Davy Jones Poems | Examples

Down the Whale-Road's Stream

Tides
Billow
The boats quake
Her sailors scream
Davy Jones' Locker
Opened its grisly maws
Who can hope for salvation?
When the devils of the whale-road
Cast down wretched tendrils of demise,
Damning poor souls to their watery grave

'Lord!'
They cry,
'Have mercy!'
'Deliver us'
'From this thunderstorm!'
As mighty sails tumble
And the cargo lose their worth
'Til the howling finally ceased
The harpy's screech now a siren's hymn
Drawing the vessels down the whale-road's stream

Pirate's Gold

I went on a journey across the land,
until I got to the beach with it's golden sand.
I was not here for sandcastles and a splash
I've come to collect some more sea-glass.

Some of it is pretty and colourful, but I prefer the black
I want to get as much as possible before I head back.
Black Sea-glass is pirate treasure from what I've been told,
It's etched with silent stories of pirates hunting for their gold.

I can imagine the glass I find as a mug of Pirate rum,
darkened to help prevent it spoiled from exposure to the sun.
"Shiver me timbers" they'd shout, and X marks the spot,
I hope before I go home I've collected an awful lot.

When I get home I'll glue any to my model sea-glass pirate boat,
then when it's complete I'm gonna see if it'll stay afloat.
I've got my fingers crossed that the launch will be no shocker,
and my sea-glass pirate ship ends up like Davy Jones' locker.

In My Comfort Zone

 i can't follow you
   down Davy Jones' locker
      where you now dwell;
        safe at the surface.

Random Rhymes

OLD PRISONER
crusty
trusty

DAVY JONES' LOCKER
deeper
keeper

HOLY COW
divine
bovine

OXYMORON
never
ever

COSTUME MALFUNCTION
hasty
pasty

OVERSTUFFED BRIEFCASE
obese
valise

NINTH PLACE WINNER
Written April 18, 2022
for "A Brian Strand Premier Choice Contest"
sponsored by Brian Strand

Alone In Glass Bottom

Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

                —Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest 2006

ALONE IN GLASS BOTTOM

Alone in glass bottom,
with plankton underneath -
boat’s in midriff of sea.
I’ve plenty of water.
Sink or swim - am I free?

Alone in glass bottom
Should I write a message?
Bottle it up or send…?
Could be my last chance to
navigate and defend.

Alone in glass bottom
Should I fish for a shark
and devour great white fin -
drive it deep in my heart?
Would that too be a sin?

Alone in glass bottom
swirling last gulp of rum,
the famous Davy Jones
frees the gold…and I grieve,
as the deep binds my bones.

4/6/2022
Contest: Form M - Monchielle
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Ocean/Sea
RhymeZone and HowManySyllables.

The Song of the Gunners Mate

Listen, my shipmates and you shall hear
A tale of adventure and a sea career.
I shall never forget that cold clear day
When I left the shore of ‘Gansett Bay.

The sight of my ship was one of joy 
As she lay tethered to a mooring buoy
And on her bows her numbers clear
Ever more grand as our boat drew near.

I had barely stowed my gear away
When the boatswain’s pipe began to play.
‘Now go to your stations, the sea detail.’
My ship and I were about to sail.

And so began  my maiden trip
In my new home, this long gray ship.
Then later, as a a gunner’s mate
In charge of a five-inch-thirty-eight.

How often we were flung about
In our greyhound out at sea
As our dripping forefoot rose and fell
But nowhere could we flee.

Now three decades worth of sea
Has passed beneath my keel
Not all those years were filled with glee
But most were passed with zeal.

My shipmates - now with Davy Jones
And soon I’ll join that crew,
And we’ll all dance on Fiddler’s Green.
On watch, awaiting you.

