"warship" poems
Lining up batteries of anti-aircraft anti-everything
all anti- something this and that
distribution centre for psychological pressure
backed by radio, TV presidents staring straight
newspapers, journals and dialogues around
flash round tables on the whys how’s and who’s
sneaky microphone hidden in flower pots,
long distance listening devices. Telephones tapped
wives tapped, senior diplomats and doormats tapped
wives tapped on shoulders
whispered to: watch out for Joe blogs he has a roving eye.
see me tonight, after dinner.
The russians have warship A into Zone B
the chinese have shifted anti-missile up
the mountains near tibet, near nepal
near taiwan, near the hormuz straits
into africa, zimbabwe, fiji, and northern china
who cares. Tomorrow they will shift out again.
the pressure is building in the ukraine, turkey is on fire
The north koreans have no power
as seen from satelllites
The president has run of tomato sauce so he has asked
for a shipload from us of a
ship it with some spies dressed as tomatoes
god its killing me
these acupuncture points
three more needles please!
Author Notes
Relentless. ( an wacky I s'pose). Think about it all.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
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I am earth breathing fire hearing wind moving water beneath my meat eating feet. I stare through the ghost riding I am Equine the warship of the Poised den at landings end I devour funnel cakes within the three circles, I merge the warmth and cool blending the reflections with its shadow commanding paddle cyclical backstroke the Frog's moment chosen amp powered transition form and fathom an alternate realm, I dropped a meteor on a puddle world displacing half of all livin; Lanced a Wasp's nest as a Dragoon steals an egg as a test.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
It would be two thousand and thirteen
it would be a seamless,
dreamless sleep,
I was singing the song with more conviction
than the one who wrote it.
Yeah, you're a believer and I'm
living proof.
From the passive to the partisan
from the advocate to the activist,
oils of mine mix with oils of yours
the spoils of war,
we worship the warship,
now the legion is holin' out
and now the legion has got a hold of you!
There goes the popular children
with their popular wisdom,
music, the solitary thing
flings me around this ****** ring,
where'd you get those lenses you're wearing?
Hey DJ, maestro murdered music today!
That band was brand new,
Brandy gave me a cool tattoo.
Figures, I'm right now.
I figure,
I am right now.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
I told myself
I’m going to pull
myself together and
swim until I reach
the surface.
But it’s been six months
since then and I’m still
stuck in this water.
I drowned, and under
the surface I could see the
midnight sun’s glowing halo.
“Grab hold of it”, I said.
But no matter what I do, I couldn't.
I’m stuck in this same place.
There’s dark water everywhere
and the sun never rises.
I feel like I’d been thrown overboard.
But in reality, I jumped into the water.
I said, **** it, I’m done.”
I left behind the warship I was on.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
A tear trickled down her cheek
It fall on my heart and i saw it seep
The plant that grew there was gentle and week
And for love it had its roots going deep.
The hardship winds were the nature's grant
Felling huge trees and leaving a mark
But couldn't uproot the growing plant
Of all the big small things in the park.
Giving it strength to live through the worst
Now the weak plant was a warrior
With warship glory a new flower burst
And on the flower came a carrier .
Picking up love withe the pollen grains
Showering it ,flying all far and wide.
Her tears falling on my heart like rains
Of love and care that she can not hide
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
Out of the dark she came
scars on her haul her crew in pain
all contact lost
no other vessels survived
Even her port and refill point
all gone, all dead
her last warship
her last weapon
The captain, oh come on
all know it is me
and my ship the Neon Solaris
god has nothing on her plans
Sleek and killer
beautifully wonderful
matter not the scares of war
for she is warship forever
She lives around a outer planet
cloaked in the inky black
she is my all
and her crew are loyal to me
Just a visit
from her last warship
for soon we fold space
to find our lost race
Death will scream morning
as we break our moorings
called to the deck
another battle, well what the heck
Here we go again
the last of her fleet
back to the black of forever
back in time to find our own kind
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka Neon Solaris
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I was matched to a warship
to the pride of the known galaxy
and with dynamical order
I claimed worship of my starship
Tending her, I made her mine
she had waited for me in time
just for me, she called to me
me the last captain of time after time
She is the last of a incredible fleet
the vow of gods beyond the stars
this dream of the imperial order
by her command.. I mean to see it through
I matter not or what
I am just her warship
and in pure worship
by love bound to my starship
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
After just a time jump back to here
we skim back into normal space
what is another warship doing here
we request your ID, Now before we open fire
This is the only warning you will get
identify your purpose for being here
our weapons are locked
and we have no care or want to destroy you
We see you are a class 1 super blue
were you made by our glorious making
send your codes of discipline now
or we will have to destroy you
Oh dear glory to you
we did say one warning
as a warship you know
we pity you are nearly as old
Target acquired
all gun ports open
fire full salvo
goodnight warship blue, glory in the death of you
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
.
