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LISTEN, MATES, AND LISTEN WELL
TO THE TALE THAT I’M ABOUT TO TELL
ABOUT A PLACE IN AN ANGRY SEA
A PLACE WHERE MEN SHOULD NEVER BE
WAS THERE A SAILOR EVER BORN
THAT DIDN’T FEAR TO ROUND TO HORN?
A PLACE WHERE EVIL DEVILS DWELL
A PLACE THAT HAS THE GATES TO HELL
I’LL TELL YOU ABOUT THE GOOD SHIP CREE
A WHALER ON THE GREAT SALT SEA
OUT OF GLOUCESTER SHE DID SAIL
GOING AFTER THE GREAT SPERM WHALE
FOR MANY DAYS HER COURSE WAS SOUTH
HEADED FOR THE FURIES' MOUTH
AND FINALLY SHE DID REACH THE HORN
AND SAW THE EVIL START TO FORM
A HOWL WAS HEARD WITHIN THE WIND
AND ICY WATERS IT DID SEND
AND CLOSER DID THE GOOD SHIP SAIL
INTO AN ALL-CONSUMING GALE
THIS WAS A STORM
THAT WASN’T THE NORM
WITH WAVES NEAR 60 FEET HIGH
ALL THAT WERE HERE
FELT NOTHING BUT FEAR
AS THE GRAY STOLE THE BLUE FROM THE SKY
CAPTAIN JIM AND FIRST MATE TIM
WERE TIED UP TO THE MAST
SCREAMING OUT THE SAILOR'S PRAYER
THAT THE FURY WOULDN’T LAST
BUT AS WE KNOW, THIS WOULD NOT BE
FOR THIS WAS NOT A NORMAL SEA
THE SPECTER NOW WAS ON THE SHIP
AND FROM HIS FORM THE BLOOD DID DRIP
THE SPECTERS GRIN WAS WIDE AND THIN
WITH TEETH AS SHARP AS NAILS
CRY OUT DID HE, UPON THE SEA
WITH WINDS THAT TORE THE SAILS
WOE IS US, OH WOE IS US
CRIED OUT THE FRIGHTENED CREW
THE PREACHER TOLD US NOT TO GO
AND NOW WE KNOW IT’S TRUE
OUR FATE IS SEALED
THE BOSUN SQUEALED
THE SPECTER WANTS US TOO
OUR DAY IS LOST, AND WE’RE THE COST
IT’S DEATH FOR ALL THE CREW
THEN FROM THE HOLD A BOY SO BOLD
THE PREACHER'S SON WAS HE
A GLOWING CROSS WAS IN HIS HAND
AND FROM HIS LIPS DID HE COMMAND
THE SPECTER TO THE SEA
GET BACK BEFORE I TOUCH THY HEAD
AND LET YOU BURN UNTIL YOUR DEAD
TAKE THY EVIL TO THE SEA
AND DO NOT SINK THE GOOD SHIP CREE
THE SPECTER SCREAMED A MIGHTY SCREAM
AND DANCED UPON THE DECK
AND IN THE AIR HE SWORE DESPAIR
THE SHIP THAT HE WOULD WRECK
THE SPECTER ‘S EYES WERE BURNING RED
AND SLOWLY HE DID CREEP
THE PREACHER'S SON STAYED CALM AS DEATH
TO WAIT THE SPECTERS LEAP
THEN FROM THE CROSS A BRILLIANT LIGHT
BEFELL THE SPECTERS FACE
AND IN FLASH HE TURNED TO ASH
AND LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE
SO THE CREE SAILED ON
THE SPECTER GONE
THE RIGHTEOUS DID PREVAIL
THE SEA NOW CALM AS I LIVE ON
TO TELL ALL OF THIS TALE
We sisters three are scary as scary can be.
Evil is tormented, haunted by choices of her past.
Wicked is hollow, and the most bitter of the three.
Demented is angry, and so cold that her blood turns icy fast.
All paranoid and suspicious in everything they do.