About the Dead

pink granite headstones
white cross above resting bones
down with Davy Jones
ashes thrown to the four winds
places death’s journey begins

where their spirit is
under massive pyramids
led by Osiris
not toward the Pearly Gates
where just Saint Peter awaits

stored in a grotto
angels singing vibrato
chanting staccato
entombed under earthen mounds
where their artifacts are found

still and decaying
all said to be awaiting
the Second Coming
coffins into the ground thrust
the next stage in dust to dust

A Suicide

Daddy's girl 
Sinks 
To Davy Jones' locker 
Of grief.
Dad's earth-shattering goodbye,
So sudden, cruel.
Suicide, no note.
She's too numb  
To feel the tsunami 
Of looming pain. 
In utter disbelief.
Her best friend 
Mouths " I'm sorry for your loss"
She mutters 
A barely audible "Thank you"
With downcast eyes.
Still numb, in denial.
Pain in her heart unmistakably visible 
On face full of tears. 
Nothing seems to make sense.
She sits up from bed 
Gazing longingly 
Into a tenebrious abyss,
Going through a litany of regrets
And missed warning signs.
A sea of confusion 
Endlessly churning
In her mind, filled...
With one word question, 
"WHY"?


Date written: 12/28/2021

Deep Under the Sea

I was floating on water deep under the sea
Cold sun rays shone down I felt hot and quivery
A mermaid walked by with different sized legs
The battered dressed cod showed off his new kegs.

A bald octopus so furry, you could not see its eyes
The catfish all gathered and barked in surprise
The crabs running frantic sat perfectly still
Whales groaning their songs, laughed it was brill.

I started to feel well so went to the doctor
His name Davy Jones at top down at the locker
He told me I was dead; I felt so alive
We danced in the moonlight that morning at five.


Written 10th September 2021

For The Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest

Sponsored By Charles Messini

Ta Ta Me Hearties

The pirates were all drinking rum and were drunk
And failed to see the treacherous rocks up ahead
There was one almighty crash and the ship sunk
And they ended up in Davy Jones locker all dead.



Written 17th August 2021.

Deep Dive Jive

Divin' Deep down there's guttural
gurgles and burbles
Jivin' in the respirator.
I dive deeper, still deeper
than I've ever been before.
The seabed is littered
with littoral lie-there's
just layin' about,
praying to be picked up
by some swim-on-buy kid like me.

It's a jalopy junk yard down there.
Old shells long discarded by hermit crabs
looking for joyrides in new digs
and sporty convertible squats in RV's.
Shells discarded are great do-uppers
for crabs putting on weight.
No one is homeless down here,
for all shells discarded, 
are reborn to after-lives
decreed indeed by need
in Davy Jones' Locker.

Flight of the Fokkers

[An old joke from longer ago than I care to believe]

The wizened war vet raised his fist in distress
Them Fokkers, he said, they kept coming
Each Fokker that came was as bad as the rest
The sky, full of Fokkers, was humming

First there’s one Fokker and then one more Fokker
Them Fokkers was everywhere
But one silly Fokker met Davy Jones locker
And crashed in the sea over there

The reporter then turned to the viewers
And fearing foul language complaints 
Advised them that ‘Fokker’ ain't swearing
The Fokker’s were old fighter planes 

And Fokkers like every old war plane
We’re flown by the pilots own wits
The vet said a Fokker was as you explain
But them Fokkers was Meschersmidts

Relics of the Blue

They boarded the mighty ship on a fateful trip
 And waved to those ashore who craved a last goodbye,
 The ship set sail without fail as champagne they did sip
 The vessel's might was their delight, what could go awry?

 They had it all, the sea was theirs they had no fears
 They ate caviar from the bar and dined in grand style
 Clinked their glasses with the lasses as they shouted 'cheers'
 But soon they'd find that fate's unkind, and full of guile

 They didn't think the ship could sink
 With pomp and pride they took the ride
 But mightier than it was the iceberg they hit
 'Twas then they knew that out of the blue they'd be captives of the tide

 With lifeboats few they got a clue
 That Davy Jones would keep their bones,
 In the sea, they would forever be, relics of the blue
 And people wailed for the ship that failed, how mighty were its groans

 10-26-2020

Lament

love's aftertaste
from the centrifuge
of flushed toilets
marking it's spiraling descent
from the Perseids of highest heaven
to Davy Jones' locker
one can survive such an excursion
but some do not

we should meet again in a tiger's dream.

Mermaids

Myriads of murmuring marine maidens
Musically musing, making mariners mad;
Floating or frolicking freely and feeding
Feverish fishermen’s fleshly fantasies.
Sensually swimming silvery seductresses
Stripping slobbering sailors of their senses.
Inveigling and inspiring them to inundate the waters
In instant insanity in pursuit of Neptune’s daughters.
To some this may come as a shocker:
Mermaids lured them into Davy Jones’ locker.

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