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Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
The ship was atoss on the ungallant sea
The swells took a toll as the hull strained and cracked
It would be fair time afore it sought the lee
With the slams and the pitching the ship could be wracked.
The foc'sle went down, the stern rose on high
And in the next instant the ship yawed aside
The water rushed in torrents, the Bo'sun heaved a sigh
If the hatches gave way, then woe betide.
The men on the watch were tied to their posts
The lookouts puked blood, the buckets were filled
They stood out limned as outworldly ghosts
Clamping teeth with their might, their bones fully chilled.
The wind was a-roaring, it blew off the 'rafts
The riggings danced the stays started steaming
The boats in the davits went banging abaft
The klaxons went wild as they started their screaming.
"Abandon ship" blared the hailer as the Cap stood on the bridge
And soon was heard a sound that all hoped never to hear
A tearing, a snap, a boom, for gone was the ridge
Of the keel gave up it's struggle unable to bear.
The Cap stood his post as his men jumped overboard
Wrote in his log in indelible ink
Today I commend these lost souls unto thee my Lord
At this lat and this long did my doughty ship sink.
Thus ends my tale of those souls lost at sea
Not uncommon to those whose sea-legs are firm
For a tough life's their lot unlike the land lubbery
I've denied Davy Jone's Locker, I have served my full term.
~04 Jun 2016~
It was, I really must admit, with quite some trepidation
I braced myself and stepped up to the vacant self-serve station.
Placed my bag in readiness to save having to lift it
but a female robot voice boomed out and made me go and shift it.
After that it beeped and flashed as everything got scanned,
all items being packed away exactly as I'd planned.
Until I moved my shopping bag for another I'd be using
then 'Red Alert!' all hell broke loose,
the staff all stared, accusing.
Enough's enough- abandon ship, why let this thing unnerve me?
I'm off to find a corner shop, and let a human serve me.
Since I was the oldest of three sisters with a mum,
As my dad had died when I was at an age young,
I thought I’d join the navy to help out my family,
But I excluded the black segregation code anomaly.
In training our instructors gave us our work, hard,
But you could work up to being the mates, guard,
Of the officers, an intimate situation, all food made,
You would know everything after a while, anticipate.
Because I was black, I could only serve an officer,
But I was told the job was essential, but felt inferior,
Even though I knew many men that were jealous of me,
‘Cos we used to train men in flag control and gunnery.
We felt like a mobile target as planes bombed often,
The ship got repaired when it was replenished, ben,
But one morning after I’d been out, Cinderella Liberty,
Another black man came down, there was a calamity.
It was the Pearl Harbour bombing and the ship got hit,
Torpedoes fell onto us but did not explode, not writ,
But they went right into the hull and made our ship tip,
Such that eight minutes later the ship was history, a quip.
Upon the command abandon ship, I got through a port,
‘Cos I just knew not to put a life jacket on for passport,
We got to the walkway outside the captain’s cabin,
And then swam for Ford Island, our own safety to win.
I was hit in the head, the shoulder and the leg,
But was with a corpsman, a nurse, who had the peg,
Who saw me to Ford Island First Aid Station, his duty,
Then I went to the submarine base hospital, a casualty.
My friend Dorie Miller from when I was at school,
Saved the captain and his officer, he did not fool
With race, when on board the USS West Virginia,
But only got the Navy Cross because of his colour.
He should’ve got the Congressional Medal,
‘Cos that was what you got for that pedal;
He only didn’t get it because he was black,
Which is not fair when I pensively look back.
Yesterday I proved to myself that
all of my enemies and even some of
my friends were justified in hating me.
Troubles that I had started
seemed impossible to rectify.
So I planned on removing myself
far away from all of them -
away to the ends of the earth.
Now just a day later, I know
that will never make sense. It
looks irresponsible to abandon ship,
as if troubles ever go away.
I turned to God's word, I John 1:9
and found confession good for my
soul, seeking out my unrighteousness.
