Davey Poems | Examples

The Best Fly Catcher

Though a doctor or a lawyer in my parents' eyes, 
I eschewed that to become the best at catching flies. 
I could have been a doctor (if I had been wise).
From their graves, I can still hear their tortured cries,
"When will little Davey finally realize
there's more to life than being best at catching flies?"

Ballad of war

If circumstance glimmer 
   to peace 
   it may glimmer to war
   and not the least something 
    so may be indifferent. 
   The world is so much shapening:
   A little less is pieceful
     and a little less is like waw?. 
  Who will mis store his/her
   pepper assuming before the 
   market davey?. 
     Or fail to harnesse let say tomatoo
    even though amidst damn. 
  Should  we not  keep our 
    feelings and passions robust 
   and glee however?.

The Briny Deep

One night out upon the raging sea,
In a storm so dark the stars did flee,
When in a moment a massive wave,
Sent a ship to a cold, watery grave.

From another deck, a wreath was thrown,
For the brave crew that joined Davey Jones,
Red roses that marked an unknown spot,
A simple act done with profound thought.

Those of the sea spurn long morbid woe,
But give honor to those lost below,
In a sea that offers much can take,
Friend and foe that demands great respect.

Upon the shore, gentle waves roll in,
Bringing a message from those brave men,
True mates resting in that murky den,
“Given the chance, we’d all sail again.”

Not to sail again is thought amiss,
Fear of the oceanic abyss,
And its haunting terror cannot keep,
Men from sailing o’er the briny deep.

Pirate of the Sea

He sailed the seven seas
said just let our ship be
we'll drink our ale and rum
sail until our days are done

We drank barrels and barrels of rum
drank until sick and our bodies done
poison now running in our veins
drunken we did not get up again

Over time we became a pile of bones
Davey Jones locker now called home
once a pirate on the seven sea
all the drinking was the death of me.

The Eye Doctor Said I Should Take Up Boxing

Ocular hypertension and
A couple of jabs here

I read the letters on the chart and
Threw in the towel

But she was adamant 
The connotations

Pay-per-view Las Vegas
Ears bitten 

Jubba-jubba-jib-jab and
A bathroom meteorologist 

I got the receptionist
In a headlock 

I didn't kill Davey Moore
But I made another appointment and

Promised her the next time I was in
I would be the heavyweight champion of the world

The Tempest's Flail

Epigraph:

When Sailors go to Sea,
and seek distant lands.
As every man Knows,
The Reaper's at Hand.
So, that's how it Goes
and that's how it stands.
When Sailors go to Sea,
And seek Distant lands.

On thirty-foot waves,
Now rides their plight.
The scraps of shorn sails,
By low lantern light.

Most steering Gone,
lost at last sight,
Would the ship founder,
or float through the night?

A tempest Hurricane,
was the battered ships Bane.
all souls' thoughts the same.
Would the shivering Timbers,
Capsize or slip under?
Which Sum would become,
Old Davey Jone's Plunder.

On thirty-foot waves,
Through crest and vale.
The old Salts knew Why,
When the unseasoned Paled.


The Tempest Flailed,
throughout the night.
They pumped and bailed,
for their Mortal Live's.

Then they went on,
in eighty knot flail
No rest or relent.
When the Tempest Assails.


The sinking ship survived,
with All soul's alive.
As the crew rigged Mast's,
Land Ho! A Sailor cried.
Thank God at Last,
Piped the Bo' Sun's blast.

Palmistry Sunday With Nikita Something

I see that your life has had many interruptions 
Due to misguided assumptions, faulty guidance,
And a lack of fundamental education from the start.
You were thoroughly indoctrinated in orthodox mythology
And kept sheltered from the cold harshness of the truth.

You are particularly religious in most everything you do.
You make a dedicated service of ritual and routine, 
As a sacramental passage from yesterday to tomorrow.
You are religious to a fault, but not at all spiritual.
You have learned to survive without vain superstitions.

How many angels, saints, and unicorn saviors
Could dance on the back of a crackerjacks box
While you faithfully watched Davey and Goliath
Before you went to mass every Sunday morning?
When you’ve found the answer to that, go tell it on the mountain.

Never Forget

Parody of
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Songwriters: Elton John / Bernie Taupin / Davey Johnstone


Don't ever forget
that day, that our lives were taken
let our people recall, how the towers did fall,
and the soul of our nation was shaken.

Don't stumble now
now that you've come so far
remember how, you stood arm in arm
united as one, filled with pride.

Don't let our deaths be in vain
cast out false pride
and remember our names
remember the mothers
remember the fathers
all of the lives lost on that September

Don't tell us that we died in vain.

Don't ever forget
that day, that the world was shaken
let the people recall, how the towers did fall
and the heart of our nation was broken.

