Long Buccaneers Poems

There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
    till Death its message sends.
They built a...

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"An X-Mess Carol"

Somewhere standing barefoot
in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure
“This is the KORO SEA!” and
conjured up a multitude of story scenarios
Buccaneers, Pirates Parlay, Treasure Maps, 
Davy Jones Locker, Jack Sparrow, Ho’es
you know, those...

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O! Ferocious temptress of the land, sea and air.
Spread not thy leathery wings in fancy flights.
From the generic evolution, into future clones.
Lust raptures into unknown worlds of imagination.
		
Amazon warrior of deadly desires,
Hold my sword, it...

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Henry Morgan was an admiral of the Royal Navy
In his time, commissioned, but most found him crazy
Such that the Spanish called him a pirate rebellious
Whilst he considered himself with the truth not hazy

He took Campeche...

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The Bass Strait sealing rush began in eighteen-o-three,
where at least a dozen vessels were wrestling with the sea,
for the China trade was booming, for the want of skins and oils.
This was the first real export,...

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There is an adventure to be written 
From my perch where I be sitting 
Two characters my imagination see 
A relationship story to be told late in the day over tea 
There is an honest...

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This man o' war,
comandeered!
By men to be feared,
the likes you never saw

The hunt for gold doubloon
in the Spanish Main
Must end soon,
the buccaneers getting restless again

To take a treasure ship as a prize
To see,such wealth with...

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Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems,
You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. 
Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook,
You have to...

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(absurdly enough, a true story)

Four centuries ago this year
(believe me, for I’ve checked!)
Britain and Spain jointly adhered
to the Treaty of Utrecht.

They’d been at war so long before,
concerning – of all things –
the British right, as...

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SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a...

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To the north are the gators 
Growling “see you later” 
Then going south 
Playing French quarters with their mouth 
“We love our Hurricanes
And bit coin games 
Hitting the table 
Making a basket if able 
And...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of...

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The sails billow as they catch the wind
White crested waves put our ship a sway
To portside ye mates and scalawags
The merchant's ship shall be our prey

Fly their country flag the captain yells
So at twilight they...

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A vociferous yowl came down to earth and slaughtered my soul
I was in deep sleep, lids were lead, and dreams were wavering spool
My problem sat on groove, heavy-hearted like slushy interference 
Passage of time was...

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He stands upon the salty,slippery deck,
Yelling yaargh matey ,
with a halfhearted pirate drawl.
He's not to impressed with himself,
not an eyepatch or wooden leg,
not even a hooked claw.
The parrot on his shoulder,
is a wannabee,
a sparrow that...

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Down in the crypt where the caskets lie
And dust stirs up when trucks go by
Giggling sounds, not moans and groans
From the tomb of Skelton Bones

When the trucks go by no more
No light peeks beneath the...

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My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Always languid and tropical at dawn.

It’s a country where the crowing of roosters
Revives everybody every morning
It’s a country...

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The fighting lulled for a moment
                          We were waiting for...

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Sail most by north, by west the least, 
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the colour of custard, 
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
where locals speak like buccaneers, 
calling...

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My friend - I’ll call her Brandi -
asked where do you get all your candy?
I said you may find this hard to believe, 
but I always keep a few Twix up my sleeve.

I read about...

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You all must read Sara Kendrick’s poem the “Chicken” before reading this one!!!!
Thanks Sara for giving me such a great idea!!!!!

Broadways.... "Chicken Play"

The stage was dimly lit
For the opening of this play
The crowd was clucking...

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Buccaneers of love
In the love legends
Not resembling the angels 
But they are prophets of the hearts
Their revelation
The true love 
The endless love
The renewed love
Appreciating love
Living for the love
Dying for the love

Buccaneers of love 
Prophets of...

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Henry Morgan is my name
Being a pirate is my fame

A landlubber wasn't for me
Fortunes were made at sea

From port and starboard cannons roar
Through Spanish ships cannonballs tore

Strike your colors or face our scorn
Cutlass and pikes...

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Like wild buccaneers
on a partying raid,
they came ashore.
Fierce waters and winds
wielding their destructive swords
grabbing defenceless trees by the necks:
viciously shaking their hair-like foliage heads;
bending their backs; snatching them up
and throwing them here and there.

With torrential...

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