The Harbor
The harbor is a poem with the combination of fiction and reality .The fictitious part about the harbor is that the wind travels to various harbor and takes us to the different time zone (from 21st century to 16th century). The real part is the story of the Anglo-Spanish (Armada) Water battle. One of the largest naval war in the history.. as a reader i admire history, art & literature and always tried to interpret those old fact with my fictions, in this poem i tried out. the sorrow of the warriors, the orthodox faith of King Philip II and his failure, British intelligence in the water battle, Chronicles of sea life and pathos of marine life due to naval fleet, building a good and peaceful nation .. Hope you all will like it..!
with love and solemn respect
Raam
~21st century~
A cold wind begins to blow
my thoughts commence to flow
the voyage across the mighty ocean
it touched every harbor with the emotion
there is something in the air
as the darkness Creeps
heard someone weeps
story that brings me to powerful tear
I keep walking while there’s no glare
sitting nigh the esoteric sea
wind whisper in a low key
odor of the air was freaky
waves crashing down with a curl (whirlpool )
took me to the another world
traveled through the time
to watch out for new mime
from drop to drop I climb
then entered the distinct sky
hired by time for kind of spy
for few pictures that I need to eye
battle alarmed by the grind
narrated the stories of the mankind
~16th century~
I glanced from the welkin
harbor looked twist and spin
the sailors were ready for the skin
Armada departed from Spain
with ammo and red wine
traversed up the channel with fain
to expand Philip’s domain
reef ain’t enough to liven
searched for new horizon
to spread creed and seldom (Catholic/Protestant)
espy the ship at United Kingdom (spot on)
I stood my jaws agape
when they moved in a crescent shape (warship)
so that foes can never escapes
ugly thoughts dominated the sea landscape
cometh my query?
world’s then largest naval fleet?
pounds and tons thy need to carry
a vehement storm thy hath to meet
I seizeth thy cold heart bravery
funeral that thou family will greet
I seizeth legitimate butchery
voyage seemed dead scary
had faith on the Captain cheat
thy leader vowed for rice and Wheat
even though they smiled neat
brutal death they can not beat
the agony of every youth
filled with lots of Ruth
reflection of shadow truth
feed thy life until lives in earth
thy battle beyond narrow path
ought to cross every wrath
thou die for two piece of bread
rumor that widely spread
an uncouth soldier’s threat
its was the fest of storm
lest of lightning ain’t calm
their gesture striking face with palm
English men wanted Spanish gory
to seek mammoth glory
“as an earth born living ain’t enough
an earth born shalt hath faith in his mind”
all possible way thy shalt find
played deception with thou minds
after all mind is snare of every delusion
Spanish escaped from Plymouth
they faced chase up the channel
via North Sea they reached port of Calais
Spanish Captain decided to dismantle
I climb down from dark rain cloud
to watch out for battle ship crowd
dived into marine with head unbowed
~Chronicles of sea life~
Tidal waves narrates thither tale
O’ thither await
the chronicles of whale
unfortunate it was disastrous fate
Fred searching for veil
bisected by the stern boat
as the hell burner sail
turned her face when she saw him float
all stunned when they saw him impale
Captain Howled
Oh yeah…! we scattered the mighty Armada
marine world mourned
awe thy princess “pity” Andromeda (mermaid named after Greek goddess)
hell fire move inside the ocean
as oil and ammo gave fire commotion
blue trench turned into red
burner ruined marine’s royal wed
fishes quenched the water with tears shed
reminded them the life of Fred
~Andromeda’s grievance~
hailing the king of Brave
now they weeping at watery grave
he stopped the all coastal storm that rave
taught everyone to how to behave
he killed traitors and knave
holding hands right with left of his
there we swam said the princess
oh Lord! let me sink in the sorrow
let me shrink now I feel narrow (solitary)
“I burnt myself in your flame of spark
canst not think of any other shark”
this mighty Solider deserves more respect than those who fought with gun
this pity warrior Shalt have gotten his last fight which was undone
this gritty merman knelt afore and ugly death won
time waves showed me history of clashes
I said good bye to thither ashes
~Rise from the Whirlpool~
I climbed up from the red sea
came back from marine funeral
yeah canst breath my world order
not anymore that blood odor
that I witnessed the era of love and Blood
now standing at the harbor’s mud
experienced the life after flash flood
new hope kissed me with new bud
said need remedy for old Crud
they died in epic annihilation
we still alive on their heroic blood donation (sacrifice)
ought to make a monolithic foundation
work hard sweat out for the gigantic nation
world will give astronomic standing ovation
that would be fantastic touch of sensation…!
beginning that would mark the new era of determination