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The beautiful ship of Captain Smith
sank into the frigid water of the Atlantic Ocean
on a moonless night as Fedrick Fleet taken by emotion
spotted that massive iceberg approaching the main deck.
Fleet's first reaction was to notify his captain who had decided to doze,
he ran to his cabin as the thousands lights began to flicker, but the hard knock
woke up Captain Smith and told him what he had seen which was very bad news...
" Captain Smith, your ship has been hit by an iceberg: it's sinking faster than a rock!"
" It cannot be! It cannot be!The Titanic was built to be unsinkable! "
he hollered by putting on his black cap rushing out with horror-filled eyes,
" Take down all of the lifeboats, lower them into the water...do the impossible "
" There isn't enough time...we must act quickly, or everyone dies!"
Captain Smith took another look and knew that rescue wouldn't have come for at all,
taking in consideration the location and dreary darkness sorrounding the sinking ship,
" Children and women first! " He ordered the young officers that seemed skeptical...
whlile the bunched, helpless men watched in fright refraining from jumping off as yet.
As the Titanic rose into he night sky, and lifeboats rowed...what an doleful goodbye
for those watching the dreadful evacuation, surely their sadness they didn't hide...
but who was the last member of the crew? Captain Smith of course, who never left,
but died in the icy waters...Southampton still remembers him for his bravery and grit.
The beautiful ship of Captain Smith met an anpredictable destiny...
disappearing into the gleaming, dark ocean when no star shone;
the screams of the terrified voices are still heard as clear as then...
when one racalls the heart-wrenching tragedy that happened at sea.
Since it was founded over 200 years ago the RNLI has saved over 146,000 lives at sea, often putting themselves in great danger, I salute those brave men and women, those guardian angels of the sea.
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The R.N.L.I is an old institution,
of volunteers who save lives at sea,
of them I have nothing, but admiration.
Six hundred of them have died tragically
since its formation two hundred years ago,
always remembered for their selfless bravery.
They venture out in heavy rain, fog, and snow
with hurricane force winds and 70-foot waves,
only experienced crew are chosen to go.
Many volunteers lie in watery graves
often taking risks that end in tragedy
brave men and women, heroes of the waves.
The lifeboats are a registered charity
and survive because of your generosity.
Capsizing the Costa Concordia
Divers wreathe silently through
the submerged corridors of a
140,000-ton wreck. Little fish
dark haphazardly through
the juxtaposition of tilted ballroom,
granite bars fixed in place.
Black waters lit green by headlamps
provide a surreal spotlight
for a loveseat drifting by
A vase of Chinese dollar plants poised delicately
on a marble counter.
Across the underwater tomb,
toppled chairs, tumbled together,
wait patiently to be repositioned
outside the dance floor.
There was nothing graceful about the dramatic demise
of this giantess,
listing to her death.
She was fatally wounded, being coaxed
too closely to the coast.
A hidden reef stood ground to gore
a 70ft gash, portside.
There was the moaning of mangled metal,
the shrieking of splitting steel,
as dark torrents were unleashed into her belly,
extinguishing her light.
“Go back to your cabins!”
and corridors flooded
“Go back to your cabins!”
and pumps failed.
“Captain! The passengers are making their own way to the lifeboats!”
echoes pointlessly through the abandoned bridge.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
The Coast Guard thunders across dark waters
and the captain is stealing into his own lifeboat
to listen from the safety of shore.
Listening to the chaos,
interrupted by the agonized silence of passengers
too terrified to scream.
They hold their breath and try to calm each other
in the absence of authority.
“Vada a bordo, cazzo!”
But it’s dark, he pleads, and I can’t see anything...
A rope ladder is flung over the bow,
drowning passengers slinging, and
crawling crablike to Coast Guard boats
as the ship sinks to her side,
gripping 37 passengers in a horrifying embrace.
Scuba clad stewards of the dead
open the possessive clutch
of an atrium elevator
to extract bodies
protectively closed and sealed
in a grisly pantomime of protection.
The remains of the deceased
are floated to the light
to break the surface one last time.
The Costa Concordia shudders heavily,
sliding into her death repose.
Themed distractions, affairs a boulevard,
as elbowed are divided from their minds.
Aloof, queues succeed a ship calling card,
as untrained get on, moons all exit signs.
The General Slocum, dressed to the nines
--churchgoers being passengers adorned.
Petite girls, bulky boots-dresses confines,
a spark burning as the captain is warned.
Crew-covered ears as the shrieking arose,
clung rails ... faith enables those disabled,
backing from charring ensue panic throes,
river rips donning death ... apt tests fatal.
Swimmers valueless o'er a thousand died.
Lifeboats? Vest hopeless; the firm denied.
I set the date
Hope I am not too late
To save some souls
From chilly fate
The year of our Lord
Dial one nine, one two
From my home-based lab
After locking in-situ
A gyro spins
A crackle, a flash
I land on the deck
With a terrible crash
Oh souls that surround me
Running here and around
Never notice my vehicle
Though designed to astound
The floor is now jaunty
My breath like fresh mist
The critical moment I fear
I have missed
Make fast to the lifeboats
Although they are few
I frantically seek out
The captain and crew
"You can double the numbers.."
