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A UK Royal Mail Ship was RMS Rhone
A sail-steamer and a two-masted brig, she shone
Rhone had an iron hull and was 310 feet long
Her compound steam engine made her fast and quite strong
An innovative ship with a bronze propeller
To save water, she had a surface condenser
The first ship so equipped to visit Brazil port
Pedro II, the king, came to see her engine fort
Left Southampton on 9th Oct., 1865
On her maiden voyage; despite troubles, she thrived
Her next five voyages were also to Brazil
Then transferred to Caribbean route, she was thrilled
Rhone proved her worth by weathering several storms
But who can escape when Mother Nature performs?
On 19th Oct.’67, Rhone and Conway
Bunkered in Great Harbour, where they stayed for few days
San Narciso Hurricane, last of the season,
Worried both captains - ferocity, the reason
Passengers from Conway were transferred to the Rhone
Conway was too soon foundered by the storm full-blown
Rhone struggled to get free, her anchor was caught fast
It was cut loose as Captain Woolley thought it best
To escape to open sea was the Captain’s plan
Sailing ‘tween two islands, avoiding Blonde Rock’s span
When Rhone was less than 250 yards from safety
The winds threw her into Black Rock Point directly
The lurching crash sent Captain Woolley overboard
The ship broke in two, causing engines to explode
The bow in 80 feet, the stern in 30 feet,
Rhone sank swiftly, the “unsinkable”, now dead meat
123 killed, were buried on Salt Island
On 29th Oct., Rhone met her sad end, unplanned
The wreck of the Rhone is now a famous dive site
Turned into a National Park , she’s a rare sight
Today, it’s visited by hundreds of tourists
And in a way, the historic Rhone still exists.
11.05.2021
12 syllables per line
For Robert James Liguori's "A Noteworthy Ship" contest
Ethical Postulations Among Elations for the Living
Interstellar configurations illuminating the night sky ?An umbrella of commiserations for a man about to die ?A young fella full of intimidations when contesting the next bravado filled guy?A propeller forcing intonations of melancholy that make her cry ??Mechanical ingenuity breeding products of progression ?Evangelical perpetuity preaching countdowns to the ressurection ?An umbilical chord waiting to be cut to celebrate life’s sacred conception ?The political insecurity of those in power who deal in pure deception ??An innocent cry of purity from a prism of brilliant light ?The magnificent decries of self-assurity as the brave endure through the night ?The constituent lies about security as the underpriveledged continue to fight ?The itinerant eyes of perpetuity as a blind man struggles for his true sight ??Do we act in moral high ground to convey our ethical compositions??Or do we retract the ominous sounds of our own internal derisions??Let’s pertain to exact our list of virtues with sincerity, grace and precision?As we extract the higher ground to take in each integrity based ethical decision. ??The End
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz 2023
Honour through labour is the ultimate goal
Achievement’s prefect sending an alert at every pause
Regulating inactivity to give idleness no chance
Demand is great and the stake is high
Whether through the hands and sweat of the skin
Or through mental strain and thorough thinking
Regular stress is the propeller to its engine, but
Keep the ball rolling in a controlled speed
In the long run, the effect will begin to show
Narrow is the gap left, success is no more far
Goals and targets met, fulfillment the new crown
Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers,
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…
I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…
for John's Contest
When two people are in love age shouldn’t matter,
except when one of the couples is underage and the public will chatter.
He was sixteen, I was ten.
He would hold my hands and spin me round and round
like a propeller on a helicopter.
My head would get woozy,
and butterflies tickled in the pit of my stomach.
I was so wanted his attention.
His eyes were on other girls his age.
He was twenty-four, I had just turned eighteen.
The man I had loved for six years finally noticed I was a woman.
He held in his hands a small gift wrapped in gold ribbon.
His gaze never left mine.
My legs grew week and my stomach fluttered.
As he held my face in his hands and said,
“Happy Birthday."
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I uttered the words, “I love you.”
With a gold ring on my finger and a promise I said, “I do!”
Thirty-six years of marriage
still passionately in love.
Age Doesn't Matter When you’re In Love.
