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As two, hearts dance the embrace of a fire,
plucking your heartstings as a lyre
Distrust, lies, eclipses love's satellite true- natal
loon, into a suicide hot air balloon ride!
Moves aside bend of light, chooses,
side, of a dark malignant side of moon !
In the twilight hour blues,
where passions softly stir,
emotions start to blur, turn sour,
painting pleasure in the night maw to devour two
In the depths of the night, a solitary light wound
casts a shadows upon the heart,
where darkness slowly seeps through
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desire,
a symphony of emotions that sets souls afire
Strings of anticipation strum
in rhythmic delight tuned to
caressing secrets, where fantasies abide, nude
Signs, who, hides moons of the truest kind!
O a tale apart
Moves side winds, breath of the dark arts,
to align into hearts maligned
arms folded in death to make with
as a stolen kiss ignites a flame,
like a symphony, our hearts fall prey to again
be betwixt in the game
With every stolen kiss, a crescendo of desires,
hollows,
a symphony of emotions that sets
souls adrift from the shallows
In passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide their gallows
from the ghouls that preside in it's marrow
In a tale ripped apart...
every 'plete of your heart
Strings of anticipation strum in
rhythmic delight tune
turns to the knife of sacrificial rite
In the twilight raimant so blue, where passions fly,
the jolly roger of motley fools,
selling the fine line
sailing the live mines
Embracing the darkness' essence,
a tale yet for reason
harmonies of ecstasy reaching
a breathtaking peak of reasoning
Oh, the cadence of desire, intoxicating and divine,
as crescendos rise and fall, our spirits intertwine
a symphony of emotions, wild and misconstrued,
leaving souls aflame, forever marked,
for death do you sever
apart partaking your
passions dance in the shadows,
at Night, where secrets cannot hide to
desires lever toggle with every touch, new,
every sight of slight or bruise
Urban decay of a dream,
dream theater of a tragedy
playing looped scene
In the Twilight raimant so blue
With every beat of your heart
Moves side winds, choose, sides,
with a dark maligned tune
Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.
Peter Pan? He is nothing but a tale drawn out,
a hero of half-truths, drowned in fairy dust,
the dullest side of a double-edged sword.
Before my time lost its salt,
before the boards of this ship were
chapped, split with oceans breath,
before my features grew distinct with age,
a treasure map, carved and creased,
I found myself in Neverland,
as the first dear friend of Peter Pan.
His mind, repressed by the adventures of youth,
has forgotten how young I once was.
Even wiser pirates such as myself
must work to picture a single moment.
Its the sea that causes it,
as time curls and crashes like waves
against toothy rocks,
small histories are bound to vanish.
Yet, in my steely snare, just one memory remains:
When Peter called me James.
The roads we drew in play led us to water,
and how empty we found it!
A voyage was our grandest idea.
In agreement we labored,
drew up clean sails, lacquered lumber.
Christened with a sailors poison,
the Jolly Roger in its finest form!
We followed the arms and legs of rivers,
watching as they became larger bodies,
waters unconquered, unkinged.
My calloused hand brushed the helm,
Peter drew his sword,
mortally pressing its edge to my throat.
You or me, James, he said,
to be a captain or a codfish!
With a smug grin he pounced,
cleaving the air with great circles,
the sharp clanging of metal rang in the mist like bells.
My brow so pinched in focus, first wrinkles formed,
til at last, my blade struck his side.
Peter fell, outdone.
Your cockiness has left you bleeding.
With my hand held out,
his eyes grew bright and bursting like broken stars.
With a smile wild and white, he let out a powerful crow:
Aye, but I’m a clever doodle-doo!
Another crow, he dove at the hand that bested him.
A pain, a demon, a hell!
Honest blood from my moral flesh.
A black pain shook my blackening soul,
As I watched a crocodile feast on the gift
God had meant for my own purposes.
Peter crowed once more.
I watched as he flew on,
his blood dripping into my ocean,
my kingdom!
May this Jolly Roger forever tread
upon the waves of a crowing cowards blood.
I accept the role of villain,
the rival of the wondrous, flying boy,
but may you never forget who won the sea,
and who it is the codfish, be.
It was the 17th century, and I was travelling with my family,
We were sailing to Europe and a new beginning;
Father had brought all our money and belongings on the ship,
Everything we owned was in the hull in chests tied down.
It was dawn when the Pirates came out of the fog,
The battle was short, and I am not sure how many died;
I was so afraid as I clung to father, shivering on the cold deck,
There was enormous booty taken from the ships hull.
When the Pirates finished, we were looked over critically,
I had heard tales of these rogues taking girls as slaves;
The captain touched my raven hair with his long fingers,
I could not look at him but I sensed his mighty strength.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me away screaming,
That was the last I saw of my family; I was a captive;
His ship was massive and the jolly roger flag fluttered,
I looked back as my boat faded on the distance waves.
