Best Pirating Poems

"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized...

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This write is not to judge, but deter. An ode to all vultures.


             You're like a person hover
               ...

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Gather 'round me, my dears,
I'll continue the tale
Of a princess and her pirate lover.
Of her crown unencumbered,
They pillaged and plundered
As they wandered the seven seas over.

Crimes maritime were elating
And invigorating
'til Jack noticed a bulge in her tummy.
The princess first was offended,
But then she comprehended
He would...

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O to be there again
Little boys dancing for calypso dimes
And the US marines, angelic in white
White rum frolicking in the chapel of their brain
Laughing like water on the ships grey side
Sons, fathers, husbands
Finding respite in the sedulous arms 
Of intinerant lovers
Milking their wallets with sugarcane...

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A Pirate Drinking Song

Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of rum
Pirates sing to the pipe and drum
North wind blows with a Gale's horn
Snapping the canvas with a deafening mourn

Battles are fought, plunder is sought
To ports abound, it is Rum that is bought

We ride the waves seeking adventure...

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I dream to be a buccaneer out on a sailing ship
Purple parrot on my shoulder sharp cutlass on my hip.

Sailing upon the seven seas it's adventure I would seek
Treasure chests of gold doubloons I will capture from the meek.

A striking figure I would cast with...

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Henry Morgan
 Pirate of the Caribbean  


Henry Morgan is my name
Pirating is my fame
My story has been told
There’s only one I claim

1635 was the year of my birth
The eldest son of a gentleman farmer
In Llanrhymny, Wales. I had
no desire in filling the shoes of...

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The soldiers winter is the Winter Soldier.

Reality shows the totality of evils depravity. Some see it as a formality when evil begins rioting. It is a catastrophe when the pirating of evil destroys tranquility. To ignore evil summer is a tragedy. Heretofore it is time...

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Rather than Ten Commandments,
beginning with loving YHWH,
iconically accessible and yet mysterious
as ecosystemic Earth,
Native Americans
and perhaps all original people
mutually deploy Original Instructions,
both matriarchal and patriarchal,
intended to become prescriptive
only as the Golden Rule of cooperative learning
grows descriptive for each one listening
for how these creation and self/other management...

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Peter Piper pickin peppers
Pick your pockets 
Potential profits
Purely pleasure
Plan on passin on, Puttin  all
Personal belongings 
In your purses or wallet
Because peter's plottin,
Poppin up practicly anywhere 
Presidential pluckins possible
He's a professional 
At peak performance
Nope no police department's
Pieced it all together 
Or ever seen em processed 
Or...

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It is in our fragile, nearly broken, exposure
that we are most available for love
and remedial gratitude,
rather than the louder applause
of our full-blown ballistic glory.

While exercising restrained patience breeds tolerance,
giving pregnant reign to co-empathy compels timeless flow
of organic eternity.

Empathy grows fragile compassionate pause,
easily broken by impatient...

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Retribution and restoration
share a concern for justice as balance
of responsibility with authority.
But retribution is coercive
while restoration democratizes therapeutic cooperation,
invites grace and love and mercy
for oneself
as for others.

Retributive justice
pretends a violation of our multicultural Golden Rule
leaves no option but to set our WinWin potential aside
and move...

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It is like an imagination
When eyes open in original nation
Close in this word but phantom
Close in this cruel and crook home
Whose false falsifies brothers and sisters
Into pirating neighbours’ labours
Into dancing to drum of hatred
Into dipping hands in blood
Blood topples like control-less plane
Blood streams like oil...

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I have lately noticed
WinLose bottom-line business competitors
lead within for-profit rabidly accelerating circles
and are not thereby well prepared
to produce effective robust outcomes
in a more WinWin democratic public service role,
elected or appointed.

I have further noted
general decline of original democratic public servant roles,
revolutionarily replaced by a competing public...

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I tried writing some poetry today,
unfortunately, my brain said no way,
so while I was left with blank
that bottle of rum I drank...
Arrr, pirating limericks I dare say!...

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