Long Submarine Poems
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My pulse is high and the heart beats double punch
Paul McCartney, George Harrison, John Lennon, Ringo Starr
Music, lyrics, melody in beautiful harmony
"Love me do" ..... yes, it feels like love ....
Strawberries crown in my hair with the boys
"Strawberry Fields Forever"
Quite a sweet dream ... "All You Need Is Love" .....
Paul, George, John and Ringo sings "Is not She Sweet"
I lose my breath, this must be "Real Love"
"Penny Lane" ..... Who is "Penny Lane"
"Please Please Me" - feel a little tired - "A Hard Day's Night"
"Help" they are behaving like "Bad Boy"
"Abbey Road" is a nice place .... but, "Let It Be"
I'm going home with a "Yellow Submarine"
"Cry For A Shadow"
28.10.2013 A-L Andresen :)
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Sponsor Rhonda Johnson Saunders
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Behind the bird perched on the chair
In the shade
There is a submarine in the harbor
In the sun---light
The world doesn't laugh at us
As we so often might feel
But with us, though we don't always---laugh
And so we organize everything around us
As if it was our job to do so.
All the mysterious, deepening wells of
Jokes and complete nonsense found
Absolutely---everywhere
We try to organize.
As if it was our job to do so.
Though it is no more our job to
Force it to all make sense then
It is the bird's job to sit on the
Chair in the shade with the sunlit
Sub idle in the rippling water behind
Her---
It is no more our job than breathing is a job.
Like breathing, we just do it.
There is no moral here: just sun and shade,
Birds and submarines---and humans
Trying to play a non-existent game,
Trying to remember to laugh, trying to stop trying.
I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and keep my company. I want someone that is virtuous for me to come and write the next chapter with me. I want someone that is virtuous for me to help me find my destiny.
I have been sitting here for the past five years scribbling notes and masquerading in the dirt, with cuts and bruises on my skin and the bird above me singing an unfamiliar hymn; the cold wind blowing in my back while the perverts peep meticulously underneath my new frock. Daylight is shouting on the air with nothing positive to share.
I have passed the time in positive ways and cross my heart so that my spirit doesn’t go astray, and I sit quietly in the dark waiting patiently on that special verse that will break the spell and catapult me out of this living hell.
I have written a hundred and twenty verses about the desert in the sun and the aliens on the run, where did they come from nobody knows but they have the big boss thinking and the universe running.
I want someone that is right for me, to bring out all the good in me and respect my dignity. I have been searching for that special one that can sing in harmony and compose a majestic rhythm and when we clap our hands together, we can compose a million songs.
I want someone that is virtuous for me that knows about the history. Time is trembling on my lips and the maiden is carrying a pirate dish what’s for supper, I don’t know but heaven will see to it that we have a decent three course meal.
It is not about infatuation or puppy love, it’s about creativity , imagination, compatibility, mature love and strength; we must see eye to eye and we must go on a mission together in a dug out boat and a submarine floating above our heads; strategy is the key to survival and there is no parting between us until we die, we both have longevity and passion is our destiny, I want someone that is right for me.
Here I am standing on the abusive floor, and someone is knocking continuously on the door, the extortioner is running around the street looking for something to eat and the bad men are throwing stones at me, hoping to see the other side of me, but I shone them all and continue to stand tall.
I want someone that is virtuous to help me complete the race and get me out of this place and quite the hidden storm.
I travel beyond the depth of time trying to figure out what is mine. I float on the surface of the sea with the sun spilling its radiant energy all over me.
I drift for days, fighting against big waves while the turbulence in the air merges with the electrifying current in the sea kept pulling me towards an unknown destiny and the world stands still and watches the oracle unfold.
My boat is drifting and I don’t know where it is going; I am surrounded by multitudes of sharks and killer whales hiding in the dark, they try desperately to overturn the boat but ocean gravity keep me afloat above the ocean floor.
The world wraps its energy around my waist and the flowing tide kept pushing me towards the human race. A mighty rush of wind spun the boat around pushing it in a direction with all the energy stored up in the Pandora box.
