Contentions,
trespassing frontiers,
trading feuds,
naval wars:
a social rift devised by
Davy Jones locker.
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
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.
i can't follow you
down Davy Jones' locker
where you now dwell;
safe at the surface.
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
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
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.
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.
[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
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.
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.
A mermaid sure caused a commotion
by skinny dipping in the ocean
her body is bare
which makes seamen stare
and dreaming to rub in sun lotion
An angler nets her; it’s a shocker
she struggles, he grabs her left knocker
This makes her irate
and it seals his fate -
he’s consigned to Davy Jones locker!
Both limericks 9,9,5,5,9 - checked with how many syllables
Two Sea Themed Limericks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
7/29/19
The mermaid of legend’s a dish —
The gang of the Locker did wish
A touch of her fame.
Her tail they will frame.
For rum and some gold, they fry fish.
4/11/2019
Pirate Themed Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
*Locker - Davy Jones Locker
crisp white uniform
like pure white ocean foam
his eyes navy blue
for he winked at the sea
his shoes polished squid-ink black
with superior shine
his medals proudly gleam
the Captain grins, wants to salute him
eagerly waits his turn
his fellow seaman — some like him
others hold the jealousy of Davy Jones Locker
but the women love him in droves
some with ulterior motives just to be a Navy wife
swooping necklines, netted stockings
long blond silky hair accost his senses
but on the long watches he serves her
the one he loves best — his country
so he trims his neckline, sharpens
the lines of his tailored pants
and protects the deck
day and night
Davy Jones’ Locker Jolly Rogers Fiddlers’ Green remnants of nightmare
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