Mary Rose From 'Solvent'

Mary Rose has been found!

King Henry VIII
Wikipedia 

Sunken warship built in 1545.

Wreck found in Solent sound.

King Henry VIII, his connive

Tudor prize, rose from deep, 1982.

Surprise, can she be revived!

Hull rose to the surface on cue!

19,000 artifacts have survived!

Master Carpenters Cabin, sight to behold!

Hammers, ruler, caulking, planes, file.

Millionaire fortune seemingly two-fold.

Conservators take decades to compile.

Mary Rose above water 1082
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Ink pots of cow horn, nibs covered in ink, too

Cannons, cannon balls in many a barrel.

Seaman’s chests, intact for Mary Rose to,

sail a 3 inch wooden ball, a ‘parrel’.

Tool holders, wet stones, all foretell so.

Acquainted with you, we know a sure bet.

Well kept, is what we grasp, all this was below,

Box wood comb, razor, mirror, manicure set.

80 boxwood combs were recovered.

Aboard the Mary Rose, a clean crew.

Even your dog, a ratter, uncovered,

On whole ship, only one rat. A clue, 

Hatch, is the name for him. He was a good

Ratter dog, trapped in the hatchway!

Ship, cargo, ratter, and one rat!  All stood!

Preserved, conservation is underway!

Sharon Rose Thomas ©2011

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Citations:

Mary Rose: Tudor Warship in United Kingdom built between 1509 and 1511 sank accidently of Portsmouth harbor in 1545. She is now on display.  The Mary Rose was raised 10/11/1982. They are sealing the ship in special coating to conserve her for the future. They expect to display the hull of this ship in mid 2012. The 15^th century ship is located in Portsmouth, England. Even Prince Charles was diving to assist in the dives and was President of The Mary Rose Trust in 1979. It has taken many years to salvage this ship and more dives are expected in the future to retrieve her bow. Most of this ship was buried in thick clay, which assisted in her preservation. http://www.maryrose.org/index.html for museum information.

Solent: Battle of the Solent in 1545.

Tudor: name for 15^th century era.

Risen From Breach Inlet

H L Hunley risen from the grave!

H L Hunley Recovery in 2000

You are the first one forever,

layered in rust, silt and sand

shells and sediment preserving.

Entombed in you a missing  crew, more

than hundred years you kept your secrets!

First ever to sink a ship, in wartime

‘USS Housatonic’ was her name, with

five of her crew and nine of your own!

To a peaceful rest, full Confederate honor.

rests the nine, tens of thousands in audience

safe in Magnolia Cemetery are all crews. 

Thrice you sank, even your creator!

Still your mission, now complete, your

Conservatory in Charleston, H L Hunley,

national treasure, risen from the grave!

her contents for all to share, Breach Inlet

Sullivan’s Island are all still there.

Queenie’s golden ‘life preserver’ found!

A true life legend, love charm is sound.

   

Citations:

Naval History and Heritage  command

Photos from US Navy Public Domain

http://www.history.navy.mil/photos/sh-us-cs/csa-sh/csash-hl/hunley-s.htm

Cinquain

The Empty Places

Places no one can fill,

Nothing anyone can say,

Your places, will always be,

Still and quiet, as you see,

Doctors have no pill,

One call of the day,

Our daily time for tea,

No voice now, oh gee,

Living just makes for nil,

Still nothing to play,

Quiet now no glee,

Yours places are even still,

Your places will always be,

The Empty Places.

The Beauty of the Poorest Country

Like many poor in back streets they beg.

Honorably some indeed borrow.
In the countryside a child steals an egg.
The speed of life is extraordinarily slow.

Life in this sundered culture.

Island after island each one with different tones.
Expectations rise with each departure.
In lieu of drawing simple stones.


A camera he shouldered an art enthusiast.
Only one question in this fertile place.
Each island seems so vast.
Can nature keep this pace?


This is a place that bears dreams.
The brunt of creation almost elite.
Only one speck of beauty as this water streams.
One country complete with all lituite.


In the days before Hercules with strength of bulls and mules.
On islands so fertile and green they hunt and gather and glean..
Celebrations are many including Three Kings gifts and yules..
Parades include two small floats only one pulled by machine.


Lands of color and bounty like silk ribbon and linen bolt,
Music and markets in the open air.
Strolling through the land and shops gives senses a jolt.
With great zeal and happiness their environs we share.

