Steamship Poems - Poems about Steamship

...I Never one to shackle one with the past Yet humans use words to distort Time, our guilt or responsibility In that sense, the Past is a scapegoat An escape route, and inconsistent ally: If one ......

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...I The railway is long gone In the 1960s, Apartheid ethnic townships were grown Where I sit now, is one - "Coloured" Newtown - But raping of nature as culture, as steamship-pasts When transported......

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... Let me tell you a story . . . The RMS Titanic steamship was the largest and most magnificent ship in the world (at the time) high as an 11 story building and long as 4 "long" city bloc......

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...Brother and Father, true Of 90 years, they have no clue Grandchildren rush to wishes, send None yet, from the great-grandson at Trent's end Born in the depression pit Promised relief if at des......

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...When roof beams have stored old suitcases and collected dust through generations Timeless quality genuine leather, with respect for craft // The faithful suitcase was packed They hide secret......

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...If you look at Stephen Foster, who wrote songs for the minstrel shows, you wouldn’t expect a genius that all of the world would know. He was another bookkeeper for a steamship company, until he......

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...The Titanic the luxury steamship Fabulously built and true legend On her maiden joyous voyage Crossing the North Atlantic ocean From the port of Southampton, England to the new world a......

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... The Dilettante Diaries: "Open Door Barefoot" Open door to closed room Ceiling smashed Stars in a very clear sky Fresh air taken into lungs ......

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...A Hint at What Is Beautiful : Lovely is the 'bless your heart' Wrapped with appreciation, Offered to peace inclined individuals Who make a special effort To nurture shrapnel singed casualti......

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...once, oh so long ago when there was a shining sun, I held a fair maiden in my arms her eyes gleamed with love our arms entwined there was a cyrstal clear mountain lake, an idyllic tarn and a ......

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