Best Swashbuckling Poems
It was "The Cape" in early June
Along with her sister Vie
They had strolled down past the dunes
Under a cloudless sky
She could taste the ocean salt
On a swirling southern breeze
In new dresses mother bought
Instead of their dungarees
On a rock, the eldest in blue
Matching ribbon in her hair
Going on 'bout a boy she knew
The youngest pretending to care
But sailing on a green grass ocean
Drifting in a pirate's dream
A young girl with a swashbuckling notion
Stealing gold from a Spanish queen
Looting up and down the coast
Black patch over one eye
Sailing with Blackbeard's ghost
Skull and crossbones flying high
Then suddenly, back in a blink
Captured by mother's call
A girl pirate dressed in pink
Her saber, a red parasol
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Bronwyn the Barbaric was a buxom lass
the envy of all her peers
She spoke with unrivaled swashbuckling sass
her pirate-ess fashion was fierce
She could charm off the arms of the most hardened men
how they'd swoon at the sight of her swagger
She ruled over cutthroats with a dangerous grin
her hand ever over her dagger
But her smile was so lovely, her style was so vogue
that she had little need for such violence
With a wave of her hand, she could tame ruthless rogues
with a look she could cause utter silence
So, peacefully she plundered (with minions to pillage
and devotedly obey her commands)
Until a shop window caught her eye in the village
and she made a bad purchase, unplanned
There she acquired the most dashing high-heel boots
custom made (according to her wishes)
But the pain that they caused was something acute
and it made the 'old girl' act quite vicious
She kidnapped the cobbler and tortured him so
she was in quite a terrible temper
She dealt him such cruel and merciless blows
the crew could hardly handle his whimpers
She became a tyrannical, treacherous wench
terrorizing from Tahiti to Tangier
Leaving in her wake only ruins and stench
with a reckless and wicked sneer
And 'though her crew were not a cowardly lot
they dared not get on her bad side
The last scalawag was both stabbed and shot
before she tossed him into the tide
But one rakish mate had an interesting offer
her vanity couldn't refuse-
If he could, just once, get those stylish boots off her
a better set he could produce
So eyeing him, slowly, she peeled the boots off
and immediately felt such relief
Gone was her bitterness, her angry scoff
gone was the source of her grief
Seeing their pirate queen herself again
the crew gathered 'round and they cheered
Those bloody boots were thrown overboard
and their mate was quite revered
Now a barefoot buccaneer, she still
struts across the deck
And if they don't bend to her will
she'll see they're put in check!
I love you rain
Come at me
With your sparkling
Diamond splashing
Water baguettes
Diamondize me
Lick me with your
Splishering diamond joys
I love you rain
Come at me
With your portly portable pumping poetry
Flitter pitter patter buoying boosty banter
Pouring snoring, roaring soaring, jumping jets
Splitting swishing swashbuckling glitzy gorgeous glitterama
Blinging blanging clanging gluey golden glory
Air cleansing wooing wooshing wooting wind friend story
I love you rain
Come at me
With your dancing
Deftly dangling diamonds
Unfurl glowing skies
Flights of soothing cries
Your micro thunder
Kiss parade bluster
Skywide rosary seeds
Natures prayer leads
Meditation chi gong traffic
Micro hugs of time's fabric
I love you rain
Come at me
With your awe inspiring
Diamond light cracking crackling kisses
That sharpen, brighten, spin, shower, empower
The kaleidoscopic bright lips of faceted light!
Nurture us all, fill us all, with your connected inside out love!
Load us up with your resilient diamond fiber winks & glows
Quiet slinging sure serene silent super strength that guides the cosmos
I love you rain
Come at me
By Davieo, David Rothchild
:)
What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
You can move on
You can see the light of day
But you've left me behind
Behind in this endless night
You can be strong
Invincible
Indomitable
A cherished hero
Unaffected….
But you've left me defenseless
Weak
Paralyzed by fear
You can go about
Your daily life
Taking the whole world in your stride
Yet you’ve left me in my room
A prisoner in these four walls
Afraid of a world
I can’t understand
Unable to reach out
You can bind up your wounds
Stanch the flow
And continue with the fight for life
Undeterred
The taste of victory in your mouth
Your rebel yell
Sounding a warning
A swashbuckling warrior
And I lie in the trenches
Watching the flow
Of my life
Ebbing away
Waiting to be rescued
Wondering if I will make it
To another day
You and Me
Two different people
From two different worlds
Yet part of the human race
In need of grace
Remember me….