Evil has had her dreams snatched from her grasp.
She feels alone, and her ghosts are from her missing crew.
Her pain is enough to make even the strongest gasp.
Each one is afraid to let anyone breach their wall.
Wicked is a lover who has been badly used.
She never thought she'd love, but eventually she did fall.
Only to be lied to, cheated on and abused.
They only have each other to trust and rely on.
Demented has been the victim of ominous play.
She was captured and used like a chess pawn.
Now all will pay the price and rue that fateful day.
So as you see Evil, Wicked and Demented are strong.
If you see them coming, you might should run and hide.
They will forever be trying to right the wrong.
Be careful if you are a user, a liar, hateful or snide.
’Twas dark of night when the boat came
And tied up at the quay
Where desperate families were waiting
To cross the stretch of sea.
The men who sailed the simple craft
Were all in good spirit.
They helped passengers climb aboard
And showed them where to sit.
The boat was low in the water
But the crew reassured.
The sea would stay calm through the night
So nothing need be feared.
They cast off, the engine chugged.
From home shores they were clear.
An hour on, in dead of night,
They all began to fear.
The full moon cast its silver shine
Providing light enough
To show the ripple build to waves;
The sea was turning rough.
The boat was rolling side to side.
Soon the swell was spilling.
Passengers began to panic
As they started sinking.
Captain and crew had life jackets
And made it to the shore.
But those abandoned families
Were gone for evermore.
I met a Czech now living in Quebec
Very handsome in crisp turtleneck
He tells a sad story about a shipwreck
But now has a highfalutin job here in high tech
Alec loves to strut muscles in a crew neck
Play outdoor hockey and body check
Climb mountains on a challenging trek
Water ski off a summer cottage deck
Answer any pop quiz about the Aztec
Let loose at the swinging discotheque
Draws the line at pretending he knows a speck
About anything related to home ec
One day Alec was about to write a blank cheque
To some random bushwhacking redneck
Who tried to sell him a bushel and a peck
I sent him on a hike as he pulled a quick rubberneck
I told Alec it was his dance moves I’d like to check
And maybe let him nibble a little on my neck
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Airship
How far I’ve flown I neither know nor care.
Much as this open deck my plans are bare.
Of star or compass I have nary need,
But follow as these downy cloud tops lead.
The chilly breezes toying through my hair
Cascade across my skin and jacket flare
While on the bottoms of my booted feet
The engine taps an unrelenting beat.
I acquiesce to gentle bob and sway
Beneath balloon and rigging bloated shape.
Awaiting now the nearly risen sun
I scan the vast expanse and see no one.
And yet, I hear a rumbling of some sort
Then luminescing clouds off to my port
Combusting deep with ever brighter tones
Now booming louder, louder, nearer, NO!
Bombastic airship, cannons bursting now,
Ejected straight at me from out its shroud.
A maniac, that pilot, heaving hard
Just missing our collision by one yard
His tortured face, the horror in those eyes,
For near destroying me, so I surmised,
Until I saw his passing stern ablaze.
Then mammoth winged beast in brutal chase
Erupting, fierce and howling, scales agleam.
The hot concussion of its down-spent wing
That final moment as it thrust away
Forced ship and I and all the world to sway.
Then came the screams, the pounding and a moan
As crew and cargo floundered down below
Caught in the violent swinging disarray.
The flaming ship and dragon sped away
To disappear in yet another cloud.
Our vessel’s motion finally calmed down.
Those lightly injured put the ship aright.
And unspilled rum was quickly spent that night.
Now star and compass were of urgent need.
This damaged vessel and the injuries
Required that we find a ready port
Equipped to lend us aid of every sort.
I searched in haste upending fore and aft
For sextant, compass, and the proper map,
Then finally we found the guiding star
And made for help that wasn’t very far.
By dawn I bid the floating docks goodbye
With only half a crew and resupply
But, now where'er I travel through the sky
I keep the navigation tools nearby.
