Long Warships Poems
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Byzantium
In August, the heat tastes of dust and desperation
the despot feels that soon a time will change
the power is but in the eyes of the general
The sun senses a mounting revolt, is prepared
will show no mercy but absorb the world in its inner core
where we can burn forever.
August is tired too, he the General gave them a lovely spring
and now the riff-raff is turning against him
The mighty oak tree whispers to the lesser trees about sedition
talks about democracy.
Stubbornly the sun hangs on, till battle clouds like warships
appear at the horizon.
His reign drowns in torrential rain downpour that will
destroy his life´s work.
You can blame me for the wars
And eclipse me for the nation
Close before me gates and doors
To prevent contamination
You can treat me like a fool
Talk to me like I’m a child
Who had listened to a mule
Born and bred in land of wild
Where they never read a bible
Maybe never use a fork
Round the fire they dance tribal
Dances, looking folly dork
Their existence is illegal
Their warships cross the ocean
They are threatening the bald eagle
Poor bird sends warning notion
None of the above relates
To myself, and likes of me
Who are facing the same fate
Waiting for the blind to see
But as every pavement needs
Its own stubborn dandelion
I’m with decorative weeds
In the world of deadly iron.
Red Alert Red Alert Red Alert
All Hands and bodies on Deck
Our warship has been hit
The enemy’s missiles did it
The warship is going under
SOS has been signaled
One Soldier sounds a whistle
Many warships in the area
Communications retrieved
They have been transcended and received
The warship is steadily heading for the bottom
The enemy above in war planes still attacking
The Warship was able to fire our missile, and we hit one of the enemy’s war planes
Our warship no longer remains
Soldier’s loss
The enemy’s missiles were the force
Down below the warship goes
The fearless and the brave
the commander
Going on board my ship, a balmy night in Gibraltar
I noticed four old warships (hunter class) tied up
together on a deserted pier as waiting for the final
verdict, to be turned into nails or sunk.
Having drunk beers with an ex. Royal navy people
I boarded one ship, walked up to the bridge
And took command
Giving orders to drop depth charges against
a German U-boat, I heard a voice behind me say:
“This is state property you have to leave.”
He took his helmet off and whipped his shiny doom,
a sociable copper, not looking for upgrades by
arresting people.
Leisurely we walked to my merchant ship
in a few hours, I would get up, cook breakfast
but I had, briefly, been a commander.
A long time afterward have bloomed the flowers of love at last
A long time afterward the pigeon has dropped the letter of love
The two nations Cuba and the USA though lie close to each other
Nevertheless the ideology-chains incarcerated those letters of love
In the air of both states poems and birds did fly quite in plenty
But the politics and warships didn’t care a whit about a love link
Fragile ego and ruinous self-love raise Hitler in our soul universally
Though we wish to keep the windows open to let in breeze of love
Still the high walls rise before us making our eyes blind to blue sky
Deprived of dews our soul saplings go on crying for rains of love
The initiative and the planning have finally yielded the red zinnia
Barack Obama opened the barracks to set off all the captive pigeons
A red cap, a red ring in throat, orange beak, a bird near my window
Sweetly whistles the tune of friendship linking Obama and Raul
Even the sky has come down in drizzle to greet this historic union
May Obama’s umbrella protect the spring of the “historic opportunity’’
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March 21, 2016
Hail us as a devoted soldiers in camouflage,
see us march forward with a head held up high,
it's a choice we have made, we walk proudly;
we are going where many can't decide destiny:
shouldn't we consider ourselves lucky?
Only the brave ones protect liberty,
never losing their valiant spirit and courage:
young girls behind the police barricades sigh!
There are thousands of us holding weapons and flags:
who dares to challenge us: we're the strongest army,
we have pledged allegiance to our great country eternally;
some have deserted the camp: we stand behind trances!
Hails us as devoted soldiers in camouflage,
nothing scares us: don't we show invincibility?
Follow us to the warships as if it were a pilgrimage;
it's very sad to see them wave goodbye and cry!
Who fights for freedom doesn't fear enemies,
no flag will be taken down despite the threat;
it will wave steadily to incite fervor in us:
nightfall may dim our sight, not our grit!
