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His gold teeth glistened in the sun
As ‘Long Ben Avery’ turned
To face his captives, head lowered,
Their providence to learn
For Avery was a pirate bold
Trained in the Kings’ Navy
Who, disillusioned with his lot,
Captained a mutiny
He seized ‘The Fancy’, in Cadiz
An act both rare, and bold
Then set out on the briny sea
In search of ships with gold
He plundered every vessel met
With not one man set free
And soon, his name spread fear and dread
Across the seven seas
For two years, not a ship was safe
As treasure he amassed,
But his biggest booty taken
Would prove to be his last
He sailed down to the Mandab Strait
And other ships did meet
Who chose him as their Admiral,
To raid the India Fleet
The ‘Mogul’s’ flagships, tried to flee
Chased by the pirate fleet
But a brutal, two hour battle,
Ended with their defeat
The pirates tortured those they caught
Without a thought, or care
As they searched on board for treasure
For each, to glean their share
The ‘Mogul’, proffered swift revenge
Hunting the pirates down,
Swearing each villain, had to hang
For crimes against his crown
The pirates scattered, far and wide
To skirt captivity
But most were caught, and hung with rope
Strung from the nearest tree
But Avery, was never found
Or his share of the hoard
It’s rumoured that his crew killed him,
And threw him overboard
No matter what became of him
Or what, was ‘Long Ben’s’ fate
No man’s ever bettered his feat
In history, to date.
I can cook up numbers,
manipulate the sheets
Sometimes chase shadows
not knowing I am beat,
You can trick my senses
sweep me off my feet,
With a smile so beautiful,
easily launch a Trojan fleet
I can change the figures,
make ends appear to meet
Pretend you are my lover,
be slave to false beliefs
Please gaze upon my eyes,
don’t turn away your seat
Grant me this one moment,
it will be treasured eternally
I can move the goalposts,
then lie through my teeth
Live in an empty dreamworld,
let you fill my fantasies
I never regretted this secret,
or a love so incomplete
Yet in one sided attractions,
a crush just beats defeat
I can conjure up magic
almost unlock reality
Take others for a ride,
perhaps down a shady street
Your different than the rest,
a very special treat
I still see you time to time,
sublimating my poetry
Some broken hearts never mend Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
25/02/22
You built your house upon the mist,
The sea-sigh cradled every beam,
And winds like lost and wistful souls
Would lean against your fevered dream.
You wore the sky against your hair,
The stubborn stars beneath your feet,
Your laughter was a thistledown —
Too wild, too swift, too fleet.
In Adam’s Rib, you wove your song,
A silver thread through jest and war,
Bright was your spirit, fierce and long,
A river breaking on the shore.
But storms came calling at your door,
And none could hold them back or plead;
The walls were torn, the hearth was drowned,
The sea had learned your creed.
Yet still you rise — a ghost, a flame,
A prayer stitched into rain —
The salt remembers your brave name,
And we remember all your pain.
In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun
Like wounded soldiers they walked down the street, carrying their bullet less guns on their shoulders leaving a war that is not yet over, their marred with sweat and tears drips from their swollen face, it is not victory or defeat but they must separate themselves from the fleet.
With battered bodies and broken bones they journey towards their celestial home, with a rancid stench seeping from their breath, and a bashful frown leading them toward a woeful death.
They come from various clans and multiplied all over the land, many of them were slaughtered like trapped sheep in the land; they are no match for an army carrying tons of artillery, rockets, missile and automatic weapon .
The wounded soldiers were placed on the frontline without handguns and grenades, without trenches or barricade and so the bullets from the sky rained upon their head leaving blood spilling all over the street.
Like wounded soldiers they marched on to a place of nothingness, going to place where no home exist, burnt out buildings’ and charred body left in the street and the wind carried the stinking aroma and deposit it in the sea. There is no sign of life, and even the trees have to pay a woeful sacrifice, animal and beast lie down dead and there was no one to bury the dead so they kept marching on.
The other side was bursting with life, traffic was flowing up and down the street and some people went shopping for meat. The smell of freshly brewed coffee perfumes the atmosphere and the smell of fresh baked bread tempted their appetite.
People were having a feast and others were dancing in the street, the markets were busy the malls were overcrowded and life became alive in that city but they kept marching on.
