When I was a child,
I had a tomcat that loved sleeping in my bed,
and a dog that lived outside
and barked at night when demons would come.
I wore sneakers, shorts,
and a green hat made from a burdock leaf.
I broke my neighbors' windows
with a slingshot just like
the kids from the Hidden Street.
I brought home flowers, wild strawberries,
pine buds, and shiny stones;
I caught butterflies and watched the sun
through colored glass fragments.
In the summer, I went to the sea with my parents,
built sandcastles, swallowed salty water,
gathered seashells for my collection,
and tanned like a corsair of distant southern seas.
My grandmother made me cherry and walnut jams
so I’d grow strong, while my grandfather
took me treasure-hunting in the forest,
telling stories of fairies, gnomes, and giants.
I snuck into the locker room to peek at girls,
wrote love notes, and went to secret meetings for first kisses.
In a few words, I was a boy like any other,
meant to grow into a man like any other — one of millions
of happy men. Now I only want to know
why things didn't turn out that way...
Categories:
corsair, childhood,
Form: Free verse
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Yarrrrr
'course I know'd
my purty wanted tuh sail wit
her corsair
she be no landlubber
Thar
two lay'n'half mine cutlass
they laid curse her lay'n
with mine
this campaign
to the sharks the
devilz
To mine cabin
Wench
*hold on..."wench" wuz an endearing term
the dayz we now find enamoring ')
Categories:
corsair, adventure, allegory, character, courage,
Form: Epyllion
Take that ship of yours.
We will swing together at sea and fight in the waves for a better place in the aisle.
I want to fill your hold with my rum and revel in the drunkenness and the sounds of the Sirens you spew at me from the voice box.
Come sail through the sky with me and land just for mana.
Categories:
corsair, first love,
Form: Free verse
a seaman called Pieter the Pirate
talks bla bla bla didn't reacquire it
Dutch corsair, stole gold from Spain
Origin birth Netherlands
Resistance on ship invokes a riot
4/8/19
Pirate Themed Limerick Poetry Contest
Limerick poetry form only
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
corsair, 3rd grade, adventure, betrayal,
Form: Limerick
WE SIT and watch our amber tigers
beautifully silent now, their stripes gone, however
they lie by the bedside in their fleeting splendour
with the serenity of heaven’s blue
a reminder of heartbreak on a wedding day
an image of awakening
I think that they’re dying.
WE REFUSED an invitation to a banquet
in a tortoise shell and performance of a terminal dancer
and rather stayed in our kingdom of dust
our souls of smoke and honeydew rust
we keep singing the quivering minstrel songs
my mind a wharf boat of crystallite sorrow
yours a dreggy wine of oriental ruby.
WE, THE CYNICS of highest magnitude
thirsty dogs by the desert fountain
you’re the aquaphobic mermaid, ironically
I’m your prismatic platypus in love
an albino condemned to walk the snowy lands
edgeless and sweet in their vanilla flavor
but some days it feels so strange.
WE CAME here alone and will go alone
and most likely fall into oblivion
together like mythical corsair galleys
sailing by the craggy forelands
we’ll hold our cold hands and we’ll hope and hope
to hear that familiar wild wild roar
and catch a glimpse of our majestic beasts.
Categories:
corsair, imagery, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
A Beautiful Sailing Ship
Great white sheets spread before Auster's wind seem to fly.
She sails ocean rout's course coming from East Indies.
My eyes take in ship's sight: be her goods Celanese?
High top-gallants with main-royals full blown in sky.
Gale speeds merchantman's race toward home with pennant high.
White capped bowsprit now seen pitching through waves with ease.
Spray goes by the boards - rainbows in a right strong breeze.
SeaQueen makes for where huge London town markets lie.
She takes tea and cloth, jewels from Maylay Isles.
Cargo's weight is worth nine million in sterling paid.
Sleek windjammer still needs travel far thousand miles.
Fine East Indian prize conducting Bombay trade.
Bold coast pirates could be menace with corsair wiles.
Queen's speed keeps her well safe- no chance of carvel raid.
Copyright © ramfire ... [2002-07-11 09:42:33]
Categories:
corsair, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though no so clever.
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.
Categories:
corsair, child,
Form: Monorhyme
I am a bird singing in an open cage.
What I have they cannot take it.
What I have they cannot feel it.
A mad navigator drives me.
A fire-bearing fleet chases me.
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to live.
That makes my heart a hunter.
I’m shooting luminous arrows with a bow
and all lead back to my body.
What I have
it takes me up to heaven
and brings me down to hell.
What I have I cannot deny it.
That makes my heart a hunter.
My brain is a uterus of lightning.
I am a corsair galley drunken with rum
inside the rulers’ navy yard.
That makes my heart a hunter.
Categories:
corsair, art, hope, imagination, people,
Form: Lyric
I fly this plane – a corsair model
It always responds when I pull back the throttle
Round and round and round it dashes
And then sometimes, somehow it crashes
Then I jump in – get her back in shape
With just blue paint and old duct tape
And I’ve got a friend with another corsair
When we go out flying we make quite a pair
We practice take-offs and some touch – and – goes
Getting prepared to take them to shows
But when we get careless and get into scrapes
We pull out the blue paint and our rolls of duct tapes
I wish that life was like when we fly
All peaceful and friendly and when things go awry
We might panic for seconds then we’re done with it
We pick up the pieces and see where they fit
We don’t point and blame, we admit our mistake
Then we make it all better with blue paint and duct tape
Mdailey 10/15/11
For Jerry and Beau and their RC model planes
Categories:
corsair, friendship, sports, blue, blue,
Form: Rhyme
It will be remember by folks like you and me,
as one of the most dismal failures in history.
It was created as a new division of the Ford Company.
This car became a disaster within the auto industry.
The years of production would amount to less than three.
Following successful sales of the Ford Thunderbird,
a luxury mid-sized car was the latest word.
It was named in honor of Henry Ford’s late son.
In the fall of 1957, manufacturing had begun.
Among the four models introduced was the Pacer.
The three other types were the Citation, Corsair, and Ranger.
They came as two and four-door hardtops, convertible, and wagon.
Disappointing sales would lead to Ford Motor’s chagrin.
More than one factor existed why the division would fail.
Changes and innovations appeared, but to no avail.
Many noted the downturn in the economy.
Others blamed it on poor marketing strategy.
The last of the Edsels rolled off the assembly line,
in late November of 1959.
Perhaps a valuable lesson in the fiasco was learned,
as a big chunk of the American auto industry was burned.
Categories:
corsair, business, historycar,
Form: Rhyme