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Soudah and Dutchman

 Soudah and  Dutchman 

Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga.

“Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity,

The Flying Dutchman

Hoisted high Black flags sail,
Camouflaged by a misty veil, 
A bow braced with forward guns,
Upon a ship no-one outruns,
This sight was seen through a scope,
A view of horror crushing all hope,
Terror races through the ship,
For they are within Davy Jones grip,
Bustling panic to throw weight over the side,
Anything and everything to save their hide,
Dark swells

The End of the Flying Dutchman, Part Ii

...“Harpoons away,”this ensign said,
“Impact in a minute or less.”
The captain nodded, strange as this was,
they’d picked on the wrong ship to test.

Out on the Atlantic waters
across the waves the missiles screamed,
striking the Dutchman amidships,
blasting the ship to smithereens.

The gory bodies of the dead
were shattered or burned by the blow,
the whole hulk sank beneath the waves,
a

The End of the Flying Dutchman, Part I

You’ve heard of the Flying Dutchman,
the ghost-ship that travels the seas,
there’s countless legends about it,
a great deal of variety.

Some say it’s just cursed to wander,
a result of some ancient sin,
a crew long dead yet still out there,
never to touch dry land again.

Others call it apparition,
that appears when weather is tough,
an omen for those who see

The Flying Dutchman

The wind through the rigging howled
As we were tossed about
Waves so high you could be buried at sea
To the bottom sunk in a trice

Fools we were to be out here
To think, outrun the weather
Caught we were in the storm of storms
These waves as high as mountains

But on we sailed, now too late
Our only hope was

flying dutchman

once a pilot from london

always carried an onion

but when he would speak

his flight crews would freak

so now he brings a bourbon.

Spaced Dutchman

Vacuum of space surrounds his hold
as he leaves the fair Cappellan
Darkness without and bitter cold
he seeks the far Magellan
How far he travels in search of gold
wrinkles line his star tanned face
Shouting I AM the adventurer bold
no echos resound in space
Silence answers he is  alone
darkness whispers its tragedy
the tanned faced turns to bone
an endless voyage

The Flying Dutchman

Off the cape of good hope,
On dead-man’s rocky reef,
A legend from old was born.
Behold The Flying Dutchman, 
Phantom’s driven ghost ship.
Seeking infinities isle beyond,
Mortal fleshes reach.  
The captains wheel sets a
Study coarse full ahead.
Treachery’s boney skeleton walkers,
 Follow his orders without question.
It is the devils own hand picked,
  A madman’s crew,
Hell bound disciples

The Flying Dutchman

The Flying Dutchman
Looms out of the misty night,
Mast and sails glowing, 
Surreal,  such an eerie sight,  
She clearly crosses our bows.

And then the ship disappears.
The look out who first saw her
Falls from the crow’s nest and dies;
And we are all doomed.

Jack Horne for Russell’s Mesh of Forms contest
(Tanka and Dodoitsu)

The Fate of the Flying Dutchman

Gather friends if you care to hear, I’ll favor you with a tale
About the fate of a gallant ship that long ago did sail
Built of the finest teak wood in the year sixteen-thirty-nine
A three mast frigate tall and sleek the pride of the Holland line

One-hundred-twenty-three feet she was from her stern to her stem
She had

Dutchman

mists of memory
haunt the shores of the living
beyond the locker


Inspired by the contest “Ghost Tides” sponsored by Raul Moreno.

The Lost Dutchman Mine

Hidden in the Superstition Mountains, veins over flowing with gold
       Rattle snakes, cactus and the Thunder God stand guard, trespassers beware
                     Now is the old Dutchman"s tomb, location is

Flying Dutchman

Time is not a hearse, it is just a ship
Bearing your best verse on one lengthy trip.

The Curse of the H.M.S. Dutchman

An ancient ship
Black sails raised
They reach for any breeze
Ignored by Calypso
Feared my men and spirits alike
Lost souls wander the unpolished deck
Waiting in unbearable heat
As souls drift by on tattered boats
Screaming for release
Knowing they are bound for eternity
Some scramble aboard
Prisoner of time
Part of a decaying ship
Never able to leave
Watching the land pass by
Cool waterfalls
Lush green forests
Cool

Wrath of the Flying Dutchman

Among the cries of lonesome gull
  A crude cross-slash, grinning skull

  Below the tattered crimson sail
  Those that did weather the fiercest gale
  Noblemen fearfully bow
  Seamen kneel before its prow

  Quiver before the pirate`s might
  A vision of ivory, dark as night
  We slowly conquer waves

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