Best Plunder Poems
The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell
Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance
wielding their great battle axes wearing winged helmets
they crept up on the sleeping village in timeless trance
plundering and pillaging killing some helpless pets
Taking captive the fairest of the maids enslaving burly men
to work the gallery's oars, filling the hold with stolen treasure
drinking wine from carved horns and spit roasting a tasty hen
soon well into their cups they ravished most maids keeping one pure
She of flaxen hair and hour glass figure and tender years was spared
a most fitting present for their king, the rest would be auctioned for profit
the coin added to the treasury. Now under full sail the waves they dared
knowing a welcome most raucous awaited they now their torches lit
Their king was most pleased with his gift and vowed they would be wed
a great feast was prepared and the mead flowed thick and sweetly
the Viking cheered as their king took the maid first as wife then to bed
weeping as she was ravished, he rode her like a bull until she bled badly
Back to the feast he downed some horns then lay down to sleep
the maid waited until all was silent and then into his heart she struck deep
she took back her shame as he lay dying knowing her own death she did reap
turning the dagger on herself her life no value she slipped into eternal sleep
written 05/01/2014
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We plunder the ideas and creativity of all,
like modern day pirates.
Ensuring the success of the corportation.
Very safe, very quiet,
unlike the pirates of old.
Why do certain people think they're special
When they look similar to millions of others
Why do certain people think they're special
When all they want to do is maim and smother
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they want something someone else has
Why do certain people think they're special
Because they thinks it's their right, just because!
Why do certain people think they're special
When a cloud in the sky is similar everywhere
Why do certain people think they're special
When rain is rain that these said clouds share
Why do certain people think they're special
What do they see when they awake in the morn
Why do certain people think they're special
What have they become since they were born
Why do certain people think they're special?
Paradoxial plunder
Though it dose'nt make sense
Yet it happens to be true
Sometimes we can't believe it
Like we never had a clue
But there it was
In front of our eye's
Like it shouldn't have been
Just a bunch of lies
How do we accept it
How do we learn
To go against common sense
Yet for knowledge we yearn
The question of the paradox
Shall always be seen
If we sharpen our wit
And our mind's are keen
So never give up
Fight the good fight
And deep in our hearts
We knew we were right
Inspiring fast-paced visible child’s natural world
The essence of vivid imagery; with their toes up and curled.
Their rosy warm and charming faces, roll play as birds.
In another world with just a handful of words
From side to side, dance upward to the blue sky,
Shoulders sway with a swing and pretend to fly.
When in play creativity among awe and wonder
Fantasy while dressing up with their imagination plunder.
Drowned by the environment
pirate humans are dragged towards rocks created by own plundering
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Such morsel of meat,
Esau sold his true birthright,
Cause the plunder hate.
the influences of days gone by
we refferred to her as an Old Woman
she was only 26 but she used
the way someone else to
express her concern
him he didn't learn much because
he refused to understand those
teaching due to
what she needed
to take with heroic greatness
perhaps as farewell when
or welcome then which
of your needs might I cater to
than in the spirit of the times
do we fall off the cart
or load it according to the specifics
of it's size
should he have studied Sobeuses teachings
now those days are the father of his history
and the mother of mentions
she wished what she heard would have been
dramatic conversation
than she would be allowed to use those words
she and her sister had learned from
Morelovee
Moody they spoke of the
endifferances they encountered
those who wished to be loved
could speak beneath skies
they could sing with a harmony
that suited all involved
those who knew the
song had little problem
with the lyrics
those who refused o study struggled
and their pay reflected their lack
of concern for their group efford
Angry she made those in her space to leave
their she'd soak in her madness
and shame
she cut brier branches from
the woods
and plaited them and wrapped and tacked
them around her walking stick
she dared anyone to say something
of the night before
or the evening that made this
situation so.
Euriffilia Guilder Tripp III
makes mention of Luna-sweets:
the classic song written by
Brittez and Drawez:
and the madness of those
who refused to rehearse
their lines.There performance
reflects the way they
think of my art.
such must be reflected in their pay.
those who's performance
were outstanding were
rewarded for their
performance.
Historian writes that after the mongols left lahore khokhar and gabru plundered the rest of the city.
Couplet
Wo tab bhi loot maar kartay thay aur ab bhi kartay hain
Na yasir shami kuch bolta hai na Iqrar-ul-Hassan.
With a wink in her eyes so bright,
She'd search for pizza day and night.
When the sense would hit,
She'd lose all her wit,
And devour every slice in sight!
Thoughts assail me, images pound on my brain
Those men assaulting me, their bodies on top of me
I wish to run away from myself, cut off my mind
I stare at nothing, don't feel like talking
What to say, how can I even talk about it
It was shameful, torturous, unthinkable
Going to police, the very thought is distressing
They would ask me thousand questions
To say all that and prove you are telling the truth
That's even more horrifying than rape
I wish to die but something is stopping me
Once I catch hold of those five men and kill them
I can die peacefully
They should not be alive to repeat what they did with me
My life blank, future blank, pain all over,
I wish to just sleep peacefully without thoughts
God give me sleep. Give me peace.
Please I beg you
I can no longer bear this torture.
Note: fictional
lightening and thunder
God and all of His plunder
about much will wonder
Jewels covered the earth,
And gold paved the streets.
Like an Eden amongst Eden’s.
And fruits grew everywhere,
Even in the sea and the air.
Words like baron and land,
Never touched skin, or formed words together to touch the lips of natives.
Natives that planted and deeply rooted there feet’s unto the soil,
And whose hands stretched towards the sun like flowers.
Then the roots of the natives,
That where so deeply rooted.
Left the soil and started picking jewels,
From left and right, they started hacking away at the golden streets like mad mans.
They even sold their soul for the gold,
Then in reverse, they sold gold for others soul.
Then there eyes blinded by greed was set,
On the most precious jewel of them all.
The blue gem,
Which they all sought to plunder.
Words of evening she speaks
To him
I act if I don't know
There in secret places
Is where they wish to go
Mornings were I labor most
To be neat and clean
She wholloes beneath him
To be spiteful and mean
Yeah than when separation
Is the antidote
I am all he has
It's when I mean
As much
Love of Mendini by Mukhon Strativerous
Sexy Compositions
Meatus Arrangements
Compositions and Sounds
Done by What Shuldovsai &
Mo Passion
That Ole Gal
and Her Strumpet samples of
Ladyrhift and Groovey Saturday nite
Pagen Pie Phyght courtesy of
Tasty Thot and Baritone Mendini
From Hast Kredentials.
Bounce and Boogie appears courtesy
Of One Whirl Products
Jiggling like fruit on the vine
God With All of His Plunder
Lightening and thunder
God with all of the plunder
filled with His wonder