Wind lashed fronds whip a neck twisting air.
Florida bleeds green.
A large woman in a rainbow muumuu,
a toy poodle pushed tightly into her folds
wades into the storm determined
to bring a hurricane to heel.
The land has now flooded high enough
to expose alligator snouts.
The Cajun navy hoists its Jolly Roger,
golf carts are boarded,
elderly men in white and tartan shorts
are reluctantly rescued.
A badly shaken sunset dives for cover.
Along an invisible shoreline Tiki lights
twinkle on.
There is a little Pirate Girl,
Her name is Captain Alanna,
She wears a Jolly Roger on her hat,
And she loves bananas.
She sails on a Pirate ship,
Across oceans and seas,
Swashbuckling and hunting treasure,
In between having afternoon teas.
No other ships or crew are safe,
When Captain Alanna sets sail,
They see her ship on the horizon,
That’s when they tremble, then turn pale.
If anyone makes her angry,
They’re made to walk the plank,
She hides her treasure on desert islands,
It isn’t in any bank.
She prefers to drink apple juice,
She’s not too keen on rum,
A happy pirate girl she is,
And hardly ever glum.
With her crew she’s bossy,
She calls out “All hands on deck”,
“Arrrrgh”, they all reply,
Then whisper “Oh heck”.
There’s a parrot on her shoulder,
A patch over her right eye,
She’s ruthless with her cutlass,
Enough to make grown men cry.
Afternoon naps are forbidden,
She sleeps when she’s ready,
Snuggled up with her trusty sidekick,
The one that she calls Teddy.
In Dylan Thomas's word play is read,
That hunched houses, blind as moles, are spread,
Like covers, feather-downed,
To hush and muffle any sound,
The moon dares make, sneaking overhead.
Town named 'Bugger All' backwards, parades
Its hang-over from late night charades,
Not a voice can be heard,
Not a breath, not a word,
As the moonlight creeps in, wearing shades.
In Under Milk Wood it's black as black.
It's crow-black, bluesy black, harking back,
To times long gone, dispelled,
When tiny towns were spelled,
For one to reconsider its quack.
Seas are fishing boat bobbled to rage.
Boys dream bad, on jolly roger stage.
Shops in mourning do moan.
Dumbfound town folks do groan.
Too late cock, morning's long up on page.
For whom shall I vote?
There are too many voices
saying come here, don't go there.
If I'm not cold I'm at least lukewarm
to political drones throwing stones;
the demented or the dictator?
I might look elsewhere.
If I vote for the Prohibition Party
will I have to give up my vices?
Perhaps I'll just roll the dices~
if they land on thirteen or the old Jolly Roger,
maybe I'll become the three thousand and first
member of the primed Pirate Party!
Captain Tabby Longtail stands
Like Ahab at the helm,
His Jolly Roger flying high
Above his salty realm.
He’ll keelhaul your scurvy carcass
If you give him any bull,
And he’ll make you walk the plank, mate,
If his food dish isn’t full.
His name was Jolly Roger.
Our friendly ice-cream man.
Often licked but never beaten,
was the slogan on his van.
recall your childhood
when you were so unaware of being a child
walking with swinging arms
babbling with chatter box like a brook
unencumbered by opinions, beliefs
unspoiled by graces and airs
unaware of age and wrinkles
when everyone was treated the same
open to suggestions, real and fanciful
unabashedly self-centered
used to be being spoilt and gushed upon
tugged like puppet on adult hand strings
so readily swayed by silliness and bribes
yet so hard to be shifted away from this to that
when tantrums popped-up to show displeasure
not ashamed to ask question about difficult things
never caring about the day and date
never caring about being early or late
when all was play, and being creative
with the simplest of things.
Imagining pirates and Jolly Roger.
playing with lumps of wood in sandpit
seeing dump trucks, and bulldozers
play embellished with sound effects
grins and smiles, totally absorbed.