The River Speaks

That inner voice of the river speaks,
Waves and waves that peak,
Onward and upward the water rises,
Leaving on it banks many prizes.

Many large trees and huge muddy streaks,
Oaks, maples, pines and even a teak,
Downward and lower the water sensationalizes,
Washing away many surprises.

The sounds soft and in shrieks,
Unsound waves havoc is reek,
Solace is often where He advises,
During the calms and chastise's.

That inner voice of the river speaks,
Quiet pools, waterfalls and creeks,
Listening, peace the inner voice comprises,
Sound thinking the river advises.


One Single Impression

Small River While In Travel

The Flowing Blindfold

Just like the tides,
Ebb and flow,
High and low,
Stormy and calm,
Through life we whined,
Flowing in and out.

Just like the skies,
Headwinds, high and below,
Culminate and billow,
Throwing the palm.
In the dark some pined,
Spinning a waterspout.

The light suddenly signs!
A scarf in wind a blow,
Clouds become slow.
Soothing, as balm.
Live in light entwined,
Growing new palms sprout.

Focus an Enhanced Perspective

Suddenly, turning the corner
Focus, an enhanced perspective
Infinite, moons requite my sleep
Knowing thoughts of love will be lost

Heavens, comfort my aching heart
Suddenly, turning the corner
Round the bend in minds arena
I know forcefully change focus

Focus, moment onto my life
I block all past thoughts and events
Suddenly, turning the corner
Focus, an enhanced perspective

Knowing aloneness brings strength
Mind altering and painful nights
Battle is a sad victory
Suddenly, turning the corner

Matinee Muse Prompt Week 11

What Kind of Friend Are You? What Do You Value?

Usually, I don't worry about an unlikely friendship. I just work on myself and loving others where they are. Knowing that in the right relationships all is well cared for and friendship could never be in the wrong hands.
Now of course I am like a donkey, that's an aside for some. Experience always tells me I am righteous, you know like the surfers used to say. Righteous man! Like in the movies. You can come to this place as you learn that being superficial is useless propaganda to prop yourself up. Get It!
But remember one thing Grandma always said,"You can never prop up a lie!" "And you can never bury it. It just keeps coming at you. Then one lie leads to another and another until finally your perceptions are so seared you don't have truth left in you." No single person is worth starting from scratch. Now a lie in the wrong hands is very dangerous indeed. Lies have cost people homes, wives, just about everything you can think of...even wars. Most basic even friendships. For me not because of the lie cause it was probably true. I don't want to take up my valuable time on anyone who does not realize how valuable time is.
Usually, that friendship wasn't worth having in the first place that's superficial gain. But if a person is so shallow that they believe a lie or think a perception about you or themselves that is so far out there they just plain need help they really are in the wrong hands. Most people like that are very very alone.
To be a friend takes effort, it's like a marriage. Whatever you put into one is what you will get back. Put love, consideration, and service to others you will always have lots of friends. Certainly you must hold water at all costs. What does that mean. Well friends tend to reveal some things to friends that they would normally keep to themselves. Once in awhile you just want to vent. A friend can listen without ever letting a story leave their lips at all. Ahhh! Some you say that's impossible.
All things are possible. Just hold onto that tale and guess what you are friends for life. There is a difference thought though among righteous friends. Nothing matters, regardless of what is said and what people have done in their prior existence as long as we treat each other in love, consideration and service that's all I expect. Anything else is icing on the cake.


Matinee Muse Week 9 Prompt

Materners Mourn With Tears

Prerogatives unworthily bridging the gap
Supremacy destitute dangerous pretense
Reminiscently violent indiscretions

Murderous plagues torment spread
Beyond neglecting dangerous pretense
Floods the nations and earth with tears

Knowledge experience underserved
Love compassion undreamed let go
Understanding empathy emptied

Dying character becomes frozen
Dangerous pretense murderous innocence
Floods the nations and earth with tears

Silence murdering chaining innocent souls
Freedom and love passé undeserving opportunity
Corruption restraining soul’s symptomatic death

Murderous torment spreads mourning
Beyond dangerous pretense supremacy brings
Occurrent worldwide mourning from intolerance
Materners muttering unrestrained crimes

Matinee Muse Week 10 prompt