The whole world considers the Suez Canal passe-partout.
Every day, numerous ships routinely pass through.
A big ship called the "Ever Given" blocked the passageway.
For a while, it looked as if this behemoth was there to stay.
The carrier getting stuck there was quite a calamity.
Many other vessels waited in the Mediterranean and Red Sea.
Other European craft desiring to reach ports in Asia
decided to sail the long way around South Africa.
With considerable effort, workers got the Ever Given free.
Merchant vessels again go through the canal to reach the sea.
from a news story found on www.abcnews.com
Categories:
merchant vessels, business, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Somali Pirates prowl the Gulf of Aden
For merchant vessels with cargo laden
From the tenement rows of Puntland
Poor fishermen, ex-militia turned brigand
Now pledge fealty to the lucrative capitalist brand
Which polluted their waters and denuded their coast land
Fitted mercenaries scout the narrow strand
Booty and hostages from itinerant ships to remand
From mother ship, crafty navigators plot vessels' course
In speedy skiffs, armed with guile and every pliable resource
Stealthily stalk their prey gratuitous demands to enforce
Their mantra greed; ransom and loot their tour de force
Battering ram of rocket, grenade; calm hands from cargo to divorce
With hooks, ladder springing aboard, subduing crew with little discourse
Pilfering their bounty; enslaving the crew without remorse
Categories:
merchant vessels, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Pounding seas, wind tossed spray
Cold North wind, blowing night and day
The ice gripping men in disarray
The convoy ploughing onward
The merchant vessels, shadows in mist,
Weave and wind, wend and twist
Then disappear when torpedo kissed
The convoy ploughing onward
The small corvette, the guiding hand
The leader of the straggling band
But cannot make a fighting stand
The convoy ploughing onward
The men washed into icy seas
The eyes that bulge, the limbs that freeze
The ship brought down upon its knees
The convoy ploughing onward
The submarine torpedoes roar
Explosion, seas rush through open door
Ships and men on the ocean floor
The convoy ploughing onward
Few are left when journey's done
Supplies got through, the race is run
So many lost, so who has won?
The convoy ploughing onward
Categories:
merchant vessels, adventure, sea, warmen, men,
Form: I do not know?