Best Mutiny Poems
I dedicate this poem to Thomas Cunningham,
who I admire for the tales he tells in poetry form.
MUTINY
I stands at the bow
Proud to lead
I get the first catch
and splash
Pretense while I breathe
as if our lips our sealed together
in this hallowed breeze
The skill of his hands
that masterfully guide
the ship to the seas
My intricate gown
he sees only in his dreams
as he feels the form
underneath
with his intrepid heart
His feet firmly planted
on deck,
this captain of mine,
steers the ship
He must think of the coins
the greed, the gold
under the nose
of his crew
They often smirk
and besmirch his name
under tobacco’d breath
and the stench
of a whore’s perfume
My hair is in disarray,
I dread his fate
under the hallowed moon
The thunder roars
from a shotgun
into the air it soars
In chains, he’s still in charge,
his thoughts for me alarmed
I’m pale and soaked,
the downpour mad
And so am I
My knees bend
My hands fold
My head bound
to see you through
You stand at the brawny depths
where the sirens roar,
where tremendous teeth
and hideous fins
nearly frighten you
I beg for your pardon,
plead for your soul
The head shark
leans in with stain’d fangs
mercilessly mocking,
tearing up the captain
with dead man tales
The compass spins
wildly as the traitor
vehemently describes
the fishbait before his eyes
The treasured bride
asks for a trade
her life for his
The sand sinks her knees
“No, no, Josephine!”
her sisters on her trail
“Take ours, us two,
save both of them!”
The Lord wipes his tears
and takes the dears
into his arms,
safe from the storm
The tables turn
as a sail
slices the air
rebuking the mutiny
and the crew they stare
as their daring
is circled and bit...
one arm, one leg,
one ear at a time
They’ve seen nothing like this
Then their eyes open
A light from the bow
They rub their eyes
but still they see the captain’s bride
She smiles like the crystal sea
She waves and disappears
The crew drops their gear,
unties the captain,
begs mercy,
unless they go down with the ship!
10/10/2020
Unmetered narrative
Sifting through blood & marrow
Excavating remnants of my heart
Trying to piece together
The reason for my treason
Nervously sitting upon the judgment seat
Twiddling my guilt away
Beads of blood mix with perspiration
As the adversary begins to interrogate
No amount of negotiation
Can save me from my sins
No amount of apologies
Can erase the pain I've inflicted
Upon so many innocent souls
Time soon reveals herself my enemy
Laying accusation before the jury
Needless sorrow floods the heart
Regret pierces sun dried skin
Cutting sharper than any blade can cut
Frustration finds itself within the constraints of my mind
Leaving me to wallow in mutiny
Before my wake.
Mutiny Of The Mind
Did You Eva Stop to Think
What about tomorrow
What is really on the other-side of today?
Should I force myself to go along
When my insides tell me, things are wrong.?
Did You Eva Stop to Think
Could my life had gone a different way,
If I’d chosen a different route?
I think I could have took another stance
Against injustices and Brutality.
One day I thought, and realized
My thoughts were never really my own
That day I vowed to think my thoughts
Speak my words, in my own tone;
Stop and think while being alone.
I will Listen to that still small voice;
That will guide me to that perfect light.
If I Ignore my deep-down gut
My inner-voice, will yank my heart
I really had to stop and
think - What about eternity.
did you ever stop to think,
what about forever.?
Not religion nor popular opinions
Nor culture or traditions
Neither the number of votes,
Nor the amount temptations wealth.
Can ever again make me feel right
About doubting myself.
Did you ever stop to think;
That people who cause mind mutiny;
Mind your business well.
As if they have you under scrutiny,
And want you beneath their spell.
Did you ever stop to think?
Your life requires your participation.
Without participating in your own life
Where then will your soul go.?
Flesh rots: Hearts keep records,
Bones slowly decay and sink.
Before the soul flies away...
A hue-man can always change his ways;
Man, must secure himself against negativity.
Before he reaches the brink.
If only, he meditates awhile and
Seriously stops and thinks.!