When you turn your face to the sun
And feel the breeze on your face
Remember me...
Alone in my room
Closed in by the gloom
Tears drenching me
Hurts haunting me
Remember me….
And say a prayer…
Say a prayer
For me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Yarns Of A Seafaress
Hemingway's famous "Old Man and the Sea"
Simply couldn't hold a candle to me
I caught Ahab's great white whale
Did some surfing on his tail
Made him jump through hoops 'fore I set him free
In Scotland I gave Nessie a big scare
As with my huge net, the beast I did snare
I held on as Nessie tugged
Then set her free as I shrugged
To tell the truth, Nessie hadn't a prayer
And now I've set my sights on the Kraken
Oh yes, I'm more than a fishing bumpkin
And so for Norway I sail
To prove women aren't frail
This giant squid is simply a munchkin
This wonderful poem epitomizes Carolyn's love for everything about the sea.
She has so creatively and entertainly regaled us with her delightful writes based on
her own personal sea adventures that have become and will remain classics.
I can picture Carolyn standing on the prow of a boat, her hair streaming in the wind,
as it charges full steam ahead as she seeks further swashbuckling challenges beyond
the horizon. She has been a supporter and encourager to me not only in poetic matters but personal matters as well. I pray that her well of verse will never run dry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals.
Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smart pet sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans.
Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlemiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance.
SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga.
Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skippers selfishly scooped sloop-ful seasonal six-packs) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted.
Click on connect,
To a world brought together,
By Sun, Cisco, and Gates,
And cybervixens named Heather,
You or your business,
Can be what you dream,
No matter the cost,
Or so it would seem,
W-W-W,
Preceding some word or phrase,
The destination is gold,
At the end of each maze,
Be first, and be loud,
Brand your ass tomorrow,
Because today is today,
And there's so much to borrow,
Burn rates don't leave scars,
As long as you're hot,
Though conflagration's impending,
Of course, if you're not,
Cyber pie in the sky,
Is no mere euphemism,
For the swashbuckling knaves,
Of dotcommunism,
To them, "e" in ebusiness,
Means everyone's needed,
As stock option syringes,
Filled your vain and succeeded,
Like slaves to the pharaohs,
Team members lay mortar,
And the Pyramid gleamed,
Over the cyber new order,
If we played mind and market,
We'll get our fair share,
Before they observe,
That we're dancing on air,
Now, the public's invested,
To ramp up in style,
Obscuring our vision,
Of the lavish Green Mile,
No worries, it's Spring,
No Y2K clamor,
So why do I hear, feel,
The bear and his hammer,
The market's contracting,
It just pulled a groin,
As the e-slot machine,
Imbibes my last coin,
It's dot-calm, yet not peaceful,
My sleep has been broken,
The Golden Calf in my dreams,
Now takes Chuck E. Cheese tokens,
But, I still think in Ws,
Wondering where we went wrong,
To follow Pied Cyber Piper,
Till the end of the song,
My faith never faltered,
For this new Judaism,
As the promises shattered,
By dotcommunism.
(1/19/01)
Swashbuckling, piracy, Tyrone, Errol and yes, Rathbone.
All actors that rode the Spanish Main called the sea home.
Stories of Robinson Crusoe to Mysterious Island.
Fantasy stories with a moral, it’s for enjoyment for man.
Plenty of men have traveled the high seas.
They thought it was their purpose, their destiny.
A wild age then, a new world, a new hope.
Some ships battered and sunk at sea, some got lost,
But a lot reached the Eastern coast.
Now legends, fantasy, came from Melville and the like,
About Jason and the Argonauts seeking the fleece,
A fantasy that had a future so bright.
How Captain Ahab chased passionately for “Moby Dick”!
Mr. Peck, played the part to a tee, cinematography was a kick.
How about Crusoe and his man Friday? Truly one of the best.
The sea has always captured man’s imagination; it just roars sometimes calmly rests.
Movies made from great authors who knew not the way of fowl language.
Our Father has His own picture show going on; morals today signal the end of an age.
Our Holy Bible history is filled with many compassionate moments.
Men of strength courage and fortitude.
Our Father will get his Spiritual Family, keep reading.
