Best Arr Poems
Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the mizzen and the stays
as we set off for some murder and some theft.
You'll find us as your hosts on the sunny Barbary Coast
and from there we venture forth to ply our trade
we've been out leaving them for dead from the Atlantic to the Med
before we skittle off back home our fortunes made
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
As I previously stated we all get inebriated
from our copious imbibing of the grog
our excuse is there's no Cola in the bars of Hispaniola
which is why we need the hair of the dog
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Got a woman in Bermuda and another in Tortuga
and they give me lots of lovin' for some coins
and although they're very foxy they're just both a pair of doxies
which I'm sure explains the rash around me groin
With a yo-ho-ho and a barrel of grog
and an arrr and some other cliches
table leg for a thigh and a patch on me eye
as a Pirate I will end my days
Now we're really no buffoons when it comes down to doubloons
and our treasure chests are burstin' at the seams
then old Blackbeard started spouting about doing our accounting
so I said (before I shot him) 'in your dreams'
(ye chorus)
As we skirmish the Atlantic I was starting to get frantic
since the one thing on my voyage I've always feared
is the men who've not been coming for a while across some women
have all started wearing lipstick, which is weird
(arr, the chorus again)
Well it's reached that point me hearties where we anchor down and party
so me shipmates here on board I'd like to thank
though the mix of food and beer has now given me diarrhea
which is why I've made our cook just walk the plank
(for thee last time, chorus, arrrr)
September 17th 2015, 'A pirate's life for me' contest, sponsor Kelly Deschler
(Author's note- there are several spellings of diarrhea, but it doesn't matter, they all have 'arr' in 'em, me hearties)
Categories:
arr, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Aye and ’tis a bonnie glen
And for us the Laird’s enclave
Dinna fush the soldiers’ menace
‘Tis this moment that He gave.
And we gaither ‘neath the stars
And we tak the wine and bread
And we cleave with benediction
To each Word arr Saviour said.
This is Church
Mind not the dampness
And the laing hike to and fro’
For the Pastor of our choosin’
Meets us here, and helps us grow.
Though he lives just like an ootcast
With a price upon his head
He can still preach Heaven doon t’us
And we treasure all he said.
Sure ’tis hard times we endure
For the One King of our Kirk
Jesus, here, atop this hillside
And His glorious finished work.
And a lark flits kindly by us
And a sheep bleats out content
And we learn through sterling sufferin’
What the hunted Psalmist meant.
Hebrews 11: 38
(well spoken of the Scottish Covenanters of the mid 1600's)
Categories:
arr, christian, history,
Form:
Pastoral
Hermes broke his Father (Zeus) and Mother’s (Maia) heart
when he intervened upon seeing a green eyed blonde woman
of Celtic origin, on her way to the afterlife, breaking all the rules,
displeasing Hades whom showered his own desires upon her,
before forcing Zeus to adhered to protocol.
These are Hermes own words as if he had lived in the 21st century
As I dream upon this broken wave, like my life turning so sad, I miss the one and only Holy Grail, the one I loved and I had, like the sunrise it was, my body next to hers, yes renewed every single day, my age to be at last not deemed so bad. I'll never be able to match with words the moments I cherished with her, only I remember those lips that sparkled in return, and her love given to one starved for oh so long.
a light from the north
the claw of hades doth chain
love the only key
Oh yes her drive is mine ... together we would rock and we would roll, she says never, we would grow to hate us, had that been our role. But I’m a fighter believe in what is right, and this my long legged blonde, and I, in flight from my father’s wrath, love each other so much, a match on earth and when I released my love inside, it felt oh so right.... I will die a mortal, and she my secret, no guilt have I, no religion to stuff me up. Now I have known a human goddess from the north, her eyes those of the midnight sky, something so special so unique. She'll never have to worry about life upon this earth, she made her mark in more ways than one, life to two, arr, yet no, and life to three the other is me
our time together
brief upon the sunlit earth
underworld awaits
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Categories:
arr, death, destiny, love,
Form:
Haibun
I am not normal no one is ..
Far inside the feeling exists
Round and round I go over it
Where is it ?
It ceiced to be .. no bell ring
Engraved set thoughts to be
implicated into eachother
As they continue no matter
Links are made and i batter
Which arr the myths which are the truths ..
How bitter ... i may feel if I declare a myth from a glare
Acquire wits
Accelerated emotions ..
Bewildered if not listened
Obvious is already known
Feel so deep I hate to repeat ..
Perception is quick
Subconscious level is real ..
l
Converse and express
The emotions deflection..
