If invited on ‘Titanic 2’ for trip, have no drunk illusions.
Have an eye over the captain; glory grabs the senses;
if stimulated by passengers he might fool the engines.
Look out the wireless operator; the aristocrats seize
his focus, attract him with bribes to send messages
in America “we arrive soon, everything goes perfect”.
The iceberg yawns. Come over the bridge, see its teeth,
run now to save yourself. Waters pervade from all sides.
You hear? The horns of alert shout seven times. Like then.
Did the engine-stoker escape? Where? The door is open
but only the passengers of luxury ship-rooms may pass;
not enough lifeboats for the ignored class of poor folks.
Five to ten bullets against them suffice to impose order;
Invite generous Sir Cosmo to enter the lifeboat with
his secretary, partners; his wife - if there is more space.
History cultivates errors sowing wrongly planted seeds.
Wake up, let their second lie be sunk with its illuminations,
while the paid orchestra plays their final entertainment.
Come to your senses, fall in the ocean of your truth.
Keep swimming; Nafsika will find you half-choked,
her hands will save you; so hope is there and exists.
© JosephJosephides
You carry great words with a challenge within this poem. Very well crafted. Excellent verse! ...Give you 10! give you more if I could. Best wishes Suzan Gumush
Hi Joseph, this is an interesting poem, although I cant see why you have dedicated it to me? unless I am a sinking ship? Maybe you are dedicating it to all the girls! HA! much love, Catie :)
Great composition from a great poet of ISP! Kudos to you Mr. Joseph Josephides!
Dear Joseph, History teaches us all a lesson. The Titanic episode is heart-rending and will ever remain so. I could gauge the sadness in you over the happening long years ago and your innate feelings to avert it for ever in your verse on Titanic number 2. Very well captured! How you in Cyprus and I in India, think alike! In one of my poems titled ' Pre-determined ' I had menioned about Titanic. Regards,
History gives birth to errors from error seed. Wake up, and let their second lie be sunk with its illuminations, with the orchestra that was paid to offer amusement. Come to yourself, fall in the ocean of your own truth. Keep on swimming. Found half-choked, you are saved but only in the hands of juvenile Nafsika; hope still exists. I Can't Find the words to say How much i loved these Lines Simple Great If everyone Dug their inner souls and searched for their own truth our World will be Purified From the lise and Deceits
This poem is nice as it sounds interesting. The way you expressed yourself is nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The denizens of steerage shall always 'go down with the ship'Very thought provoking, (and challenging) , writing.