A Wind Storm At Sea
I sail the ocean blue with my sails up and full of air
Short bursts of wind power my voyage across the earth’s oceans
To the welcoming shores
Courageous men are my crew, for a ship is like an island and their home
~
A storm appears from nowhere
Causing high waves to beat down on the ship
Winds wrench with howls and screams
The men stagger like drunken sailors
There is nothing more frightening than a storm at sea
The crew fights desperately to keep the ship under control
But the waves grow higher with every breath the wind blows
~
The storm eventually becomes still and the waves of the sea hush
Early morning sun illuminates the water around the ship
Everyone is tired after the storm's wrath
The ship has survived once again and we set a course and make a path
Back to safe harbor of the welcoming shores
© 8/28/2015
Contest Name: WIND
Sponsor: SKAT A
The Ship
The sails were white, except the spinnaker.
That was bright blue like the sky above.
In the center was an eagle, wings spread, claws out.
To call her pirate, would be… to do her wrong.
She was more, much more.
Her crew were tall, not under fed.
They came from every nation.
The call, was like a song.
“Come, come to the stars, to lands and worlds far away.”
It was from every mouth, on every breath.
Adventure.
Treasure maps sold at the corner, the five and dime plus.
See everything, miss nothing.
Buy a card to send back home.
Leave it in the box…
At the front.
Words could not express, the music was so sweet.
The draw, the pull, the magic of someplace new…
Responsibility pulling everything down,
like an anchor on reality.
The promise…
let go.
Galactic race tactic was to avoid lactic acid
Build-up in muscles of space rowers seeded
Second in race around Milky Way star stud
In spacecraft flyers, human driven and blasted.
The crew of eight females well chosen and trained
For the galactic bathtub derby in space powered
By oars that warped space time when pulled,
By rowers in spacesuits with ropes on benches tied.
After the seventh star in the galaxy course was rounded.
Exhaustion set in, lactate built up, and muscles seized.
Rowers in agony, faces contorted in pain, panicked.
But then, they remembered their tactic and screamed.
"Drawdown now, we need that milk delivered."
Sound-tripped taps opened, milk from backpacks flowed,
Providing the last surge of power to win, with finish line crossed.
Galactic Milky Way race won, by tactical drawdown of milk lactated.
I have no idea what compelled me
To wonder what my future held
The craze about finding my tomorrows
To view delivers meld
So I decided to decipher my wants
To a Highland Seer I went
The desire to dispel my haunts
Kawasaki 500 sent
v
Sit down and close your eyes
Put your palms on the table
Whilst I shuffle your future be
And allow the cards to enable
.
Silence befell my ears
Thrilled, he spoke about my past
All through my childhood years
To be honest, I'm left aghast
v
He smiled at me as he wrote
Requesting I read it later
He wished me on my journey
This Seer, my future translator
Good evening, from the Highlands News
As we report on a roadside crash
A Kawasaki 500, has left the road
An Ambulance in Emergency dash
To the Hospital the News Crew followed
Having caught up in this saddened case
They were told of what was told inside
In tear fear fold explained
In pain, he whispers into the Paramedics ear
Please read this letter to me
On the opening of the envelope
There were no words to read
.
It seems so long ago
is if in days of old
When the locomotive riding the tracks
always had a red caboose at it's back
Inside the cupola the conductor riding high
if any trouble to the train he could instantly spy
As children would wave is the train would ride
the conductor smiled and waved goodbye
The caboose would protect and provide
a shelter place for the crew to abide
A stove for warmth and hot food
lanterns, tools, ledgers and bathroom too
A desk for the conductor, bunks for the crew.
But all good things must come to an end
the caboose was removed on a financial bend
Replace by FRED technology scored
All the crew and caboose not needed anymore.
Just a simple device on the last train cart
allowed railroads caboose and crew to depart
Flashing Rear End Device
the money it saved to railroads was nice
Nostalgia feeling hard to explain
when now a days you see the train
Something is missing it does not look right
without the conductor smiling and waving in height
In his cupola on top of that red caboose
along side the brakeman for sight to boost.