A lady of the waves.

[KG]

Her name was SS.........:
She was a lady of the waves.

Whatever they did name her - she was named with pride,
her duty as a mistress, to travel far and wide.
Carry safe her payload where ever she may go,
a nations blood, a life line, our saviour, her cargo.

Never meant to face a foe, born to obey her master,
is maybe, why we call her she and warn her ‘gainst disaster.
She could be stern and would not bow, to danger in a war,
many heroines of such times, now sail the oceans floor.

Often old and past it, often called a tramp,
an old boiler or a virgin, often cold and damp.
Elegant yet rusted, she sailed the seven seas,
graced the Ocean railway, she could be a tease.

When hunted by a Wolf pack, future looking dim,
she could not run from danger, her fate was often grim.
Although she could be evasive and often had much luck,
cruelly, fully laden, she was a sitting duck.

For some she was a coffin, no grave above the waves,
recorded and remembered more and more these days.
Those that were spared the cruel sea, remember most of all,
brave there friends and heroes, “Those that died to save us all”.

Those who sailed upon her, her master, crew and others,
family left behind at home, treated ships like mothers.
“Respect and love all maidens, treat them like your sister”,
She will be true as long as you, do not forsake her mister.

Many that promised to remember them are no longer here,
ships sail on in a different world, devoid of pain and fear.
Loved ones passage eternally with those brave men once more,
sister ships cruise near them, they are the ocean floor.

It was a hard way to earn a crust, especially during War,
Never did they fail to sail, “We must remember them all”.
The many that survived attacks by those that would do them harm,
Along with those that perished – to bring us peace and calm.

KG.

Will ask Joe to comment on my first work, she is not complete and requires fine tuning but, I try.

In Memory of:

Those Good Men and the women and children, still not Home From The Sea and those of all lost from this world with “No Known Grave but the Sea” the many just not remembered or just forgot and un-commemorated in an unattended grave.

We shall Remember Them.

KG.

[KG]

Graceful Steel Ladies,
“Maidens of the Waves”.

Our graceful steel ladies, were maidens of the waves,
noted, during conflict for the way that she behaves.
Often she was press ganged to her countries call,
chosen, when as need be, to try and save us all.

Her mainly, manly duties could put a saint to shame,
she left behind her favourite dress and make-up just the same.
So many of these mistress’s had encountered, much before.
but, via a sense of duty, she could be a whore.

So many of these brave old girls sailed devoid of fear,
In face of foe, they would go, the enemy to her rear.
She could turn tricks and save her way, with bad guys at the door,
but when the “tin fish” struck, to end her luck, she slept on the Ocean floor.

Her port not reached, her belly breached – the “Iron Maiden” lay,
“beneath the sea”, far from her quay, her only haven today.
A resting place and tribute place, far removed from home,
but, sister’s grace joins the race and steams across the foam.

For those that found safe haven, or could up skirts and run,
and those that save a nation and sped fast from the “Hun”.
We remember those steel ladies and what they had to bare,
an ensign crossed may be your loss, if you even dare.

A lady has surprises and will not just give in, “Heaven has no fury”
“Dem’s” guns may just begin, or just as with a jury.
Justice to our call, she will ram you or entice you, to her hidden charms,
Join the “Q” and God Bless You, this merchant has her arms.

No known grave for you and me, we will sail no more.
Our-sister ships and allies, will join in this man-made war.
A younger generation will come as we have gone,
husky made up, painted ladies, here until our cause is won.

So “harken” to our warning, this is no idle threat,
you chose to take on ladies and will not beat our best.
many lay with Davey and more in Fiddlers Green,
you can try your best, fail your quest with this the MN Queen.

K.

[KG]

Posting now but it is in it's rawest form, hopefully a little humerous and a work in motion, attempting to become a poem. K.

This Island race. (A Remembrance)

Without our age old mariners, “Brittania” – could not be saved,
no early fleet, for Roman’s to defeat or ward off men depraved.
But, early man the hunter, had gathered far from home,
River’s deep were conquered, there was a sea to roam.

Romano – Brits and pagans saw King Arthur and the rest,
Kick: start an early navy that would become the best.
They carried Celtic fighters, around our coast by sea.
Earliest, forms of transport ships to see off enemy.

Prince Madoc ventured oceans, through tempest, wind and gales,
re-discovered the America’s, but failed to claim for Wales.
Some say they were the first to go, but hunter gatherers went,
Early- man, then native’s before the “Mayflower” was ever sent.

But with no flag to claim new land, they had not been invented,
or scribe to write, all down and prove, the indigenous claim was dented.
Back to home and history, merchants came and went,
Threat’s from those that wanted our land, came with bad intent.

Longboats and the Vikings had come in days of old,
unsavoury, barbaric raiders would pillage, seeking gold.
Both the Normans and the Saxon’s day tripped to our coast,
reconnaissance for later, they came for Sunday Roast.

Leaving a country speaking Latin, Roman’s left for home,
without her depleted army, there was no defence for Rome.
Our fellow Anglo-Saxons, cousins from over channel,
Saw Robin Hood, do much good but, but were keener on a tunnel.

Looking back to mother tongue, ended speaking more “Germanic”.
until our friends and neighbours – France, started getting manic.
One in the Eye for Harold, back in sixty-six, a “World Cup” plan,
Saw “Franglaise” as main speak, an illegitimate ruler, would become the man.

But, by this time, our Isle had, had enough and wanted no more invaders,
after all a stolen land, by those that come before, they wanted only traders.
So when El Spain, laid her claim and started building Armadas,
Good Queen Bess, full with quests, wanted no more dramas.

So she called on Drake, bowls to forsake, to master up a plan,
now we speak Queens- Anglaise, we cannot change again.
Keep your Esparanto, English will now remain,
We will holiday, cheap by package, but invasion would be a pain.

Just to end my story, others tried again, those that may do us harm,
would not find all not the same, a navy borne of piracy were not as full of charm,
I left till now and from our past, sailors with no grave, many stay with Davey,
the only one finale, our marvellous men of the British Merchant Navy.

KG.

As said very raw, but hope to complete ASAP.

JUST INCASE YOU MAY THINK, MY HORRIBLE HISTORY IS MAN MADE:

Were the Welsh the First European Americans?

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Some say that the Americans were first to land on the Moon, according to our Annals, a Welshman in his home-made rocket was the first and this confirmed by the great Bard Max, The Americans were actually first to go there and return. (From the Ballad "Morgan the Moon") Max Boyce.