( worship in the hills )
•
oh
oh
oh
•
Ready for the dying
Moving
In for the ****
••
Hey !
EVERYBODY !!
SEE !
••
Warship in the harbor
Missiles flyin toward the Free
////:
We gather together in the hills
( But there
Is
No escape )
( • """"
~~
guess it's time
To be fighting
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
He stands like William Stanley Moore
a mugshot of an old gangster I saw once
in sepia, stony, strangely clarified, endowed
immortalized in caramel marble
glassy eyes and all--
he plowed ahead that night
fingers twitching, only to turn
around outside of the light
once we'd gone through
the doors and I'd fled down
the stairs in his wake
to clip his heels
I've been chasing his shadow
tying my lead to his bow
far away from my own
dock, a sailboat piping
behind a cottonclad warship
I am small and timid
soft and malleable, unwild
unwoven, strips of silk in the foyer
running through his fingers
sheets sliding down his back
I cannot give what other girls
have given, the way they
dive and plead and swarm
I can only coat, can only
rinse, only lather, I can only
run over--
I am standing at his bookshelf
running a finger over the spines
gingerly closing the cabinet or
slipping into his bed, tucked
away like a porcelain doll
I try
i try
i try
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Sensational curiosities of quarter-sized universes of human love and human flesh.
Gentle insane thoughtless violence cured in time's long sluice of betrayal,
Rancor, then betrayal, and then the frost. Never did I hear the twigget of the synthesizer max its flare.
Every mouth was a warship, the plumes coming up over the top of the spigot, sampler of the Neverspoke. Worships them, in the Hectares through the dross, the incumbent conflagration
Envelops life from venom thru a stra. Into the hutch the creeper shakes, like the
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
She burns Nova
and she is so live
I can't let her go
not without her pilot
He makes grim look like heaven
for her captain is fighter elite
wow that black clad *******
Neon will make her burn nova
He just keyed 300 disciplines
now just watch him fly
he is and he is will
I think he is going to burn the skies
On to the deck
oh sweet glory
we are warship
Neon she burns nova
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
Eye has become a Warrior
Eye spent years turning my insides to Flame-Tempered Steel
Dousing the flames of my selfish desires
And hammering out the emotional weakness
That is slavery to self
Eye focused my energy solely on the Inner Work
And dare Eye say, it is complete
Now, the Outer Work is in progress
Eye can feel my Soul is growing stronger
With each breathless ******
With each drop of sweat that spatters against the cold floor
Or streams directly into my burning eyes
Eye remembers the pains of past lives
And Eye readies my Warship
For it is War that has been declared upon me
But Eye cannot be defeated
My Spirit has completed the tasks
All but One
That cannot be done in One Lifetime
Eye will help me to finish strong
Eye has become a Warrior
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
She was the finest of the fleet
her crew consisted of the best
ten thousand at the last count
did ***** Susan have
Her gun ports were something to be admired
goodness she was a beauty
boy and the size of her drive engines
she was a keeper our ***** Susan
I remember the first time I boarded her
that day I did take command
the deck was smothered with hands
for ***** Susan had room for heroes from many lands
She had star drive capability
and a cloaking device
her engines on full
well they were as cool as ice
I did my five years duty with her
and we went to many a star
she was one hell of a warship
was ***** Susan my bottom *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I’m all for freedom of speech for everyone
Without pardoning you for things you’ve done.
Here’s something you don’t get to say to me
You don’t get to tell me I may not disagree!
You who plan constant genocide and invasion
Make pacifists like myself rise to the occasion.
We refuse to authorize you buying a warship.
You act as if that word is very like worship!
Too many scary cowards setting precedences.
In your overstuffed, gadget-filled residences.
You’re issuing orders to send youths to die.
Since you’re not going, why bother to ask why?
Some bribe-taking elite snobs in costly suits
Tell you to send kids overseas in combat boots.
If you rebuke them they bring out the dramatics.
Their reason is their bookkeeper’s mathematics.
In the USA, we waged war after disastrous war
And few of us asked why, and what is it for?
We invaded people’s lands and destroyed it
And there never was a reason to deploy it
An international revenue generating machine
****** thousands on both sides, nice and clean.
Then demand we buy coffee, seven bucks a cup,
If we think of objecting, you want us to shut up.
After all, it’s just one more war, wrapped up to go.
What’s a two or three million dead people or so?
The point it, there’s a bottom line to adhere to
So what it affects or kills someone near you?
Don’t be unpatriotic and ***** with fate.
Genocide is lucrative and an American trait.
Just look what we did to the natives here.