I cry with a shout
It's too late for they're pushing
The final boat out
I reach for my notepad
Complete these last lines
'Crisp bright morning air
Yet the darkest of times'
A note to myself
Set my machine now to 'home'
So she whirrs and she crackles
Takes instructions, alone
My vain hope is she
Meets me in an earlier state
An inventor incumbent
To change the course of this fate
Now my destiny sealed
By dark ice of the sea
As resigned I join singing;
Nearer My God to Thee
Fast forward to now
Deep-sea divers explore
The old shipwreck is claimed
By the ocean once more
Yet a mystery beckons
Cameras peer through the grime
Uncatalogued cargo
Out of luck, out of time
NIGHTMARE
Here I stand at the rail of Titanic,
Watching the turbulent water below.
A voice in the dark shouts, “Do not panic”,
Which merely causes the panic to grow.
And now there are lifeboats battling the seas;
Women and children huddled together.
Those who believe, offering up silent pleas;
May they survive the wintery weather.
Fear takes a hold now, the ship’s sinking fast.
The lifeboats have gone, there’s no hope for me.
I slip ‘neath ‘the waves now, breathing my last,
Joining the list of those perished at sea.
And then, joy at last; I wake in my bed;
Last night I should have watched “Bambi” instead.
Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.
There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But also quite vain and spoiled rotten.
She had a semi-private
Affair with a pirate
That would be but for me now forgotten.
The pirate, Mad Jack, was bloodthirsty and crude,
When upset, he'd explode, blow his top off.
Merchant vessels he sank,
Made their crews walk the plank,
Or, more rudely, their heads he would lop off.
One day Princess Daphne set out to sea
With her maid, they were bound for Majorca.
But the maid, in a gale,
Was swept over the rail
And inhaled by an asthmatic orca.
Lifeboats were lowered, the crew clambered in
And rowed quickly away, only thinking
Of saving their own necks,
Not the princess below decks
Left alone on a wreck that was sinking.
Then through the storm a ship hove into view,
At first Daphne thought it would dodge her.
But before she could hail her,
She felt courage fail her,
From its mast flew a vast Jolly Roger.
When Princess Daphne was brought before Jack,
She was haughty but thought he was handsome.
But to his greedy eyes
This fair royal prize
Represented a shipload of ransom.
But Jack was still human, Daphne was too,
And soon they were sharing their privates.
To his quarters she moved
And his crew all approved,
No one loves a love tale more than pirates.
But what of the ransom, yet to be paid?
Well, here the plot gets even deeper.
The stingy king said to Jack,
"No, I don't want her back.
It's cheaper for me if you keep her."
So Princess Daphne became Jack's sea wife,
And though common, but not mandatory,
When they became parents
They stopped being pirates
And passed peacefully out of the story.
For now then, my dears, that's the end of my tale,
An adventurous one hard to equal.
But, if I may be so bold,
And there's more to be told,
It may one day unfold in a sequel.
I wanna start fresh
Ditch the folks who used to know me
The ones who watched me plow the fields
Of mediocrity
I want another guess
Elevate me from what’s below me
A crack at the ring, a shot at the shield
A sterling opportunity
There ain’t no way around it
When a theory is unfounded
And people believe they know you
But they can’t glimpse what’s below
They can talk but they don’t know
Yes they talk but they really don’t know
On high alert,
The captain grips the situation
While the passengers grip the railing
Faced with certain doom
Mistakes can hurt
Some courses bring annihilation
You count the lifeboats of your failing
But you don’t check if there’s room
There ain’t no way around it
When a theory is unfounded
And people believe they know you
But they can’t glimpse what’s below
They can talk but they don’t know
Yes they talk but they really don’t know
Like the hero under the scar tissue
Like the ghost behind the glory
You're struck by the frozen headline
But you don’t see the rest of the story
There ain’t no way around it
When a theory is unfounded
And people believe they know you
But they can’t glimpse what’s below
They can talk but they don’t know
Yes they talk but they really don’t know.
They left Southampton with a coal fire down below,
Olympic class of the White Star Line, little did they know.
Irish-built in Belfast, one iceberg was all it took as,
with insufficient lifeboats, the whole wide world it shook.
Departing Queenstown, compartments not all watertight,
unsinkable or so they said, until that tragic night...
(almost a six-day cruise).
She was poorly equipped and, as all good Captains do
(tho' that is not his due), Edward Smith
(and fifteen hundred souls or more)
went down with the ship.
And the band played on as the ship was going down,
were they blind (drunk?), out of their minds,
they were all about to drown.
Some thought 'Bravery,' others, 'Stupidity,'
(altho' cold as ice), I can say, quite categorically,
I would have jumped ship if it were me.
Tho' it's a deep subject, rock-bottom at very best,
the play on Broadway (take a bow) you won't see,
of lost lives and broken hearts
is... 'The Titanic, In Two Parts'.
With a big gash on her side still no one thought she'd sink
In wanting to enjoy the ride such things they didn't think
The alarms had been sounded with lifeboats at the ready
Yet thinking it was unfounded as the boat remained steady
The crew began calling out for everyone to enter a craft
But most of them still had doubt as some even laughed
Again and again they tried to save even just one more
They all stood side by side not knowing what's in store
Time after time, chance after chance they chose to stay
Committed to that stance even up to their very last day
As the ship now tilted many then soon began to realize
Like a blossom that had wilted from a deckhands' eyes
As if in calling out to you, somehow someway you'd see
All these alarms are true even if you yourself don't agree
You felt and heard that noise surely everything isn't right
As yet another lifeboat deploys drifting off into the Light