Perhaps its time to bring back
the childlike love of play, joie de vie
and the simple tiny-handed grasp of life
showing such freedom, liberté
devoid of consequences.
The bubble you burst is my pride of command
The trouble you cursed by the chide of my band
The fool that is me is no true folly dodger
Perhaps what you see is a blue Jolly Roger
Taken from "Thru Maritime Miles 7-A Pirates Plea"
Prepared for the "Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest"
Submitted on August 31,2020
Comfortable in her own skin seems weird, and supercalifragelisticexpialadocous.
The last dog hung also rather strange, as well as win one for the Gipper.
Then we Americans throw in references to Pinocchio and the Little Red Hen.
Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum. No Jolly Roger fans then?
Abracadabra. Just a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down.
The old college try.
The foreign exchange student stops writing and stares at me.
Shouldn’t it be the young college try?
I have no words to explain this.
Gulls
Cry brings
Ghost Rider
Pirates shimmer
Jolly Roger flies
Mist unfurls sails
Empty decks
Forever
More
SHIVER ME TIMBERS!
Once a cut-throat and cannon ball dodger
Now a one legged salty old codger
But when ship enters docks he
Will look up an old doxy
And hoist up with a good Jolly Roger
Hoist
the Jolly Roger
atop the mainsail
we're heading
for Bermuda
with the wind
on our tail.
Tattoos at Wal-Mart
Went to Wal-Mart and we were spell-bound
By all the people you would see around
With their tattoos having skin mutilated
And to go back again have always hated.
But according to all of the latest noise
We really don't possibly have a choice
That's when my wife started saying NO WAY
Us each having to go there almost everyday.
Every other week to me is more then enough
Even if things are getting rough as well as tough
Again, saw enough to make you weep and groan
Woman's arm wore a Jolly Roger with a cross bone.
Can you imagine going to Wal-Mart standing in line
After buying bottle of wine along with a Valentine
Day's card which was all that they could afford
Yet, they still kept saying they loved the Lord.
I'm sure I must need my head to be examined
And always forever will end up flipping my lid
Knowing going to Wal-Mart is quite a venture
Seeing woman with arm having a crab and pincher.
I ain't lying either. Them are the facts. I put sick
down for a category because the whole thing was.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn, Retired Veteran
We ride across the desert sands
Like pirates out at sea.
Two Humvees accompany me
12 gypsies all we be
We fly the Jolly Roger, a symbol
Big and bold,
We sail a cross the desert sand
Happy pirates what we be.
We sport heavy fire power as we
Sail for liberty.
We have a cast of characters and a captain that be me.
We get our sailing orders and plot and plan you see.
We have a deadly mission, to capture these faces for there atrocities, they display them on playing cards
That makes them easy to see.
We are the sand gypsies that's what we are you see,
So If you happen to see us, with the black flag flying proud, it's just us sand Gypsies 12 jolly bastard were told, you will hear our music playing give me shelter is what it will be, we're just Out on a mission sailing across the desert sea.
The Pirates
Pirates were around in the 16th century, they flew the
Jolly Roger/Scull & Crossbones and would loot and pillage
Ships at sea, for their rich cargo and gold doubloons
Over the years they have moved to land in guises as
Highwaymen and bushrangers, outlaws that steal money
As well as gold and defy the law. In modern times the
Pirate has become an even bigger threat to the film and
Music industry by bootlegging copies on videotape and
Disks, robbing performers and actors of their rightful
Royalties. Now in the days of the Internet, the pirate or
Modern day version known as a scammer, creates
All sorts of evil ways to attain money on hoax activities
Dating sites and social networking even through networks
With items for sale. Yes hoaxes and scams make up about
Seventy percent of Internet activities, which goes
Unpoliced, with people losing large ammounts of money
To these unscroupulous people every day. Can they be
Stopped? The answer is a mystery, as the world is losing
It's innocence to unstoppable theives we call pirates.
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