May be guns are self-explanatory
for already something is something
or cute cutlass and one local farmer
hoe or digger?
or somehow a carpenter hammer
or nail?.
The reason may be still self-
explanatory- can we only
rely on contemporary or sometimes
harking?, the west woke up
in the morning and born
the west said nothing except
a passion for memory and joy
how should we then smother and smother?.
There is a little Pirate Girl,
Her name is Captain Alanna,
She wears a Jolly Roger on her hat,
And she loves bananas.
She sails on a Pirate ship,
Across oceans and seas,
Swashbuckling and hunting treasure,
In between having afternoon teas.
No other ships or crew are safe,
When Captain Alanna sets sail,
They see her ship on the horizon,
That’s when they tremble, then turn pale.
If anyone makes her angry,
They’re made to walk the plank,
She hides her treasure on desert islands,
It isn’t in any bank.
She prefers to drink apple juice,
She’s not too keen on rum,
A happy pirate girl she is,
And hardly ever glum.
With her crew she’s bossy,
She calls out “All hands on deck”,
“Arrrrgh”, they all reply,
Then whisper “Oh heck”.
There’s a parrot on her shoulder,
A patch over her right eye,
She’s ruthless with her cutlass,
Enough to make grown men cry.
Afternoon naps are forbidden,
She sleeps when she’s ready,
Snuggled up with her trusty sidekick,
The one that she calls Teddy.
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said.
We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads.
He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us.
I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss!
Peter the Pelican is actually trying to get us all to agree.
To overpower the captain and have a gay mutiny
We did not know what to do, so we lied through our teeth.
He did not believe some of us, we walked the plank and fell underneath.
Once upon a time,
A pirate ship came to mind.
Large and flowing,
With figure head all knowing.
Leading the ship day and night,
Into the latest pirate fight.
Brought many a ship's crew to their knees.
When Esmerelda held her cutlass high,
Squinted about with her one good eye.
The first mate squirreled,
In a hurry,
To turn the rudder left or right.
Failure to obey,
Would send the first mate to walk the plank,
Into the sharks as he sank!
.
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 ')
her heart was pounding
there was a knife at her throat
she knew she was going to be murdered
her mouth refused to open to scream
worst nightmare ever
he was full of pride
having shown his love interest
a marvelous night of sensuality
he rolled over and hugged his body pillow
his mother was relieved
when the sighs stopped and the snoring started
she was a pirate queen
fierce with a cutlass and a blade
no one will ever hurt me again! She vowed
her crew was respectful and responsive
they rushed to her aid in every battle
he knew there were monsters in the closet
why didn’t mommy see that?
he could hear one breathing deeply under the bed too
It is horrible being the only one who knows
Thought the four-year-old
There are pelican prints on this map the suspicious sea captain said.
We all denied seeing a fowl using his desk, for we wanted our heads.
He had a cutlass and was not afraid to use it on any of us.
I know you know about Peter, he said. He’s an ornery cuss!
Peter the Pelican is actually trying to get us all to agree.
To overpower the captain and have a gay mutinee.
We did not know what to do, so we lied through our teeth.
He did not believe some of us, we walked the plank and fell underneath.
my throat could be cut
open guts, but not gutless
with crystal cutlass
the tongue might be bold and wise
rain pours from skies; no disguise
THRUST AND SLASH
A sword in a scabbard, hung from the belt
For the Teutonic Knights, it costs much geld
Heated and tempered but it does not melt
Most blades are l straight and double sided
Easy to draw as the long blade is guided
To the old Eastern mind, such is derided
The Moorish influence is in Toledo still
With a special steel that is designed to kill
For fancier guardsmen it would fit the bill
A cutlass is curved with cupped brass guard
Designed for slashing when stabbing is hard
But need sharpening if the edge is marred
Knives however, like most daggers, are hid
An arm for a lady to grip, and quietly slid
Ready for determined action, as many did
Some thin to a point, as a poignard will do
But there are other places to find them too
As for a Scot in a sock, that’s a Skean Dhu
'2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19' entry, 03 Nov 2022. Sponsor=Mark Toney
I have with concern been lamenting
With my chilly fears augmenting:
A young promising morning might soon age
And a planter close a helpless page …
My muscles are dying for a cutlass,
My strength enough to not seek a lass
My nostrils fish out odorless fertilizers;
The sparks in my eyes Advertisers
I shouldn’t ears supply with any story,
Now, I could from Ants snatch their Glory …
Through and through An Agricultural Mind
To more farm implements find;
A new day might start ageing like my father
As time further does its race farther.
Canonball by Pearcemelville
Canonball tearing throughtimbertthick
planks
Canonball rips thrufleshthroughout
theotherside a hole;:
canonfire CANONBALL!
Fszzt fzt Water wave
Cutlass STrikes
Daggers dag
Flintlock singles out
assassination
Pirate swing from boomrope
Young Naval Guards stand firm
BooM!! Canonfire
BooM!
Pirate ship
Due Archipelago
Naval Fleet Frigate
limps to Harbour Home
Bones that night work cut out
not a numbbing aggennt
to ease a groan...
Pirate Ship
due archipelago
Following One Star
Threads through reef
hidesincove drops anchor
Water Main concern
Waiting for Tide to turn to test
mettleagainstreefrock
Rockyreefsrock
Rockyreeff
Rockyreefsrock
rockyreefs
REEFSSS
reefrockysh
RRsshh
Waves against the timberhull
Porpoises flew dived
Seagull scrounging circling
windwinding round
pirateship
Set for plunder richness
Following one star North
Some of our finest literary writing
Is found in rebuttal and debate
Especially when it is logical, reasoned,
Well-written, or cogently spoken
Like writings of Madison and Paine
And speeches of Lincoln and Douglas
Too often, these days, anger prevails
Striking as if with a sharp cutlass
What, I wonder, is to be the gain?
Taking a position for a token …
To gain notice for a season …
I have especially noticed of late
That debate seems more like fighting.
written January 20, 2022
[poem is composed using my reverse
rhyme scheme abcdef/g/fedcba
Ocean surge, reflecting moon
Mermaids, sirens swim and swoon
Haunting song, night and day
Tethered boat just sailed away
Seadog specter with loud cuss
Shot himself with blunderbuss.
Erstwhile pirate ship revealed
Crew long dead their fate was sealed
Zombies scale tattered rigging
Captain Kyd counts his shilling
Sound of cutlass, who walked plank?
Bag of bones with chains that clank.
Lighthouse spread its haunted light
Spirits jump in mad delight
Ghostly antics in the deep
From Davey’s Locker spirits seep
Ocean boils with mystery
You and I will never see
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Hullabaloo22
I wish to be a child again if only for a day
Happiness, joy and fun endless hours spent in play
Time to imagine all sorts of impossible things
Dinosaurs skipping and Hippopotami with wings
Parties, swing parks, carousels and fairs
Fairies, gnomes and goblins, leprechauns and big hairy bears
A child can be anything it wants to be
Nothing is impossible with a child's innocent imaginary
One day a pirate, Long John Silver no less
Complete with a black eye patch and a cutlass to impress
A child would wave the cutlass around pretending to be strong
Giving orders to the crew, because he was Long John
Children don't need to be amused they don't have that need
Their vivid imagination is more than adequate to feed
Their enquiring minds without any shades of grey
Everything is black and white to them
It's a shame that cannot stay
Alas! The time has come,
For me to board.
Attack!!!
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