12/6/2017
Poetry Contest: Age Doesn't Matter When You're In Love
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Everybody says
money is the root of all evil
yet we tried a system of trading
swapping your products, service
for the goods and food you require
imagine the effort required
to make enough trades
to supply your needs for a week
money was created
as an evolution of progress
money in itself is not evil
greed and abuse is evil
Money is just a tool
the lifeblood of society
taking our products
from one person to another
In the human body
every cell receives
the required amount
of blood to survive
yet human society
fails to share
the required resources
of the planet
every cell every human
requires the money
that allows people to survive and thrive
in our progressive world
we all demand our own culture
our own nation
our own country
but we are all human beings
apart of one planet
one world
one human race
granted we all have different ideas
different dreams
we all fight for our children to survive
we all want to enjoy life
we all have our own conflicting needs
but surely between the conflicting needs
we can find a compromise
work towards the dream of peace and equality
to continue down the path of war
Is to create our own destruction
if we release every nuclear bomb
the gas clouds surrounding the earth
would destroy crops nuclear poisoning
putting every surviving human through hell
with today's ability to design automatic weapons
the technology we possess could carry on killing
long after we were all gone
The first world war was created By Gravillo Princip
but the German Kaiser Wilhelm ll
also wanted to build an empire
England was fighting with Ireland
with Germany supplying weapons to Ireland
Russia was not prepared for war
weapons and infrastructure
far inferior to a prepared German Army
The Kaiser believed he could win
instead, he lost his country
Hitler Thought he could win Instead he lost
England went into debt
World war two technology-wise
we went for propeller airplanes
into the creation of jet engines and rockets
weapons of mass destruction and atomic bombs
What would we design with a third world war
automatic weapons artificial intelligence
the science fiction of comic books
could become the reality of our death
think well before we jump into the abyss of stupidity
I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and rock
the calm.
Solitary fishermen sit quietly
in private vigils
along the river's length.
All night they stare
into an absolving still
and move between
a mind's floating absence
and the tip of a rod
plumbed to depths
beyond human.
After the ship has passed
they wait
for the river to heal
and mend the lesions
in a tactile language.
Down river
a floodlit smoke stack
rises like a spire
out of the ruins of a factory.
High above,
a great wheeling dome
of seagulls fleck
a charcoal sky
and smear noise across
a vaulted quiet.
A lifetime on I hear
the discordant hymn,
feel the menace
of something moving shapeless
below the reach of words
and wait for the river
to heal.
For soldiers moment, let's get permission
Look at propeller and let's take a lesson
Come and let's burn with the fire of love
Let's reach to throne saying fellow fellow
Let's get into circulation and watch
Before saying Alas let's say Allah
There is no god but Allah
There is no god but Allah
There is no god but Allah he
Mornings and nights don't stop pass by
The capital which is your life is running out
Look at the nightingales they are crying out
Dear rosebud open up, season is passing by
Fellow fellow fellow fellow
Dear passenger stop a while and listen to me
Caravan is going you don't stay back
World beauty whom is called Joseph
Conquered today travel of heart
Fellow fellow fellow fellow
Written by Haci Tahsine Hanim
Translation Onur Ünlü
"The wound is the place where the light enters you"
— Rumi
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So much bleeding, yet no blood,
From heartbreaks I have suffered.
They are only saints when far from my bed,
But become demons after feasting on me in bed.
I was turned into an abandoned dog,
That waited in vain for a love that has flown away,
Yet another unreciprocated love dissolving into thin air,
Leaving a wound you thought no balm could heal.
But that heart severally broken
Still holds love that shines like pure gold,
With it I will still love even more
Erasing all scars of past disappointments.
It's that shattered heart that will still shine the light,
That will guide my steps in the dark,
As I trudge on the pathway of success,
Without a faltering too heavy to control.
Wait at the abyss of sorrow
As I climb to the top of the success ladder,
Those wounds you inflicted became the propeller
That lifted me into the greatness my life now embraces.
December 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1John 1-5
Key Verse – 1John 1:5 This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS THE LIGHT
Praise be to God for He is the light by His:
Illumination toward our salvation
Impact in our sanctification’s steadfastness
Immutability securing us against Satanic seduction
Instructions through His settled Scriptural statements
Influence for our sincere stewardship, service and sacrifice
1John 2:1 Praise be to the Lord for
being our righteous advocate since He is the:
Peace of our souls
Power of our strength
Propitiation for our sins
Provider of our sustenance
Propeller Who sets our stability
1John 3:1 Praise be to the Father for bestowing us
His love:
Lifting us from lawlessness
Loosening us against legalism
Lighting us up with His lessons
Liberating us toward loyalty’s leap
Leading us against laxity and lukewarmness
1John 4:4 Praise be to the Saviour for making us
overcomers as His:
Children by His compassion
Converts whom He counsels with care
Consecrated Christians with His cleansing
Called through His commission’s command
Courageous claimers of His confident companionship
1John 5:11 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for enabling us
to appreciate our God-given eternal life so:
Precious with His power
Purposeful along His plan
Priceless by His presence
Perfect upon His precepts
Productive midst His provisions. Amen!
December 23, 2024