They came to the roundabout, and converge underneath a big tree, nothing was happening there but they had something dynamic to share, the leader pulled out a map and everyone was shocked.
He circles some points and said. “we are crossing over there”, we are going to take this city be surprise with just a butcher and a knife and so the wounded soldiers cross on the other side in dead heat of the night and took the entire city by surprise with just a knife.
Fleet away!
We fleeted the time carelessly
We fleeted the time carelessly
I had a long wait,
A fretful heart and a dance troupe.
And I sauntered into the room.
For a fleeting moment,
I saw the face of a boy.
By now, my time consumed by wanderlust.
In the choice of lust and love,
I scruple of prudence is worth a pound of passion.
For a split second...
The girl has caught your eye!
And her gestures eavesdropping his ears.
They fling for more coffees
Not breed to encased themselves in linen
By now, their time consumed by wanderlust
'Only they knew everything was ephemeral'
'And the cessation of time scribbled'
We fleeted the time carelessly
We fleeted the time carelessly
Like the fluttering wings of butterflies
swiftly gliding through the open arms
of the haunting charms
of sacred skies.
Flags unfurled, a breathtaking fleet,
a royal flotilla, majestic and proud;
heroic mariners of will ~ and grace endowed.
An orchestra in motion, performing a melodic suite.
Wings, like sails, seize the wily breeze,
a mystical journey, far, wide and free;
tethered in the rhythm, of the power of the sea.
Lofty, drifting, clouds above, in silent reverie.
Date: August 7, 2022
For: Simile Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
No placement
No one knows tomorrow, as it remains concealed,
In intricate mysteries only future can reveal.
A tapestry weaved with threads of uncertainty,
Unveiling secrets, yet to be seen.
Today's sun may shine with radiant grace,
But what lies ahead, in the unknown space?
Will storms of despair darken our sky,
Or hope's gentle breeze make spirits fly?
No one knows tomorrow, the paths it will take,
The choices we make, the risks we will take.
Will we stumble upon success or face defeat,
Will our lives be embraced by love or fleet?
The page of time turns with every sunrise,
Intriguing possibilities, yet to our surprise.
For destiny's whispers go unheard by our ears,
The answers concealed, shrouded in fears.
But let not this uncertainty breed despair,
For tomorrow's arrival is a gift, rare.
For in the enigma of tomorrow, true beauty lies,
A kaleidoscope of chances, ready to surprise.
No one knows tomorrow, for it remains unknown,
A tapestry yet to be painted, yet to be shown.
So, let us embrace the unknown's mystique,
And find solace in the possibilities it leaks.
For life's true adventure lies in the unwritten page,
Where dreams unfold, and hope gains its stage.
Let us dance with uncertainty, hand in hand,
For no one knows tomorrow, in this enchanted land.
SILK SERAPHS
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morning's fiery edge ascends~
kaleidoscopic procession of
pinks, blues, yellows catch my eyes.
above me, a fleet of silk seraphs
claim the cerulean sky,
sun's warmth igniting their ethereal sails.
the silk seraphs easily glide~
like dreamers across celestial skies,
they drift along effortlessly.
burners' gentle roar, a soothing serenade~
the ballonists soar in burnished metal baskets
while passengers wave as they pass by.
above quilted plains, tiny silk thrones reign~
like my wayward thoughts
they meander carefree.
the wind gently carries them higher aloft
then…..pooooof….they vanish.
magic comes with dawn’s first rays.
There was a man whom fortune really blessed;
All things were brought to him at his behest.
Of cars he had not one but a whole fleet,
A spectacle when they were on the street.
This rich man’s cars were source of his great pride;
When he drove by, men looked at him green-eyed.
He had the fastest, smoothest, newest wheels--
They truly were the king of all mobiles.
There was another man who lived in town,
Who got the worst of fickle fortune’s frown.
He worked so hard to stay in this life’s game,
And dreamed to have just one car to his name.
As the rich man’s car collection increased;
The other poor man’s troubles never ceased;
So he grew old and dreamed when day was done
Of a Cadillac but he never had one.
The rich man died later as all men do--
And brought to the grave in a hearse not new:
It had been used so many times before
To bear the bodies, whether rich or poor.
Alas, the poor man also did expire!
Freed at last from too long in the mire.
His body was borne by a hearse that’s black--
The town’s newest elegant Cadillac.
March 26, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City