And then a loud sound billowing from the depth of the sea, sends an airplane crashing out of the sky, with a profound message upon which to rely.
Get ready for the next air parade, you will have to take the fight to sea before the next full moon so get the prisoners of war out of the town and bring in tankers, submarine, drones and missile to take the soldier home.
The ocean with all its deposits has its own burden to carry and the seagulls gallivanting on the shore fighting for rotten fish that mysteriously ends up into your dish, and the baker on the stand wipe his face with a maternal skirt and the residue that is left behind is more valuable than the divine.
I can hear the great big waves rolling in the middle of the ocean and Queen Mary blowing her horn with a fleet of ships rolling behind her and a carnival crew dancing in front of her.
Everyone seems to be happy as they headed towards the shore leaving the dark measures on the ocean floor,
This was the worst ship disaster, with the greatest loss of life at sea
A German ship that was overloaded, with over 10,600 war refugees
Sank on the 30 January 1945 by a Soviet submarine in the Baltic sea
By Soviet Naval Officer, Captain Alexander Marinesko, who died 1963
Stranger than be; he was actually facing a court martial due to drink
So did this up his rankings, when as the Wilhelm Gustloff he did sink
Not so, by Oct 1945 the same year he was dishonourably discharged
After being lower from a Captain to a Lieutenant so was not life hard
No message gave that it carried refugees as it crossed the Baltic Sea
No war crime committed, carrying soldiers from the German military
The first torpedo hit the bow, as putting crew members out of action
Next hit a drained swim pool that held 373 ladies with a bad reaction
Third hit the engine rooms for Wilhelm Gustloff there is now no hope
With all of this the ship starting to portside, as began to rapidly slope
The ship carried on it four Captains, it was Friedrich Petersen's choice
To sail the ship with its navigation lights on, as the others gave voice
it was to miss a German mine sweeper convoy, coming head on in fog
This grubby weather made the rescue work of the survivors, hard flog
Though; it should be mentioned all four Captains survived the sinking
No information was found as to why, that is left, to your own thinking
Be 44 minutes after, the Wilhelm Gustloff ship was dangerously listing
Another six minutes, the ship sank bow up, her metal soul unresisting
Out of all the unlucky 10.600 passengers only 1,252 of them survived
Most lost to the very icy cold waters of the Baltic Sea, none as revived
Alas, of the 9,400 victims who died, 5,000 of them were, but, children
All those refugees wishing for a new life, they were hoping on building
After the war was over, the Soviets, returned to strip her, as in looted
Signs of hand-made damage, and detonators scarring her undisputed
Not one bit of evidence of human life on that ship was found to remain
Hiding the evidence of their blame, did though, not lessen their shame
Harold John Bray, Jr., Seaman 2C- The last surviving member of the iconic Navy vessel the USS Indianapolis. The Indy was a capitol ship that just returned statewide for major repairs and refitting, following a Japanese Kamikaze attack at Okinawa. Nine members of the crew were killed, a somber time. Harold enlisted in the U.S. Navy the day he turned 17 in 1944. He learned how to drink Navy coffee when he lived in the barracks at the end of Mare Island, California while the ship was being repaired. Every day he would ride a train to the ship until it was ready to set off on a top-secret mission: delivering components of the atomic bomb destined for Hiroshima. On July 30th, 1945, while crossing the Philippine Sea the Indy was struck twice by a Japanese Submarine. It took just 12 minutes for the ship to sink. Approximately (900) of the original (1,195) crew members were able to leap into the water before it went down. For almost four days they floated in the oily and shark invested waters. The survivors watched in fear as they saw their peers being eaten alive and vanishing beneath the sea. After the sharks feasted on the wounded, they left, leaving half of the men still clinging onto hope for life. Many more lives were lost because they drank the salt and oily water. 316 men were rescued not through a search effort, but by pure chance. The Indy tragedy is a tale of haunting endurance, forgotten sacrifice, and the crushing silence that surrounded a mission intended to help end a global war.