I started with God, and as He forgave me,
He started doing a work on my heart
cleaning up the junk that I have
let come between Him and me.
Though we try to rationalize them,
mistakes are going to follow us.
Here is how I will face my friends -
and others that I used for my own gain.
To apologize will be hard but I will
stay the course, run the race and win the prize.
God is the faithful one, and He will help me.
Oh, remorse is so beautiful.
I am sorry and I have come to
believe - “I am sorry” are the loveliest three words
In the world. They can lead to forgiveness -
Yesterday I was wrong.
1/29/14
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Repent and Believe
1 John 1:9 KJV - If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
from the sandy bottom
up periscopes
from depths,
hidden in the sea
of thoughts,
through an ocean
of memories
scanning the distant horizon,
in vision
my rising sun
as my waters swell
a saviour,
my soul motions
drifting a wave,
dreaming
beautiful sunshine
drop anchor,
paradise with palm trees,
the ocean calls
touching beautiful colour
handing out
mother pearl,
this treasure
from deep
my mutiny
abandon ship,
lost
on this island,
alone with you
upon the rocks
on this sandy shore
I sit
holding hands
in the spray
of beauty
like a rainbow
colour of light
you
to romance
the very stones
on the rocks
that you sit
merman
calling to you
mermaid
There was a heavy-weight prizefighter who was knocked down more than any other fighter in history. He became
a champion of renown because he also got up more than any other fighter. His name was Floyd and he reminds me
of my friend Frank because he always refused to stay down, and like Frank, he turns a deaf ear to countdowns and quitting.
Frank knows by experience the meaning of pain. Sometimes, he's frustrated when it remains,
but he will not turn around nor turn aside and will arise each morning and abide.
Like all of us, Frank will sometime ask why. He wants not only to survive but to thrive.
Frank seeks solace in the storm and will often find agony, but he will not abandon ship because he knows his destiny.
In our lives, there are questions and many lies that are often told. But Frank will not fold or sink because he has an anchor for his soul.
He knows that at the end of the rainbow, there is no gold. But Frank is certain that his name is written on heaven's roll.
I gain courage just thinking about Frank.
He a warrior of the highest rank.
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When everyone wants peace,
but war is reality.
When love should conquer hate,
but they only retaliate.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When science has all of the answers,
they say that there is no God.
They say, life just happened by chance,
well then, just what are the odds?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It's plain for those who see,
he doesn't care about you and me.
Who really has all the power,
He's in his final hour.
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
When the blind lead the blind,
don't they both fall in the pit?
Who's the ruler of mankind?
Isn't it time to abandon ship?
Who really rules the world?
Who really rules the world?
It is said that God is love,
we know that it is true.
If he was ruling the world right now,
Just what would you do?
John Derek Hamilton
Jan 29,2013 revised October 14,2013
poem version of song of same name.
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
His name is spoken, heard and seen
As part of every goddamn scene
Sweet be a cap on every bottle
It all goes on, without a throttle
A new banknote? Oh, there he is
The Arc of Trump? Well, soon be his
The Center for Performing Arts?
Rename attempt, sans playing parts
Half of White House's gone for good
Big void where once the building stood
Leave stains, not marks, is way to go
Our pride’s absorbing every blow
A golden phone, "Made in US"
Except it's not and what a mess
Cashed in our loyalty like a chip
When crypto fails, abandon ship!
He yells and screams and stomps his feet
So, heads of states are rife with grief
Hey, "pay attention to this matter"
Or chance become a worthless splatter
It's one step forward, two steps back
"Go make a deal or we attack"
The weak and meek don't win no war
Phone calls end war, he’ll stop few more
Vane jester of his own court
Amusing pledges, then abort
It hurts to watch, foresee effect
Entire world's pain in the neck
Forgiving History wouldn't be
No lion shall behave like flea
With vanity's his love affair
Except in bath, it's good nowhere
May 30, 2026