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Perhaps a conspiracy, but the crew only knows, the
Happenings aboard the USS Eldridge, kept hushed
In a ship that sailed from sea port to time portals
Leaves a feeling this test was not ready, but rushed
Amid the Atlantic they were meant to disappear
Despite intentions, not only from sight did they vanish
Ever baffled by a green, eerie glow where the ship was
Last, by naval command all of the records were banished
People say they reappeared in the Norfolk Naval shipyard
Heavily disoriented and fused to the steel hull of the deck
In legend they say these sailors fused were alive
And how did they explain this more than a ship wreck
Each crewman survivor, where are they all now
X-rayed and studied in a black ops facility?
Prying minds still trying to make sense of it all
Ever curious, but maybe beyond my ability
Remaining questions with impossible answers
In theory, could there still be witnesses left
Men or woman who saw a war ship materialize
Each in disbelief of their eyes, their logic bereft
Not knowing if it was paranormal or sanity failing
This gave a new definition, to the term parasailing
Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!)
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.
Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
pulled C's in English, D's in History -
my dreadful retrograde trajectory
projected no collegiate acumen,
in prom discussions, practically subhuman!
Then, your poetical geometry
and sleek Cartesian choreography
became my sailing ship, and I, its crewman.
Derivatives soon danced in arcs non-static.
Pythagorean proofs helped me progress,
vectors resolved problems that once would vex.
Your agile algebra of joy quadratic:
my new hypotenuse of happiness
helped me to find myself... I solved for x.
Written 13 March 2020
they found the discovery sound science
they started their research thinking
they could use natural additives mixed
with corn to allow their technology to see the vapor
coming from the dung of hogs and cattle and chickens.
they found it worked best when the animal farted.
they tried the same technology on a group
of sailor at sea.
they used infer red technology
to pick up farts.
farts made visible, depth with colors.
a group of anti friendly environment folks
found the technology anti paproperate.
and began protesting saying the studies had used sailors as guinia pigs, and the studies supported a life style that was anti family.
the sound sightings of the farts, can be made to have those who *****to have bigger farts than the straights said one sailor.
who was a tuba player and he said he thought often he mocked his tuba when he farted.
when they showed him farting, he became out raged and began screaming. he along with an offshore oil crewman lead the protest that went against these fart researchers.
study from Enquiry of fecal gas, 2019 New York Press...studies by Doctor Butts retrieved by Herturd Biggums and Professor Digiest from the Asschore College of the Human Universe. Published by Doorstump Giggler. New York, New York
The Sun regained the morning sky
As the moon made its retreat
While wise men sat and pondered why
Upon the mercy seat
There is no understanding why
Countries go to war
And young have to kill or die
Amiss this bloody chore
But one man never questioned
When duty came to call
Prepared to meet aggression
Prepared to fight them all
He stood there, in the twilight morn
Scarf waving in the breeze
Careful not to look forlorn
And locking both his knees
Scrambling 'round to and fro
Like ants upon the field
The ground crew, with plane in tow
Prepared for this ordeal
Captain Fate, climbed to his seat
The cockpit snug and cold
The last plane in a mighty fleet
But, on the field stood bold
A crewman pulled hard, the prop
As the engine spit and sputtered
Pointing to the guns on top
"Good luck" was all he uttered
Fate took his D3 albatross
and faced it in the wind
Waiting there, to take off
And the Quoting War begin
By Jerry Curtis
March 15, 2014
You can't fool a dancer,
hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-
welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-
holy demon!
When did my steam stop?
Holly weedin'!
Where did you chop chop?
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Welcome here...
Its home in the winter.
Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! !
Dear Splinter,
it's a creep in the depths of the beat,
it's the 'I won'ts' in the Orgasms and weeps,
the liver turns into seed,
never forgets to breathe,
because the end will set us all free! ! !
Welcome here,
I have a reason to sound clear,
so don't drop out justifyin' why you're not-
flappin- flippin- rectifyin,'
or wearing any gear...
Heather bids to whither in winter with a sinner!
Dharma- bammered- donner's party at dinner!
Don-wan gets undertaken by the cowards of the crewman,
that's what happens off stage at an out-land!
Astounding as the crowd that attracts,
jumpin' jimmy's all around the facts,
people clambering over outdated nick-nacks,
elders not retiring because they know they put evil back,
William wondered of war over sea's with the remorse,
Donna sang to the serious on stage with the poor,
verdict was made to off set the players inundating us with words,
technology crashed the earth and left the economy for the birds.
Born in Ireland in eighteen seventy four
He was a remarkably brave explorer
Three times to Antartica he did go
To that barren wilderness of ice and snow.
Once with Captain Scott and twice on his own
And it was on his third visit that his bravery became known
The expedition was to reach the southern pole
For all the great explorers, it was the ultimate goal.
The Weddell sea was freezing and tightened its grip
And crushed the Endurance, the expedition ship
The crew saved all the equipment and food stores too
They were stranded on an ice floe there was nothing they could do.
But the floe breaks up and on the sea it floats
So the order was given to launch the life boats
They set sail for Elephant island in the southern ocean
And with worsening conditions approached it with caution.
It was a temporary move, they knew they couldn't stay
Shackleton had to get help, there was no other way
Except for five crewmen all the rest did remain
On the island for four months with its inhospitable terrain.
South Georgia was the place that they needed to get to
From there they would be able to launch a rescue
Eight hundred nautical miles they had to row and sail
Through gigantic waves with snow, ice and hail.
Stromness whale station, it was their goal
But on their boat the harsh conditions had taken their toll
South of the island they had to land on a beach
Thirty six hours north was help, they needed to reach.
Three of the crew were taken ill, no more could they take
So Shackleton and two others, a long trek they did make
They trekked in conditions that could have caused harm
But they reached the whale station and raised the alarm.
The three sick crewman were rescued, thankfully still alive
And the twenty two on Elephant island were struggling to survive
Penguin and seal meat was what they had to eat
But they kept their hopes up not admitting defeat.
On August the thirtieth in nineteen sixteen
A Chilean navy ship on the horizon was seen
It was Shackletons fourth attempt to rescue his crew
Their ordeal was now over, but hell they'd been through.
Written 9th January 2018
In nineteen forty-nine in the month of November,
A gratifying saga occurred that I shall always remember.
I was a member of a Flying Fortress bomber rescue crew.
God and His Angels also participated in that daring rescue!
Many miles northeast of Bermuda on the billowing main,
Nine gallant men were forced to ditch their bomber plane.
We and other crews were put on immediate alert,
To look for them with all the effort we could exert!
Pressing on through stormy weather in our faithful bird,
From our humanitarian mission we would not be deterred!
Each airman with eyes focused on the turbulent ocean,
Everyone doing his duty with determined devotion!
God's hands were on the yoke as He steered all the way.
Our crew was destined to rescue those precious souls that day!
Each crewman was jubilant with such grateful emotion,
As we dropped a rescue boat to them upon the roiling ocean!
The greatest compensation from this perilous enterprise,
Was to meet the rescued crew and see the joy in their eyes,
Embracing and thanking us for their ultimate salvation,
Elated for the further privilege of serving this great nation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in I Saw With My Own Eyes Contest May 2010