With enthusiastic rhythm of convention..
Expecting returned mutual appreciation..
No recess
Just distress
thoughts are making
me feel lovely but also unordered. .. uterly groundless and bounded ..
My heart entangles
My thoughts hurt me , and its like subconcious bullets.. running through my neutral paths...
At last ... its hard maybe its better if you love your simple life , i am not like that ..
If you are me ,then you're welcome to engage and feel the words I now set free ..
Categories:
arr, confusion, identity, me, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Run Aground
Arr, Matey! Me ship has run aground,
In this shallow world, I search for character, but none to be found.
Through me spyglass, a foggy, distant world, unclear,
This incessant devil bird squawking in me ear.
A chest full of silver, gold, and jewels galore,
But what I treasure most is a love forevermore.
Categories:
arr, dark, desire, emotions, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
SEX AND POLITICS IN JAPAN
(Voting in Japan has an altogether different flavor
In this interview with a senior politician)
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
So you rike to chat about democlacy with Japanese poriticians?
Yes, it’s election time again, ballot sheets, etc . . .I sez,
When was the last time you had a really big election?
Well, sez he, just aftel I woke up today, it was huge.
No, no, sez I, I mean where you make a mark on your sheet
I undelstand, he sez, yes I make definite malk on sheet
No, no, Japan has the biggest democratic election in East Asia
Yes, he sez, my election is massive and admiled by arr, especiarry women
And getting people to vote. . . is it hard? Will they come to the voting booths?
Of coulse it’s hald you foor, and it’s easy to make them come,
Booths, no booths. . . what's the diffelence?
So election time in Japan is always a success?
Celtainry, it’s arways a success when it’s my election
Domarigato, sir.
Categories:
arr, funny, time, time,
Form:
Light Verse
Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.
Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land,
aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band,
Help tho' is niver sae far away,
life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey.
Yer mair important than yea think,
mair important than oanything that's gone extinct.
Withoot you an' aw yer like kind.
this wurld wid be in a massive bind.
So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look,
yer really a giant in oany history book.
Since the beginning, you have been there to provide,
so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide.
Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken,
yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's.
Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin.
fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin.
Dayin' yer very very important job,
so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob.
Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great,
yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate.
Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life,
withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife.
Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here,
so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer.
Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake,
Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take.
Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing,
cos great nourishing life you duly bring.
Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much,
miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch.
But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have,
yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf.
Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing,
wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring.
Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band,
wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand.
Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing,
yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring.
Feed the masses aw aroon the world,
let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled.
Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing,
but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring.
Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class,
nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass.
The Auld Yin.
Categories:
arr, nature, life,
Form:
Quatrain
We'll miss you but hope to join you someday in eternity
Passing too soon like uncle Bobby and father John
You stood strong in the face of your family's tragedies
I remember a little soldier saluting our fallen leader so dear
Then our Prince of Camelot inspiring many with hope
Now I'm sharing your family's pain but glad you were here
Stunned by your loss as your bravery helps me cope
When you were just a toddler I myself was just a child
Seeing you play under your daddy's desk bringing innocence to the White
House
Your mother raised you well blessing you with manners so mild
I cried when your father died now comforted you are with him forever and
your spouse
My dad personally knew your dad as President and friend and in this fact I am
proud
This boy of the sixties feels forever tied to your family
You'll always be special to me personally not just another face in the crowd
Look forward to seeing you again someday John Jr. in our Lord's home so
heavenly.
Note: It is the 15th anniversary of my friend John's death in a tragic plane crash, I am missing you so much John - John.
Love, Robert
Copyright 1999 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, dedication, eulogy, friend, miss
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
He placed me there tumbling around with his never change,
If darkness is evil it lies in this satin pit of his suit.
Seeing light at top yet so slippery is slope I can't climb,
Will he let me wallow here till who knows how damned long?
I do fear that hand which has held Hell in its very palm,
Reaching deep into those depths of greed to maybe find me.
His body heat alone has me sweating inside this cloth trap,
Should he sit down I may be smothered within these walls.
Or worse what if I've been actually placed in back pocket?
Crushed beneath the biggest ass of all recorded history?
Maybe I should give credit before that as he might save me?
As dime from Great Depression he may spare one for brother?
Believing not in you still you walk in halls of Congress;
Just yesterday I heard muffled talk from my shark skin trap,
Could have sworn it was you talking to one called President.
Where will it all end and I'm sure you do know final answer.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, imagery, metaphor, satire, word
Form:
Free verse
My cousin chaos,
is very much like me.