Studying, be vigil Brethren, God will soon be amongst men with a Spiritual solitude.
Mosquito Bat
Peering closely, I sought to quickly skim through the online latest news …
True to form, I am a stickler for keeping up with the latest happening news…
Given this internet age and its borderless media reach, there’s always something…
So much to read, so much to keep up to date, just so one’ll be a better man for reading…
Then it happened, even as I was about to scroll the displayed page with the mouse button..
There came a familiar high pitched whine, softly at first but intensifying as its source approaches…
Christ! A blasted mosquito, high tailing in my direction, to my right pinky ear, to be precise…
I froze all motion, rolled and strained my eyeball to squint out of the corner of my right eye…
I saw, at the periphery of my field of vision, the fast approaching obnoxious blood sucker…
Silvery wings furiously beating as it made a bee line to my ear, a beacon for a typical bloody dinner…
Cautiously yet sparing no delay, I reached out for my trusty rechargeable electric mosquito bat…
The offending insect was just about to land, circling in ever tightening circles as I grasped my bat…
Bat upraised in hand, I did a quick head swivel , the dastardly insect was now plain in my sight …
Ah ha, now you are my victim, you stupid little insect! I gloated inwardly as I eyeballed the insect..
Dinner lost, the sudden shift in air movement must have warned this bloodthirsty sucker…
There was a quick change in its flight pattern, it tried to fly out of my vision, tried to flee from danger …
Here, eat this, you bloody miserable ungodly insect! Unhurriedly, almost leisurely, I waved my bat…
Right across the flying path of the fleeing little insect, there was no escape for such was its fate…
A sharp crackle and a quick spark of light, the poor mosquito was no more, no longer in sight…
A plume of whitish smoke, an acrid smell of burnt organic material, yup it was no more alright…
Mentally, I blew across the end of my smoking gun barrel like any swashbuckling vigilante..
Gee, what a lethal combination, me and this rechargeable electric mosquito bat each day…
Got to get a spare, just in case, like my daddy used to say, get ready for a rainy day…
An electric mosquito bat, dear readers, it is a must- have gadget to get, to keep up to date........
Paper boats drifting down the slow flowing stream,
his mind enchanted by a vivid daydream,
of pirates and treasure and rum on the run,
all the while holding tight, to the hand of his mum.
At four years old he is brim full of cheer,
hopping and skipping with no thoughts of fear,
swashbuckling antics are all he can see,
an extension of those he watched on tv.
Such innocence is a great a delight for his mum,
though she may have concerns in the years still to come,
with so many pressures from all those around
and worries how changes he sees will be bound
to steal away some of the safe world he now knows,
yes, parents must always be quick on their toes.
As paper boats sink we replace them with ease,
but it's so much harder to go on to please
all of our children in the ways we might like,
with presents ever bigger until that motorbike
carries them off on a journey we hope,
will be safe as houses for we know we won't cope
with accidents or other harm that may come their way,
though we all have to let go of their hands one fine day.
But until that day dawns, we strive to give of our best
and trust that our judgements will keep them safe in our nest,
for as parents we learn this world has so many ways to scare,
that when we were ourselves children, we were quite unaware.
©Rhumour
June 14th 2010
Occupied by the crowd of fair-weather friends,
which i suppose had become today's trend,
i realized that how solitary i am?
just asking for a shed,can anyone lend?
I can't demonstrate my emotions in the mob,
keeping them inside, my robe sob.
though i am tagged as one of the group members,
when coming to harmony and love,no one remembers.
The one outsider is considered to be a better friend than me,
never it is bothered and i can only see .
The swashbuckling studs are always asked about everything,
People echo a lot about but don't believe in simple living and high thinking.
If one is introvert in exposing his talented wings,
that doesn't means that he is not worthy of anything.
just because few opportunities he already missed,
and due to his situation,he is extremely pissed,
it don't let you conclude that he is a moron,
his time has come because the struggling days are gone.
for those who ignore should know the fact,
To hell with their memories and their fake pact.
They don't realize the importance of him today,
but they would acknowledge that fellow the most, one fine day.
The person avoided is so concerned about others still,
Whenever some bitter feelings come,his eyes with tears get fill.
looking such a condition,he questions the wise-godly creature,
why is he trapped in such human architecture?
Then he consoles himself and pledge not to be docile,
with time everything will heal whatever is fragile.
