the majestic river is about to begin
A paddle boat passes all lit up such a dazzling display
With all the stunning sights we are about to see along the way
A picture postcard we must create, lasting memories here to stay
Written: September 08, 2023
Bite Size Poem No71 Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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On distant coasts, oceans often rise and flood.
Every wave abides by the route of the prior one.
Squat idle loops on sere soil of whale crimson blood
Every strenuous stride is brisk and deftly done,
A foggy crawl on a dreary, windswept cruise crud.
Viking sends me sleek brochures
For every kind of cruise.
I guess they figure that they really
Don’t have much to lose.
There certainly must be a lot
Of people who will look
And then be wowed enough to find
A trip they want to book.
We’ve traveled with them several times
Before pandemic days
And for the tours that they provide,
I have the highest praise.
My interest in that type of trip
Has waned, yet in the mail,
The catalogues keep coming;
All that effort’s bound to fail.
Perhaps to companies that big,
To go to that expense
Is worth it if such nudges
Push some people off the fence.
A table of eight on the ship.
A Catholic friend takes a sip.
Her ice down her blouse.
The eyes of all rouse.
In bra, do her hands take a dip.
must pay attention
much money have to mention
suffer detention
My Horn Haiku Cruise Prayer
when we took a trip
would eat bread and take a sip
with God on His ship
when we went on cruise
sunset would have several hues
creating great views
while wearing my cap
we did have to fill in gap
planned trip with a map
pay for attention
much money have to mention
can be at convention
Away in a cruise ship
With me are two friends
Our rare fellowship
We wish there‘s no end
We reminisce the past
When we're still colleagues
Time keeps flying too fast
But we keep our jigs
Away in a cruise ship
Hugs, eat, dance and sing
Enjoying best friendship
Lengthy and lasting
A great mom and god-moms
Apart at foreign lands
In just two hours of jams
Share the best we can
Away in a cruise ship
We rush our short bond
Take photos on best trip
Superb scenes around
City lights everywhere
From second deck’s views
Sailing on the river
We wish we’ll be crews
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