Read that story. What we’re doing is clear.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
People are walking down the street,
during the final apocalypse ,
radios on their big feet,
the jails are empty and all stripped,
and Micheal Moore might call it,
republicans old warship.
It's all our fault we built a world on ideas of ownership.
As the world sat there dying,
the remorseful dragon was bled,
and the leaches are all crying,
their brothers are all dead,
and I know though my silver spoon shines,
in the moonlight it turns to lead,
I sat there on the mountaintop and watched tom thumb break his leg.
The popular trend is collapsing,
the pirates are heroes too,
the tree now is alive and clapping,
what were once lies are now all true,
but ages pass and still we know ,
that every day is just a clue,
I ran across the border along with Napoleons entire crew.
The glass coffin it has a leak,
snow white is looking for love,
but all that people want is a peak,
and all she gets is mud,
behind her sunken eyes we can see,
a dam that will soon flood,
she kept it hidden long enough to water every shrub.
Everyone you knew has been abandoned,
They didn't last long on their own,
the prizes they always branded,
are gone its like they never were owned,
and even when the memory returns,
they'll just be a name on a stone.
And the people worth more than others are now just dirt and dirt alone.
Gandhi was walking his rat,
and he handed him a flower,
he said there you go Mr. diplomat,
but don't get drunk with the power,
and even with all of the things he yelled ,
the rat jumped off of the tower.
And we are now left to determine what to do in our last hour.
The ****** was again, alone,
with the memories of his father,
who was famous for many different tones,
he played while on his swather,
and he knows deep down he killed his pa,
there no excuse for hes a doctor,
and know he has to be punished so he kidnapped his own toddler.
The sideshows are all empty,
the freaks have all gone home,
the first to die are the the yetis,
the first to live are made from foam,
we remember this but forget the rest,
if we must we will build catacombs,
but be careful if you don't comply with them they'll take you up into their domes.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 12:36 AM UTC
Sanity runs parallel to the immense incongruity of life,
We warship hallucinations while **** the illusive reality,
Whatever’s left is a yester year’s fairy-tale.
We tell our stories in second person narrative because
We sleep round the clock, chipping in rationality,
Consciousness overdosed, passion ridiculed.
When your silence sounds louder than the screams,
Broken like misinterpreted sign, lonely like a grim grimace,
Our paths diverge, converge if they may,
For mystery is what our answers glorify while bittersweet memories live on.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
because no one knew its name
a flower was given to me as a challenge,
so ugly like it belonged in a Barbie doll's hair
or a as a gift for a priest, it deserved to be smashed against a warship
or stuck in a coca-cola bottle;
it had petals that didn't coat the soul
it smelled of an office and didn't have a name;
when evening arrived everyone wanted to leave without knowing it,
I stopped to look at it and recalled the rebelliousness of Pizarnik
but I became bored before pulverizing my eyes
and for that reason I simply called it :
Cataplum
and without wanting to I ended the world.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
you seem to be one of the only things on my mind,
all of the time.
I remember lying there in your arms
You were telling me lifes stories about the sunken warship and the storms.
I remember looking into your eyes
I felt your warmth, and you saw the tears I cried from the defeat of many tries.
I remember what your skin felt like against mine,
That night marks one of the best in my life,
Even though it was special I knew it was our end.
I will never forget your lips against my skin
I still feel the adrenaline from when I sneaked in.
oh this place wasn't safe, but I needed to be with you.
one last night.
one last look.
one last kiss, before you leave with pieces of my heart in your collection of lost dreams.
the ones you keep in a jar.
Before you left with your forgotten dreams,
I needed you to be with me
one last night, one last look of the light in your eyes.
This is my goodbye.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Flattered by their gaze
Fueled by a drunken summer daze
You think yourself a wonder
For young men to ponder
You believe yourself unique
The first to ever catch his eye
Love at first sight
More in love with the idea of his adoration than him
He more in love with the thrill of the chase than the catch
The newness of your union fades
And his eyes begin to graze
The adoration that fueled you
Now consumes you
Desperate to be worshiped
You arm your warship
Prepared to take your self-esteem back
He never had it
You try to leave on a whim,
To chase another him
But you’ve become a piece of his pride
A status symbol
He screams in your face
Tells you that you’re nothing
His eyes filled with craze
He pushes you
At the bottom of the stairs
You can still feel the stares
Of the boys you thought adored you
Boys who could have loved you
Were you always meant to be a trophy?
To increase the ego of any man that owned you
He rushes down, to see what he has done.
You feel more shame than pain.
You and he
For the first time see
The flaw in your union
It was merely an illusion
You thought obsession
Desperation
And lust
Were a must
Foolish Girl
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
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
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 2:04 PM UTC