Har, ya say it aren't so.
Yer holds a black spot.
Ye won't live to be old.
Grow short on the clock.
We want that, Gold.
Those cobs in a box.
Nice to know ya Munroe.
Pistol shot, flintlock.
Categories:
flintlock, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I should get a smart phone
but i'm 73 and don't give a toss.
Black history is about ***** folks - who knew?
No, I will NOT untuck my shirt!
I have come to the conclusion
that loosely knit realities
do not unravel like the uptight kind -
it's a tremendous relief.
A flintlock musket
is not as handy as a Glock
but it's so pretty
and you can use it to hammer nails.
This wisdom is free
and cannot be exchanged, redeemed
or returned.
Categories:
flintlock, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
flintlock, adventure, appreciation, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
I wasn’t looking for love.
She just whispered in my ear.
Couldn’t trust a word she said,
But it sounded so sincere.
Boldness when called for is purpose enough.
Kindness when asked for should not be refused.
But let us consider the question of motives;
What use to be married if not to be used?
I wasn’t pining for love.
I had problems of my own,
But she hooked me from the start
Like a shady payday loan.
Leaves in the gutter, fresh from the fall.
Typical autumn, full moon and all.
Home for the evening, time on my hands,
Flintlock ambitions, gunpowder plans.
I wasn’t yearning for love.
No one ever gets it right.
A smuggler’s moon is what I need,
Not expensive candlelight.
Portraits and landscapes, abstract affairs,
Tokens of lovers’ unanswered prayers.
Burnt toast appointments; not much to miss.
I’ve gotten over worse things than this.
I wasn’t hungry for love.
It should ripen on the vine.
I played the gent by standing up
Got a knife blade from behind.
I wasn't looking for love.
Categories:
flintlock, break up,
Form: Lyric
6/25/21
It began with a tip off
This ain't the time or place for flip flops
God damn boy, I sip lots
It was or wasn't a twist off
Using glass instead of a zip lock
While pushing for past the tip top
Bi*** stop
You can kick rocks
It pops
Off a lot
Some do the Crip walk
Far too often people s*** talk
In a fit of rage, many got flipped off
Afterward there was six shots
From a gripped Glock
Not no flintlock
For those that witnessed it shocked
A continual drip drop
And constant tick tock
Regarding real life realize it's not
No game or one bit soft
Had ups and downs but never did stop
On any side of the hill top
While below or on a cliff top
Remained grounded or reached lift off
Gone beyond hip hop
Remained in a gridlock
All of it brought
Happiness or being pissed off
Felt emptiness or filled to the top
Adapt, move on, remember opportunity still knocks
You either will or will not
Could end it all if I pill pop
While wearing a silk top
Went right for the kill shot
Categories:
flintlock, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
ottoman empire
soldier fight your fighting style
with knife,with flintlock
Categories:
flintlock, history
Form: Haiku