Vince Suzadail Jr. Poet Couplet

Old Pirate

I dream of the past and days on the high seas
With no one to answer to and no one to please
Yearning for the freedom that I once knew
With the sails set and a sea of blue
Dream of the islands and her beautiful eyes
For the taste of her lips my heart still cries
Once a pirate who sailed with the wind
Now only memories that I rescind
I look at the past in the afterglow
Wondering where does an old pirate go
Time has carved deeply the lines on my face
Settling down feels so out of place
Longing to return to that tropical lagoon
Where I once held her beneath a Caribbean moon
Young brash and arrogant, I sailed away
Never said good bye, I still see her each day
My heart beats a tune that has me undone
Until the day I sail toward that tropical sun
Thinking back and missing her so
Wondering where does an old pirate go.

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Keith Bickerstaffe July 2, 2012 at 12:10 AM '...time has carved deeply the lines on my face,' super line! Another fond reminiscence for you, I'm sure.

Chuck Novotny March 31, 2012 at 12:22 AM As an old sailor (a pirate approaching 60, to paraphrase Mr. Buffett) who dreams of the days of privateering, I love what you've done with lore and ideal. - Chuck

Robert Pettit February 2, 2012 at 1:29 PM Pirates were wanted criminals, and rewards for bringing them in were often for dead or alive. I don't believe any of them reached the point of becoming "old". You have written this well with some good appropriate rhyming.

Joe Maverick January 12, 2012 at 12:34 AM Enjoyed the "old pirate piece" Vince they are quite interesting people...) do you know that they were quite a democratic...! (i mean in a genuine sense) before you draw conclusions with other "democracy's" (ha ha)

Poet Destroyer A November 24, 2011 at 12:52 AM vince, ;-) stopping by to wish you and everyone a happy THANKSGIVING! ENJOYED YOUR POEM,, `" Have yourself a wonderful and lovely holiday. God Bless,.. p.d.

Trudy Diane Rider November 18, 2011 at 10:48 PM Puts me in mind of a Jimmy Buffet tune... "yes I am a pirate, 200 yrs too late..the cannons don't thunder there's nothing to plunder I'm an over 40 victim of fate, arriving too late..." Love them old pirates though...great poem Vince! ~Trudy~

Wanda Ridley November 13, 2011 at 1:10 AM Wonderfully written. I love this poem.

Ravindra K Kapoor November 8, 2011 at 8:09 AM Extremely beautiful lines sketching the horizons of the vast sea, which ultimately leaves only dark lines on the face of time. But it always keep splashing it's high waves in our mind and heart like the touching lines you have penned here,' Dream of the islands and her beautiful eyes, For the taste of her lips my heart still cries'. This poem is more than beautiful my friend. Thank you for your kind comments on my featured Poem of last week. Love and best wishes...Ravindra..V Vince Jr