For sharing his feelings,he peeps the door of his neighbours,
they do give their precious moments and that's truely a kind gesture.
But still he is never able to confront others,
always having the guilt that his act disturbs.
He gathers courage and ponders that to whom should he share his views,
after much consideration,his heart replies-no one is there,which is a bad news.
But then finally he admits,
that in no one's heart he actually fits.
then realization dawn his conscious,
this mellow dramatic society is quite fictitious.
At last he comes to know that only strong and true bonds survive,
which give this skeleton a better life.
To those who suffer from perplexed and cumbersome fate,
Do not worry as success is your's and excellence is innate.
To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady
And when he cooed and whined to survey
Bronwyn's hide-out with treasures galore
(and blinded by love, the lady obeyed)
Hellie let out a terrible roar!
Before he could pilfer a single rare item
our Hellie put Beau on the run
snapping and snarling, she'd viciously bite him
her fun had only begun
He squealed sissy screams and kicked out at her
but she got the better of him
he called her a “hideous, scurrilous cur”
she pursued him with vigor and vim
Rapidly round all the high piles of loot
she chased him with eyes bright and shiny
while he scuffled (and occasionally gave her the boot)
and she snapped at his delicate hiney
At length, he shot out of the mouth of the cave
in a desperate dash to break free
but he'd nowhere to go- and wasn't quite brave
so he threw himself into the sea
As Bronwyn looked down with an irritated frown
(she was actually becoming quite peeved)
old Hellion beamed up, and drooled on her gown
her ultimate mission achieved
Her lady turned to face her, and warmly embraced her
while Hellie soaked it up with a smirk
soft fingers stroking and fluffing her fur
for dispatching the devious jerk
They spied the poor devil as he met his sad fate-
and they watched from their perch high above
a bold pirate queen and her canine first mate
the next-best thing to true love!
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This is the swashbuckling sequel to my "Barefoot Buccaneer" poem... ;D
in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you generate
from a lack of detail
where science is not to be found
there is no other description that fits
praise the panoramic vista
just around the corner
it's all about the pivot points
so fat chance
among the exploding galaxies
minus the swashbuckling pistoleros and
armchair Romeos and
prisoners of doom and
fairytale living sacrifices
victory is not always a given
you have known this for years
when the paparazzi scribblers
were the Freedom Brigade
where your body parts
take on a life of their own
and deductions don't necessarily
insure your survival
and the mystery remains
job 4 is to better organize thoughts
the game of influence
is the game of influence of judgment
and in sum job 5 is to look at our expectations
and their reliance upon
the letters of the alphabet
separate inputs perceived as one
is an angel
allow me to present you
with the keys to the code
two eyeball pictures perceived as one
within the freedom to inquire
the fanatics want to stop time
that is all there is to it
in which case
a mild dose of persistence never hurts
vision is numbers is evidence
we suffer the memory of past volitions
many of them not our own
we have been engineered to be throttled
yah I took the long way home
much to the disgust
of every entity in the Universe
the list of culprits is long
you have been reading it
no surprise relief on the horizon
police could show up on my doorstep
at any suspecting instant
but the obvious comes easily to me
when I am uninhabited
that's what you get when
you stop trying to be appetizing
for those who cannot tolerate self mockery
there is a train load of pity
to add to the weight on your arms
when in doubt go for the learning
do for the learning
be for the learning
rampant imagination may be
a low grade ore
but the nuggets will blow your head to atoms
enjoy your nodule of security then
keep in mind it can quickly vaporize
in a new modality of immediacy
a traveling mosaic of instants
the next one looking back on the last
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
Available on Amazon
Dreams can take you to far away places
Like deserts or jungles where tigers give chase
Sometimes you may even become a pirate
Where swashbuckling adventures await
In another dream you may be a rock star
with screaming fans as you play your guitar
Many have dreams of going to heaven
Where angels sing and golden thrones glisten
Some dreams are made of apple pies
topped off with an ice cream surprise
Others may comprise beautiful sunsets
with the deep blue sea for a net
Still others are made of candied yams
sweetened with teaspoons of blueberry jam
But some are made of thorns and thistles
that jolt and make you bristle
While others are made of barbed wire
that cut deeply and make you tire
Some are nightmares which can be quite a scare
And can intensify your fears
Here's hoping your sleep is serene and complete
And that all your dreams are sweet