© Vicki Acquah,
MUTINY ON THE SPANISH MAIN
Avast ye scum, ye've backed me to the wall
and evil's all I see there in yer eyes;
but I won't hesitate to meet the call
to fight if I must fight, so realize
that what yer comin to is yer own choice
to spend the rest of life, because of me,
just swingin in the wind, if I've a voice
the king will listen to, tho dead I be.
Altho a tyrant, he still makes yer way
and feeds the whores you want so much to see
so let's remember where we are today
so's we can get to where we want to be.
Lay down yer arms, ye've got a Judas here,
and he's the greatest thing ye've got to fear.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
Lived eight years in a retirement community
Best eight years, so thankful for the opportunity
Elderly ladies clamoured around me
Best looking oldster they ever did see
Had to beat them off with a stick to avoid a mutiny
H M S Bounty
harsh sadistic Captain Bligh. . .
Fletcher's restraint breaks
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
The Ancient mutiny of the Twain
In the beginning were both made
To dwell in unison and not to trade
You abode with each other in Eden
And never was anyone a burden.
The Author made one with the soiling sand
Molding him beautifully like he had been caned
So there he laid breathlessly dead
Until the creator’s speech you fed.
And then you arouse, man and woman;
He made you to guard the earth like a foreman
Visiting you day and night
Until the day your lust took you to flight.
Then I recall the commencement of the ancient mutiny of the twain
The flesh against the spirit intertwine
The world; since then the flesh held in bondage
The other kept it from all damage.
The flesh waging a wailing war at the spirit
To eternally take man to hades to seal it
Till the ‘Spinner of life’ sent Love
To the earth He had given man ancient to have.
Love paid the price to set the epithelium free
By then both had been divided like the walls of the red sea
Only death on the shrub could breech the gab
And no one, man could love than the creator’s flab.
Love fought until he shouted ‘it is finished!’
Man since then could never be tarnished
Eden’s emancipation had been regenerated
And humanity had been totally consecrated.
And yet there stood the flesh and the spirit
The impact of man’s fall could not tell it
For since then the ancient mutiny of the twine still persist
And I, am left with the spirit to steadfastly resist.
Rebellion against Things that God detests, can be seen as Mutiny.
The gathering of things from Greed, is noted to be a bounty.
Accumulating anything from all around is Greed.
This accumulation does not make the greedy Freed!
Everything that the eye catches in another's Space,
Cause greedy ones to pick up the Pace.
Saying in mind: "I want that, I must have that, I'll just have those,"
May lead to nowhere but satan's pit!
Thus you see, Rebellion against God's detestations,
Can be the agonizing ACT of wrong manifestations!
Lived eight years in a retirement community
Best eight years, so thankful for the opportunity
Elderly ladies clamoured around me
Best looking oldster they ever did see
Had to beat them off with a stick to avoid a mutiny
Never too old!
The water has receded
And I can see everything
in the bottom of the stream
Big pebbles of assorted colors
covering each other
frogs scampering about
and big fish meddling around
I stared in the silent water
watching rubble floating on top
giant rocks planted in the sand
unaware of what is at hand
And openly denying that
they didn't know each other
I walked across the buried rock
to view the pebbles from all angles
With heightened curiosity
and reflective ingenuity
I dip my foot into the water
but it was as cold as ice
and something strange
was bubbling up inside
The sun shines vigorously
through the tall trees
penetrating the water in the deep
I could see the color of everything
the shape the depth and the size
The wind came to a stand still
And mad birds murmuring
precariously from within
They start a mutiny in the trees
Flying furiously in the air
waiting for the storm as it draws near
I crossed the stream
and sat on a wooden bench
Contemplating numerous events
The mysteries of nature
birds talking to each other
And everyone screaming
and shouting at one another
I could not understand the birds language
but I could sense their troubled emotions
Whistling
screeching
squealing
shirking
crying
hooting
tweeting
sounds without description arouse in the tree
Different rhythm unfamiliar tune
Making everyone confused
Mozart in all his glory
couldn't have created a better symphony
Even among the tallest tree
nature is wailing in misery
I cannot fathom it all
unparalleled music resonating in my head
and the trees standing upright
scrutinizing this terrible plight
The leaves are not moving
And the bushes can feel the strangeness
the birds are whimpering
forcing nature to set an important meeting
Everyone gathers in Eleanor's park
waiting anxiously for the meeting to start
The wood pecker hammering the wood
and the sweet John Che-wit
standing on the shaky branch
watching the cardinal reading the agenda
The cold and dry winter has returned
Hot spring sweltering in summer
Every thing is green again and the trees
waits patiently to dance again
The bird started a sudden commotion
and the meeting ended in a raucous demotion
Winter hits back with a monumental explosion.