Don't stumble now 
stand up and fight for what's right
cause after all, if America falls
who will survive, where evil thrives

Don't let our deaths be in vain
swallow false pride, because we are the same
you are my brother
you are my sister
we are a family, made of all colors

Don't tell us that we died in vain

The Battle of Kings Mountain, Nc

Patrick Ferguson and the battle of Kings Mountain

He rode up to the mountain in great haste
planning vile acts, and much wonton waste.
Hiding, the whigs taunting, scattered about.
They were in waiting, the mountain through out.

Brave volunteers were on the docket.
John, the father of Davey Crocket
Ready to give his life, so long ago
just as his son Davy at the Alamo.

Ferguson sat on his steed, the pampas ass.
That’s about the worst thing I can say’
without being completely crass. 
Little did he know this was his last day.

A small conference upon their steeds underway.
While shots periodically rang among the fray.
Then Ferguson’s second Lieut. spying a whig
trained his pistol...following that dirty “pig”

But God took a stand on the mountain that day
He ended the conflict in his own absolute way.
The lieut’s hand and his gun with certain disdain,
 trailing the whig, fired into the general’s brain.
  Charles Grady Henderson
    Feb. 13, 2020,,,Have rewrit several times, hope this is the best.

I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Captive to the wind and season
Storms around me raged with fury 
I was becalmed without reason

Oh, the wind was fickle some days
And at times it would cease to blow
Then I would meander softly
Unpropelled and no place to go

'Twas the sea and it kept me there
The domain of mermaids and whales
I was akin to Davey Jones
And belonged in seafaring tales

The wind in the mast sails afloat,
Is enough for those of us so chosen
A salty yarn of days long gone
Of a trip with a drunken bosun

Oh, I would go back to the seas
If I were of able body
All I ask's a fellow rover
And a full tankard of toddy

1-29-20
Contest: Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire
"I wandered lonely as a cloud' by William Wordsworth
Sponsor: Silent One

Davey Crockett

Davey Crockett
Moved to Texas to fill up his pocket
But how could he know
They would get huffy at the Alamo

1-20-19
Contest: Educate Me With Humor
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Shipwrecked Fool

I am a shipwrecked fool don't you know
battered by the ocean of you
how could I let myself sink so deep
where the depth of you will forever be my keep

later down the road, they'll find my bones
next to the chest of Davey Jones
hand in grip, heart adrift 
a shipwrecked fool with nothing left

Woman On the Beach

If you would but listen closely
You could hear her whisper his name.
This was their beach not long ago,
But it could never be the same.

It was just on that horizon -
The same point that she can still see.
He was so close to coming home
To a love that now cannot be.

A wedding dress hangs in silence.
The bouquet has wilted to brown.
Invitations lay on her desk
Untouched since his trawler went down.

The day was bright the sea was calm
'Til a rogue wave struck him abeam.
The boat was splintered - all was lost,
Perhaps just time for one faint scream.

He died in one hundred fathoms.
A lost soul that was never found.
She hears his laughter in each wave,
And thanks the Lord for that sound.

She may lose her mind one calm day.
If so it will be by the sea -
Or she may fall in love again
If Davey Jones will set her free.

11-5-18
For contest Tell Me A Story 2 for Brenda Chiri
Poem for photograph number 2, Woman On The Beach

The Mighty Frigate

Let us make ready and set sail
This mighty frigate will prevail
We will see what we will see
Mother Sea is calling me

The Mainsail, Lanteen and Jib are set
First Mate, Boatswain and crew are the best yet
Captain is on the Bridge planning our bearing for today
Orders all hands on deck, prepare to wake way

Anchors aweigh, the harbor is behind and the wind is at our stern
Frigate Constellation is swift and powerful the crew will soon learn
First Mate is at the sextant, compass and bell
"Ahoy Mates!" the wind fills our sails, all is well

Waves crash our bow, course set straight as the crow flies
Over Davey Jones's Locker where sea mysteries lie
Captain is confident, we will see what we will see
I will sail this ship, Mother Sea is calling me

Riptide Wilderness

Lunar swimming in angry cerulean torrents
swiftly as primeval passing of blue equinox
sea-born of indomitable nautical command
to envelop cloaked within mother the ocean

Remembering in-utero wild amniotic hunger
I dive deep submerged inside Poseidon's lair
Senses burning alive tribal inebriated oxygen
embryonic aquatic kingdom, vibrancy revealed

Strong, steady, maritime language fathered 
techniques of stout heartedness hold strong & fast
as I scan deep the watery sapphire horizon
multitudes of planktonic organisms weave dancing

The harrowing, drowning sailors sinking titanic ship's
watery struggles plunging to Davey Jones locker
obeisance to the kingdom the fisherman warned
no safety or surprise for the iconoclastic swimmer

Submarine amygdala hijack tsunami unfolding
losing myself to wave patterns monstrous in my brain
luminescent molecules reverberate to my touch
Gliding through hidden cephalopod realms

Spiralling up microscopic kelp-laden kingdoms
I rise to kiss the air with salt-water gasping
This holiest oceanic communion does heal
all my riptide scars, delivered within lands prison

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