aboard the Indy
Harold Bray- seaman 2c
the last survivor
My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white.
eyes delirious
dazzled, dizzy, delighted
dopamine kicked in
A truck gets stuck at the bottom of our steep driveway, blocking local traffic on our rural road. I wonder if this sticks in anyone else’s memory? Then like ants, industrious, sweating for donuts and coffee, my dad’s friends work their quads, up and down this unexpected hell.
our walls carried up
unfinished planks, like a cross
friendship marches on
We’d help spackle the parts of the wall scored by nails. Dad would use the saw to cut a wooden floor, like his rest-in-peace dad, who surely stops in to measure his son’s progress, to see his grandkids placing the unstained wood.
this home has no ghosts
brand-spanking new on old hill
but the past’s with us
While constructing, Mom would open a can of Dinty Moore stew, cook over a portable stove, and serve over rice. We would order Pizza from Salvatore’s - my mouth waters at the thought of this New York pie with Italian sausage, sauce and cheese. They’d occasionally order a submarine; I can still taste the fresh lettuce, tomato and thin-sliced deli meats on yeasty bread.
what we remember
is funny; the senses touch
childhood memories
The builder, of the house’s frame, was called one day. He was told my dad went through the roof. Later, they came, standing outside and sizing up the roof, when my mom questioned them as to what he was looking at. Mom rolled her eyes as she told him, what was meant, was that my dad was mad.
screwball translation
the heated conversation
is lost in humor
Shovelling the driveway, in Winter, in my plaid, woollen, hooded coat. My face can feel the chill, the briskness of the wind, and the warmth of mittens. I miss my childhood, even the arduous times, those wonderful family times.
a surprise arrives
at this address; a newborn
unplanned, a kicker
Something New
Have you longed for something new
like ketchup on your crackers
To hang out till the break of dawn
with multiple kick backers
A peanut for a new best friend
unless you are allergic
A submarine in your back yard
so easy to submerge it
A watermelon kitchen sink
with seeds to help the drainage
A brand new wash cloth made of fur
to softly clean the stainage
A pickup truck with tap shoe wheels
so down the road you’re clicking
A new comb for your head of hair
with grease for easy slicking
To stick your neck out really far
like you have been giraffe-ing
Have you longed for something new
like this that leaves you laughing
10/15/18
Written for: The Trying Something New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
This was a tough one and definitely something new for me. : )
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
The universe is running after me beckoning me to come, it has a mission for me across the sea, and a band of angel waiting for me.
The morning started off with a bag of hope bottled up in my throat, as I tried desperately to suppress yesterday’s emotion that is bubbling up into the restless sea with big waves accompanying me.
I crossed freely over on the other side and found nature quite alive; everyone was alert and waiting for the story to unfold. I watched the vessels at sea plunging in the deep searching for the unknown and looking desperately for a home.
Big ships rolling in and the divers are getting ready to swim; looking for lives that have been busted up by instant dynamite. It was painless and quick and even if you search the entire ocean floor the bodies would be no more; morrows and bones dilute in stone and all the flesh absorbed in salt water.
There comes a time when the iron steel around the barricade starts to melt and sometimes you wished that the protective armor around you would tell you what to do, but steels and stones do not bear a crown and you can hear the soil groan and the foundation of the earth shakes sending shock waves across the universe.
I see them coming back from the sea with empty trucks and empty hands and little hope to carry on .The fishermen had come and gone sharing stories of how it begins, the story of the sunken submarine has rocked the entire universe.
I saw little tears; I wonder if they are still here or was it just a trick to send them rolling off the cliff or was it just their time to escape to heavens and leave the universe in contempt.
Eyes kept rolling, mind kept turning and daybreak broke their bonds. Below the bottom of the ocean floor their spirit found a resting place among the fifteen hundred aged old souls of Sunday April 14, 1912 adding five more to the score to catapult me to the top.
The men went down and the women rose to the top. That was a painful course and I hope that it has settled the score. The ocean floor has intriguing stories to be told, come and see me before you go through the door.