Who plays
the world's guitar
turning hearts
against life
US wants money
Russia land
mindless of tears
and blood shed
China sneezed
covid spread
muzzling mouths
silencing sounds
dulling senses
to pain of blood
weakening bodies
enraging minds
tilting world's
economic power
laying wood
to later ignite
with the spark
of a murdered
world leader
in the Balkans
enflaming nations
enraging hearts
even brother
against brother
horror
in the Mid East
the flames l spread
and warships
will encompass
Holy land
Jerusalem will fear
unthinking hand
will press the button
razing nations
to the ground
skin will fly off
bodies will blacken
no tears in eyes
left to cry
corpses will pile up
without a burial
no place to run
or time to say
even a short
Our Father prayer
no flesh will be left
unless humanity
on their knees will
convert
except for the Remnant
nourished by Mary
sheltered in the Heart
of the Trinitarian God
to a paradise on earth
restart
candles of faith
bending dark
welcoming
Jesus's return
in power
to stop the madness
of self-annihilation
His breath
will blow away
infected air
touching bier of earth
with His hand
will resurrect creation
to its pristine
splendor
flowers dancing
with happiness
birds serenading
harmony
rivers flowing serenity
and people running
with health and joy
of living with
each other in peace
singing gratitude
to Triune God
Who is love
alone magnificent
all powerful in glory.
LuzdeMariaRevelacionesMarianas- October 28,2023: Death of a world leader will intensify and spread the war.
A WAVE SPLASHING FLOW OF
WARS, LANDS, SEAS, AND US
Today’s war waves flow;
Oily frothing away lives
And once useless ships:
Soaring ships costing so much
To be replaced and bombed out:-
Today’s warring times
Unanchors old warrior ways
Of making money:-
Not only do gas prices rise,
But also its shipping cost:-
Ocean warring times
Leave much collateral ways
To make land-money:-
Land-money to support the
On land-power mongering:-
On land or the sea,
Political war making
Is about money:
Money to support power;
Not winning equality:-
Just check it all out,
And see what this war has done
To poor you and me:
We do not have equity,
Justice, nor democracy:-
Final awareness:
Oceans have us surrounded;
Ships daily cruising.
Can not warships also cruise,
Right up to our shores as well?
Amidst the tempestuous waters and dreams
Some argue we are all linked by similar streams
Yet, I disagree, as countless distinct ships,
Cross those raging waters, reaching for grips.
Attestive people travel on ocean vessels
In terms of style and ease, they settle
Unwinding in their balcony rooms
Relaxed, hands resting on glasses, and fumes.
Others travel aboard power yachts
As if all is fine in spikes and hot spots
With little regard for smaller crafts
That can hinder their gains and laughs.
Several are battling on warships
Nothing seems to be fitting their ships
Consistently getting ready for anything
For the close invincible battle, the bell rings.
Others are huddling in their life jackets
Pray for their rescue, ripped in dust packets
Waiting for the waves to subside
And dreading the incoming tide.
Many people dream of their paddle
They are clinging to life by a saddle
They are asking for a begrime of luck
And a chance to board a boat or a truck.
Some still don't cognize how to swim
And are scared by each wave and whim
They're trying to retain their balance
weighed out with nonchalance.
So, while you are on this way,
To a most secure and tranquil bay
Retain an eye out for other shipmates.
Who might look for some aid, or cates?
Who would bestow them a life belt?
Or perhaps an oar or paddle dwelt?
Maybe they can profit from your advice
Going around in loops and dreaming twice.
My unmet dream is to value all that I hold
All of the lovely people in my life are gold
The awe I deserve and am receiving
And the peace found with breathing.
3rd Place Contest Winner
Written: May 28, 2023
Dreaming Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
The astrolabe – how it depresses me!
The thing’s too perfect, no room left to grow.
Repeat, refine, reduce – a legacy
from which no vital spring can ever flow.
The thing’s too perfect! No room left to grow,
no seas to sail. The time is out of joint.
We made it our religion just to know,
but failed to think we’d reached this nadir-point.
No seas to sail. The time is out of joint!
We once sought distant moons and unknown suns,
but failed. To think – we’ve reached this nadir-point!
The Sultan’s poet plays around with puns.
We once sought distant moons and unknown suns,
while shallowness possessed us, unawares.
The Sultan’s poet plays around with puns,
as modern aesthetes shape the harem stairs.
While shallowness possessed us, unawares,
Venetian warships anchored off the coast.
As modern aesthetes shape the harem stairs,
the fortune-tellers fail to spot, engrossed,
the palace guards, abandoning their post.
Repeat, refine, reduce – a legacy
that stultified a people. Yet we boast
the astrolabe. How it depresses me!