My cousin chaos,
can
do bad things, you see?
He wr
eaks havoc among people,
packs, cl
an s and prides.
He taught me how to do so, too,
and s o
I do, rig
ht by his side.
We conf use, scare, and blind,
the results are always funny.
Call us
if you need trouble,
But be warned: We arr
not s
unny.
We can kill if we want,
we don't think of it as a sin.
We are bloodt
hirsty,
and that's how it's been.
My cousi
n chaos,
is ve ry much like me.
My cousin cha
os,
can do bad things, you see?
I did one of the poems where four lines make a stanza. It's ABCB for the rhyme scheme.
Categories:
arr, conflict, confusion, corruption, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Faith is love taking
The form of aspiration.
While Trust is
The witnessing of
Its intended manifestation.
For a gallant spirit
There can never be defeat.
When the battle is tough
The victory is often sweet.
Give light
And people will
Find the way.
Illumination like the sun
Transforms the night
To day.
God always
Gives His best
To those who leave
The choice with him.
It's hard to
Pass the test
Without Him
On the team.
God sleeps
In the minerals,
Awakens in plants,
Walks in animals,
And thinks in man.
Therein lies the
Magnificense Of His
Awesome, divine plan.
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Twin Wisdom Poetry for *Ibeji
(copyright: 27Mar1-ARR)
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Categories:
arr, hope, inspirational, life, recovery
Form:
Pastoral
Here Lies Veterans Administration Washington D.C. 2014
This government bureau and its chief secretary Shisenki refusing responsibility.
40 Arizona veterans died while on shameful death waiting list.
Chief saying he's "MAD AS HELL", to senate hearing then doing nothing.
Well, Mr. President, its time to fire your VA chief and apologize for this failure.
These brave veterans have been allowed to die needlessly while on your watch.
You need to get a spine and do what it takes to save any more VETS from this horror.
So, Mr. Commander in Chief Obama, please show us you truly are our LEADER.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, death, hero, military, soldier,
Form:
Epitaph
When I Think About
This world my life those lives of every living thing,
I sometimes disdain those commas and mostly those periods.
Something being so final in their brief little dot endings,
I mean why should I stop when my mind keeps running on?
It doesn't pay one damn bit of attention to silly rules,
Flying free within a skull with actually very little room.
So does this mean that paradise might truly be small also?
Now I don't mind tolerating question marks so much.
For me personally they've always opened up new thoughts,
Creating fresh flashes of contemplation never dreamed of.
Only difference between every living thing is quite nothing,
All struggling to survive just long enough to die quickly.
Those explanations always seeming to be there in poems,
Yet they always never appear in any to make their points!
So profound these tiny creatures that words laugh at,
I've lately looked at them as periods with an ********.
Excitement pointed out at the end of just so many words,
Now that is classic expression in a critic's show and tell.
Why can't quotes dance around superlative poetic thoughts?
Just explanation points with hands up in two flying fingers.
Funny how two of these can express such visions of peace,
While just one by itself may well possibly start a war.
Or at least maybe a smaller one between commuting workers,
Raging at those delays that block highways to salt mines.
You may ask if this poet's brain travels many directions,
All at once and at the same time on more than one track?
Yes and the beauty of it is I can and change without injury,
Derailed only by a ringing phone or a knock on my door.
Copyright 2019 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, imagination, inspiration, words, writing,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I keep telling myself,
Love will soon embrace us all everyone,
That hatred is only a fire doomed to burn out,
Those waterfalls of compassion dousing any doubts,
To dream this is the imagination that wakes me,
In a night which falls on hopes of good mornings,
If I asked you to hold me, would you?
This brother that loves you as I should do,
To be better than any other only lessens me,
Oh the thoughts that have taught wisdom so painfully,
Simply to think of it humbles this man so,
The beauty of people which have killed the ugliness,
Please allow me to climb with you to whatever destiny awaits,
My hand reaches out to grasp those that will take it,
Anything is possible if we all let it happen,
For if we don't it will surely destroy us.
© 2015 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, angst, bible,
Form:
Narrative
I might probably write some of my very best poems,
No time to stall and very little left for writer's block.
If my entire lifetime does flash before me in seconds,
Would not an hour be enough to complete final manuscript?
Living within that bubble I now see a slowness so casual,
Not thinking within each breath having been so wasteful.
Oh all that valuable gold laced oxygen I did truly expire,
Shining now on this freezing cold air morning of departure.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Categories:
arr, death, life, lonely,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue