Crossbones Poems | Examples

Skulls

Skulls and roses, skulls and crossbones, most of people who died alone. 

Skulls in corpses, skulls in the living, ‘til they decompose, protection is what they’re giving. 

Protect the mind, that tissue so soft, but easily shaken, easily sent aloft.  

 

Protecting a soul, so sweet and tender, but nothing, not even nature, can live forever. 

They give you medicine, sell you lies, say “this will make you better.” 

When there wasn’t anything wrong with you, ever.  

 

They give you Churches, where those skulls hide under dirt, and tell you to put their god first. 

But for life, for creativity, for the freedom to be yourself, you thirst. 

And you know your gods were there, holding your hand, first. 

 

You know your gods created the skull that protects your beautiful mind, 

the flesh that carries your soul so blessed by the divine.  

Filled by gods and goddesses, your soul a creature unaffected by time. 

A creature that’s had many skulls, lived countless lives. 

 

And you will live again, another skull to protect your blessed mind.

They Assumed

They assumed she’d always stay,
they assumed she’d let it slide;
They assumed nothing would rattle her,
they assumed she had no pride;

They assumed she was flimsy,
they assumed a high tolerance,
They assumed she’d put up with it,
they assumed her patience was endless;

They assumed no skull and crossbones,
they assumed she wore a white flag;
They assumed she played their game,
They assumed they had her in the bag;

They assumed her fight was her height,
they assumed the truth all along;
They assumed just about everything,
every one of their assumptions was wrong.

Everything was on her terms,
all along she was in control;
Pride was overflowing within her,
she’d be damned if she would stay.

Evil

.Evil

A wormy apple bruised
bread crawling with weevils
Mottled black and blue
Essences of evil
Skull and crossbones warn
 deadly poisonous gas
Tortured cries and moans
Creepy sutured mask
Disguises of light and truth
Hiding grotesque thoughts
Someone follows you
 Security, safety lost
Empathies a myth
I alone am real
Fill your terror with
All that I don't feel
Bodily pain excites
But even better I crave
Destruction of the mind
Making you depraved
A little harmless here
A bit of, only human, there
Deeper darkness steer
Till it's hard to care
I knock a jolly rhythm
To distract you and disarm
You unlock the first one
and Quiet the alarm
Peeking, who is there?
Show all my wicked teeth
Desensitized you stare
And open the door to me.

BLACK AND WHITE

BLACK AND WHITE

The skull and crossbones, in black and white
Recognised by all as pirates on the high seas
For many innocent victims, it caused a fright
Ordered on deck to get down on their knees

Sometimes, crew and others never survived	 
Booty taken and all such evidence destroyed
The pirates’ discipline was seen as contrived 
With fair shares all round that they enjoyed

Then there was a new category of freebooter
With a royal grant to steal the enemy’s gold
But still, in the end, everyone was a looter
Some was kept for themselves, we are told

But in the first truly worldwide merchant fleet
That distinctive flag or ensign was an exemplar
Sailing under holy orders, and quite discreet
Vessels that belonged to the Knights Templar

As Long As Canto Lasts

I’ll be around as long as canto lasts.
The beat of drum, a naked blast of sweat.
My skirt, a round, chases the breathless casts
of oxygen - the faces red - oh my -
and so is mine. The passion fire. I sigh…
Of sticks and stones that create hate - my bones
do ache and amplify sensuous zones.
The opera, unusual, its drums
that speak of life and death - skull and crossbones.
When the fat lady rests, my heart succumbs.

The Swashbuckler

Wind filled sails drives his command,
A salty breeze chisels his face.
The crew obeys his every demand,
Master of the sea stands in his place.

Sailing South to all virgin lands,
Heading's true and steering straight.
Ship is cradled in starlit hands,
With fertile dreams at Heaven's gate.

No tempest will dissuade his course,
A swashbuckler oh so bold.
Guided by unnatural force,
To fill his coffers full of gold.

All deckhands will now prepare,
Adventure on the open seas.
While searching for islands fair,
Perchance to do as they please.

Lookouts spy a distant ship,
Crew stands firm to do their duty.
Now with sword strapped to the hip,
A plan to seize pirate's booty.

Alongside black sail moving fast,
All fall silent as cannons roar.
A fatal shot strikes the mast,
Skull and crossbones sail no more.

With victory that tastes so sweet,
On their way to a lavish coast.
Tahitian beauties soon to meet,
The part that they all love the most.

Rum filled shipmates sigh relief,
Back to sea no more to roam.
With gold and jewels beyond belief,
This Captain steers a course back home.

A Pirates Life For Me

A pirates life is the one for me,both of us sailing on the seven seas,finding treasure,stealing gold,story’s of our life at sea to be told..skull and crossbones scarves on our heads,searching for treasure along the sea bed,I wouldn’t want it any other way,a pirate forever I will always stay

Nemesis

You could give a look to slay
those that choose to disobey.
You could choose sticks and stones
and warn your enemy with crossbones.
You could trick, trip and roll your eyes,
bid the traitor to a duel, say your goodbyes.
Still, when you are not in one accord -
The pen is mightier than the sword.
It draws a line in the sand, with ink,
into the mire of words your enemy will sink,
and not alone, but with his or her treasury of friends
as they view themselves through your vocabulary lens.
Like a volcano, earthquake or cyclonic spout
your nemesis can’t help but hear your shout.

3/22/2023

Core Upped

My ballot arrived in the mail
Like a skull & crossbones in gaol
But what gets my goat
If I do not vote
Then the GOP will prevail*

*For the Trumps to escape prosecution,
only the number of Republicans
elected to Congress matters;
quality, issues, and the future of
the USA are irrelevant to the GOP!

Trixie Gives Up

Curious cats and plebian pirates do not mix well.
When white skull and crossbones are flying lopsided.
Derelict dogs and wily witches try casting a spell.
My imagination is being ridiculously overexcited. 

My muse is throwing in damsels, dragons and robins gray
Along with Christmas tree ants and squirrels that play 
I hear her deep heartfelt languishing sighs of dismay 
As she tries to control me yet again today.

The Evils of Crt

They sat home ordering luscious pizza.
Some just drank cold beer or snorted pot.
Nothing was “ really” going to happen!
As they rode unicorns, this lost, hapless lot.

Stoned efficaciously, by the likes of CNN.
America haters, all, each last one of them.
And we citizens buy their “merde”daily.
Will grovel on the earth, cracking jokes
about the future.
Have you forgotten Hitler or Stalin?
Read their writings and on films is their
inhumanity to man.

This CRT is just the beginning...
To apologize for your color and past!
Insane beyond words is such thinking.
Endorsed by the so called “educated”?

A skull and  crossbones, no free thought
allowed!
Shining, screaming, unfurled, on their most
disgusting mast!
Bow to the ground, you of wrong color and 
confess, you are America’s most evil past.

                            7/8/2021

                  No, not for any contest!!!

Mood Marketers

They tell you what to love,
and who to hate

Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate

Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air — 

Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell

Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well

Create your con-sumer reality
with jingo slogans
as the purchase item guide

Ad hocking violent buy-products,
guaranteed to keep 
your gunpowder tears dry

Sob heavy metal tales
of forged wails
is the pitchfork tongue cry

They tell you what to hate,
and who to love

Bend the knee,
profess unwavering loyalty

To the money sign satellite
passing up above

Feel free to 
empty inventory please
those remote control, Mood marketers

Let the gold chain ticket stub
be the glass ceiling snub
worth of 
your commercial existence

Nil grieve to 
never promissory leave
the debt dole, repo soul carpetbaggers

Mein Kampf Self Imprisoned Gulag

Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag

Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark

scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark

covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades

bajillion times more
ferocious than a shark
oppressive teeth gnashing
jawbreaking, human prey stark

dead meat, bleak fin de siecle lifespan
razor sharp teeth trademark
death sentence worse
than totalitarian regime,

emasculating, defeating, crushing any spark
to muster livingsocial jackknifing
sole ambition waiting, Clark
Kent (alias superman) powerless,

thus letting me die non staining watermark
as permanent solution
freeing relentless gravestone mark
piercing, sundering, and vitiating

against nemesis, sans panic attacks
exacerbated by infiltrated FARC
militia firearms at the ready,
where soul will peacefully park
amidst cognoscenti immune to snark!

The Greatest Showman

The greatest showman came to town 
Completing verbal acrobatics.
Taming verbs  into free verse.
He made us laugh and made us cry
He made us feel alive.
When the greatest showman came to town.
Turning words into sonnets.
Juggling lines into epic ballad’s.
To woo us with his words of wisdom.
Performing prose to epic levels.
Then a flood light falls on the showman
As he announces the star performance.
It’s john lindley reciting, Love and crossbones .

Common Thread Second Strand Za

Skull and Crossbones alumni) 
passed along ancestral line when 
cock sure rooster spent 
     however long with a hen
     guaranteed supply grunt workers     
oxymorons helpless to get even.
“Bosses” male ordure 
     trained as prospective 

     male pecking wives, 
     who with Robbie 
     didst rig the game to win 
endemic nepotism deeply entwined 
     from one to the next kith and/or kin,
rode shotgun, viz nemesis 
     resorting to: “silent treatment”
against protesting lumpenproletariat 

     boot gnome hatch 
     against hardy thrive 
     off crene della creme limn
back before thyme 
     bred from for
     gotten slight, min
us school Kudzu, gone
 
     now and agin 
gastronomically ferociously carniverous 
     selected and enveloped 
     postal stamping brutes 
     rampant suffocating nin
come poops figurative 
     thorn in side of aristocracy 
     heavy-duty industrial strength
 
     pesky original pin 
sir blithely festered, 
     nursed, and stewed 
     from unforgotten 
     perceived or actual slight
engendering infinite yawning voids 
     defying aid of Patch Adams 
     or Doctor Quinn.

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