Love and romance
Emotions, they soar
Time stands still
Like a frozen fire
Passion, it erupts
The bodies mutiny
Raging, I touch you
Life cells rearrange
Carnage, rebirth
Wild and uncontrolled
The soul is awakened
Desire mounts, waiting
The heart begins to sing
It is a beautiful song
It is the song of love
~Rick Berry
Captain Bligh was his name,
he ruled his ship with an iron cane.
The Bounty was the ship,
sailing to Tahiti, via Cape Horn was the trip.
At Cape Horn, after tacking back and forth,
eastward, was set the course.
It was the long way round,
but they were still Tahiti bound.
After many long months at sea,
one morning the lookout shouted, "Tahiti."
Wine, women, and song for the crew,
it was a paradise, the like of which they never knew.
When the ship was fully laden with breadfruit trees,
once more the Bounty put to sea.
Three weeks later, the trees began to die,
"Give them the crews water", said captain Bligh.
The crew complained most bitterly,
"silence" said Bligh," or in the brig you will be."
Very early in the next morn,
the mutiny was born.
Over the side went Captain Bligh,
into the long boat, and left to die.
So back to Tahiti sailed the crew,
to the island paradise, that they loved and knew.
After more than a year of island bliss,
they decided, we had better get out of this.
For the British navy, will surely come,
then they will string us up, one, by one.
So once more the Bounty put to sea,
but this time the crew, took their families.
When Pitcairn Island came into view,
they said, "this is home, it will do."
Stripping the Bounty of everything of use,
she was set on fire with a fuse.
So if to Pitcairn Isle you go today,
the mutineers descendants, You will find, fishing in the bay.
More Horn Haiku
opportunity
for mutiny immunity
in Trump community
they were caught cheating
more trouble may be meeting
should be unseating
Trump others shorted
many lies he had imported
out was escorted
had known from the start
God great and glorious Thou art
we shall never part
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
or Serious Mysterious
Scapegoat Mutiny
The perspicuous statements by The Man, meant to flatter,
Were maximally inurbane. In hindsight could only alienate
The dozens of individuals who now gravitate to retaliate.
The Scapegoat Mutiny must succeed!
Woe to those who think it transitory,
bountiful malignant repercussions shall befall them!
Any actions to dissipate will fail!
Those are the claims of the mutineers.
The capricious results will be perceived as beneficial by some
And detrimental by others.
15 September 2016
Love in a mutiny
It was the May of 1857
There was a great clash in the north
Here two souls were loving each
by forgetting everything around them
He was Vadivel a soldier and
She was Muthammai in a teen of beauty
They were the lovable souls of their village
which was near to Historical fort of Vellore
Perumugai was their village
Which made Vadivel as a brave and strong
Their love made that village as beauty but
fate smiled loudly there as a villain
Clarins was the commander of Vadivel
wanted to exclude him from Muthamma
H e sent him to a remote from her as his orfer
to get rid off from his nearness
On the same night by eleven
He went and raped that beauty
She felt ashamed and got her peace in death
Vadivel retuned from his task and
heard that thunder shock news
To take a revenge on Clarins
He shot his commander at the same fort and
smashed that cruels face and body
In the place of her death
He stabbed himself to die
Both souls were traveling in the air
to say their love in the world
It may be the first spark
to the graet Historical Vellore Sipoy mutiny
Still their grave yards are there
as a silent evidence of their love