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Details | Quintain (English) | |

Stormy Sea

I watch a coral glow of sky
and see it mirrored by the sea;
I wish for eagle wings to fly -
away from you, away from me,
away from what has come to be.

The sun ship rode pale aqua waves
the first day that I saw your face;
today take back the love you gave,
free me from your black embrace,
these bitter memories efface.

You bade me sail your golden sea
by rays of morning sun inflamed,
your burning passion scorching me;
your stellar love boldly proclaimed
has left me broken and ashamed.

Your sea turned dark and stormy,
I tossed upon a violent gray;
with sea urchin spines thorny,
you goaded me to sail your way
and left my heart in disarray.

I long to skim the sky,
leave behind your misery;
I long for eagle wings to fly -
away from you, away from me,
away from what has come to be.

August 15, 2015

Copyright © Faye Gibson

Details | Couplet | |

The Life For Me

 Snapping and cracking and whipping we sail.
 Sneaking and creaking and sinking t' hell.
 Black flies our banner, black as our souls,
 Black as a storm dashing ships on the shoals!

 Fear us and flee us, yea, run if ye can.
 Or face us and fight us down t' the last man.
 Black flies our banner, blacker than coal,
 Black as death's cowl, we'll swallow ye whole!

 Blasting and bursting and bombing we fire.
 Bleeding and weeping and wailing yer dire.
 Black flies our banner, and Roger so jolly
 Shall be fer yer tombstone, a mark o' yer folly!

 Yea, we own the water, the wind and the waves.
 These oceans t' ye shall be watery graves.
 Black flies our banner, black as our souls,
 We are the storm dashing ships on the shoals!

Copyright © The Grahamburglar

Details | Couplet | |

Sea Wolves

Searchin' the waves for sight of a sail. 
Throwin' back hearty tankards of ale. 
" Sails to port, " the lookout did call. 
So excited was he that he nearly did fall. 
Closin' in on the prey excitement grows. 
In less than an hour we'll come to blows. 
Ocean spray feels good on my face. 
Closer and closer we're winnin' the race. 
" Weapons in hand, " I cry from the poop. 
My wolves get ready as we near the sloop. 
The vessel did gleam, she's a true beauty. 
My blood is boilin' for my pirates booty. 
" At her lads, " I yell through a death grin. 
We swarmed so fast the fight did barely begin. 
The fight was swift but it was bloody. 
After spyin' the treasure I knew we'd been lucky. 
Out of the chest gold spilled to the deck. 
Loot her and burn her, we'll sink this wreck. 
Back to our ship we take our loot. 
Survivors on the plank their gettin' the boot. 
Twas just another day in a pirates life. 
You've got to be quick and sharp as a knife.

Copyright © Scott Williams

Details | I do not know? | |

Swamp in the Sea

When your turn to fear us
Oh, how it descends

Just another day
To save these scars
How can I remedy
What’s way too far

It’s just a melody
So keep it strong

I just don’t know
Why everything has to go away
How do I stay
If there’s nothing more I can do

A rain ago
Too late to go

Dreary are the boats I sail
Lonely is the boat I am
Knocking, slamming into me
How can I worry, how can I be

Take a drive
Stay alive

They come fiercer in the night
Always knowing with running might
We can’t escape the flames now cast
We’re running from mistakes of past

Keep it simple
Stay nimble 

Can you win the war
If you chase your own tail
Try not to overthink it
That’s the secret

Copyright © John Paluszek

Details | Narrative | |

Into A Dark Raging Storm, Tempest And Hail

Into A Dark Raging Storm, Tempest And Hail

Into a dark raging storm, tempest and hail
alas, sadly all was to be to no avail.
Twelve pounders broke loose crashing about
some over the wind praying in a shout.

Prisoners chained below all in great fear
great many had shed a tortured tear.
Captured when their frigate this enemy sank
praying for their life and safe bank.

Thunder rolled and invisible hammers pound
every loud creak an ominous sound.
That morn crew had blessed the arrowy sun
and good lord for all he had done.

Now hit by waves capable of breaking stone
each man felt terror and all alone.
Moment came when ship was tossed up high
and each one saw his life pass by.

Next splashing water and cursing the sea
survivors and no ship could they see.
Down it had went with prisoners in chains
sea graveyard dead,no longer in pain.

Found one life boat still there and afloat
six sailors climbed aboard the boat.
Storm had calmed enough for them to see
they may yet hold kids on their knee.

No longer daring to swear and deeply curse
thanks gave having survived the worse.
No time to mourn the stormy sea taken dead
each prayed to a merciful God instead!

Robert J. Lindley, 10-21-2015


(1.) "frigate"-
A frigate /'fr?g?t/ is any of several types of warship, the term having been used for ships of various sizes and roles over the last few centuries. In the 17th century, this term was used for any warship built for speed and maneuverability, the description often used being "frigate-built"

 (2.)" Twelve pounder"

Twelve pounder:
The twelve-pound cannon is a cannon that fires twelve-pound projectiles
 from its barrel, as well as grapeshot, chainshot, shrapnel, and later
 shells and canister shot.[1] It was first used during the Tudor 
period[2] and was commonly used during the Napoleonic Wars, 1799-1815.
 At this time 12 lbers were largest caliber of long-barreled field 
pieces, and were used both at long range against fortifications and 
troop concentrations using round shot and against attacking infantry 
and cavalry using canister shot. As such the 12 lber was a favorite 
weapon of the Grande Armée. Later, redesigned 12 lbs were named after
 Napoleon III and found heavy use during the American Civil War.
12-pounders were also carried on naval vessels of various sizes. 
Unlike their land based cousins, such weapons were considered light
 by naval standards. They formed the main armament of smaller frigates,
 and were used on the upper decks of larger vessels, where their 
relatively lighter weight would not be a problem. They were commonly 
found on the quarterdeck of British Ships of the line like HMS Victory 
though their main weapons were the larger 24 and 32 pound cannon, 
capable of shattering the hulls of enemy warships and killing the gun
 crews with a deadly shower of splinters.[3]

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Haiku | |


Tattoos and whiskey
Cigarette marks on her skin
Footprints on sand.

Copyright © Amrita Jha