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Ode to the Titanic

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One fateful night a grand old ship was gone,
So many lost their lives, not all were saved.
The ship did sink before the morning dawn.

The sea made over fifteen hundred graves
On that so sad and fateful April night
As that sharp iceberg the ship””s side did graze.

The crew and captain tried with all their might
To save as many people as they could.
In only twenty lifeboats for their plight

The captain ordered his crew, as he should,
The women and the children first he cried
And making all men stay back where they stood.

There were not near enough boats to provide
All people room, so many had to die.

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“I want every man to act like a man
For manhood””s sake”, the captain did command
With gun in hand and trouble now began.

He finally called out his last demand,
The captain did shout “Each man save himself.”
At that last moment death was close at hand.

A panic grew; all were to save themselves.
The ship was sinking rapidly below
And soon would be a memory itself.

The captain had one last gift to bestow
A child he saved from waters deep cold grave
Then he swam back to his ship like a pro

The captain was a man so great and brave
For his last act on earth was the child saved.

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The ship “Titanic” was suppose to be
Unsinkable, but to the bottom it sank,
And leaving watery grave of debris.

They say the ship was elegant and swank
A grand place with much grace and style, but
The decks were all divided by class rank

Top decks you might find them walk with a strut
While down below they might have been low class
They still had parties like the upper cut.

But all the grand and finery of brass
Could not have saved their lives back then that night
When this great ship went down and sunk at last.

So as the band played on with death in sight
In some small way they gave the final death rites.


Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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A Time to Remember


I am sitting at grandmas as I do recalled,
Watching a movie, “A Time to Remember” so it was called.
Grandma says, “Looks like a great picture show”.
I rabble on to her, about it fascinated me so

My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire
“If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire”
I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor,
Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more.

“Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse,
She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues,
Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest,
She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed.

When she suddenly stops and slowly turns the old album towards me,
She says ever secretive and low, “This is the one, that I want you to see”
The photo was of a small group of people, of which some faces I did know.
She whispers, “Do you know who this is? I shook my head no.

You’re Great Uncle Smith, a great Captain you see,
He was the real Captain of great ship that was lost out at sea.
I was shocked and amazed, and could not utter a word,
Is this real? Did I really hear what I heard?

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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My Great Grand Uncle, E.J. Smith

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There is something Calvinistic about this man of the old-sea breed.
Where they never outgrow the wild grandeur of the sea.
They go down with their ships, of their own choice and never recede.
This man was of quiet demeanor and soft words of some degree.

Where they never outgrow the wild grandeur of the sea.
Man and ship riding over great waves and fighting their way through.
This man was of quiet demeanor and soft words of some degree.
He was courteous, kindly and loved by many he knew.

Man and ship riding over great waves and fighting their way through.
Gallant is he, by many acts of bravery in the face of death.
He was courteous, kindly and loved by many he knew.
He performed a simple act of humanity as he was out of breath.

Gallant is he by many acts of bravery in the face of death.
They go down with their ships, of their own choice and never recede.
He performed a simple act of humanity as he was out of breath.
There is something Calvinistic about this man of the old-sea breed.

Poem Style – Pantoum / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Titanic


 Nineteen-Twelve is the yesteryear,
Upon a grand ship filled with cheer.
The upper class passengers had the finest of fine,
In rooms so adorned you might think them a shrine.

As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern,
No one knew there would be cause for concern.
How did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced,
Like a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice.

It was a night the world remembers and never to forget,
There were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret.
The Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’,
Before the grand ship was submersed.

“Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew,
Bringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu.
The Captain’s final act was that of heroism and ever so brave,
The life of a drowning baby he did save.

This is the true story of the so called “unsinkable ship”,
The fate of the Titanic’s maiden trip.

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Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Titanic
Written by Lady Kathleen

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