I was sure that all my family was dead and I wept and wept,
The Pirate captain put me in a cabin and locked the door;
Days turned into weeks and weeks and still he did not come,
Then one night as I combed my hair; there he was.
In two long strides, he had me in his arms of steel,
And I was swept away with his passionate kiss;
I could not believe that I, a virgin, was in the Pirates arms,
Fighting was useless, and why try, this was my future.
So, I melted quietly into his embrace and I was his,
I let him seduce me with his body and his words;
Pleasure was flowing through my young eager body in waves,
And I knew that I was truly a prisoner of this man.
In the days and nights that passed, I loved him,
I was his slave, but he soon became mine as well;
He whispered in my ears, promises of treasures and gowns,
And in time, I grew to love this Pirate of my heart.
___________________________
September 3, 2015
Narrative
Submitted to the contest, 101 In A Row - 8
Sponsor, PD
Third Place
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Written for the contest, A Pirate's Life For Me,
Sponsor, Kelly Deschler
First Place
Dear Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That opened for me in the sips of my Spring
Your lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose
Your eyes are the orbs in my heavenly sight
They sparkle and shine with the heat of delight
They will me and fill me with starlight above
They spill me the wine of your free-flowing love
Your heart is my hearth and my pillow of peace
My calm in the balm of a soothing release
My ocean of milk in a free, flowing tide
That follows my silk in a three-second glide
The bubble you burst is my right of command
The trouble you cursed by the sight of my band
The fool that is me is no true folly dodger
Perhaps what you see is a blue Jolly Roger
The lack of a lift is a lofty complaint
The loss of a gift to be more than I ain't
The wreck of my ship and the flight of my crew
Is leaving my trip in a seafaring stew
The pleasure of you is the peak of my perk
To leisure with you in a week after work
A matter of lust that we leak in restraint
A tatter of trust for the meek and the Saint
To 'bide in your glow is to pause in your light
The side that you show for the cause that is right
The row that we hoe in our quest to succeed
Will grow in the flow of the best we can feed
The sorrow of loss is the second you choose
To borrow the cross for the minute you lose
The sting that we lack in our struggling ahead
Will bring us right back to our snuggling in bed
The loneliest heart is the strongest to feel
The homeliest part that is longest to heal
The rapture I seek is no climb of regret
To capture the peak of a time to forget
The tender respite is the right kind of love
To render it right is the height of above
The good that you show by the smile I see
Is something you grow by the mile for me
Dear Lori, my lady, and soon-to-be wife
Your story of love is the glory of life
Your gift is my song and the powers you bring
To gather my heart in the flowers of Spring.
Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.
There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But also quite vain and spoiled rotten.
She had a semi-private
Affair with a pirate
That would be but for me now forgotten.
The pirate, Mad Jack, was bloodthirsty and crude,
When upset, he'd explode, blow his top off.
Merchant vessels he sank,
Made their crews walk the plank,
Or, more rudely, their heads he would lop off.
One day Princess Daphne set out to sea
With her maid, they were bound for Majorca.
But the maid, in a gale,
Was swept over the rail
And inhaled by an asthmatic orca.
Lifeboats were lowered, the crew clambered in
And rowed quickly away, only thinking
Of saving their own necks,
Not the princess below decks
Left alone on a wreck that was sinking.
Then through the storm a ship hove into view,
At first Daphne thought it would dodge her.
But before she could hail her,
She felt courage fail her,
From its mast flew a vast Jolly Roger.
When Princess Daphne was brought before Jack,
She was haughty but thought he was handsome.
But to his greedy eyes
This fair royal prize
Represented a shipload of ransom.
But Jack was still human, Daphne was too,
And soon they were sharing their privates.
To his quarters she moved
And his crew all approved,
No one loves a love tale more than pirates.
But what of the ransom, yet to be paid?
Well, here the plot gets even deeper.
The stingy king said to Jack,
"No, I don't want her back.
It's cheaper for me if you keep her."
So Princess Daphne became Jack's sea wife,
And though common, but not mandatory,
When they became parents
They stopped being pirates
And passed peacefully out of the story.
For now then, my dears, that's the end of my tale,
An adventurous one hard to equal.
But, if I may be so bold,
And there's more to be told,
It may one day unfold in a sequel.
I thought for this'n I be a dodger,
But the Cap'n told me to hoist the Jolly Roger.
Skull 'n Bones on Black in the air,
Ye know, matey, that I be thar.
Me peg leg be a clompin' so loud,
Ye be sure to find me, even in a crowd.
With a patch o'er one eye 'n me parrot too,
Ye be sure that we be lookin' fer you!
Cutlalsses out 'n daggers in our teeth,
Ropes from the yardarms, hangin' b'neath.
If'n ye see me thar up on the deck,
Ye can be sure I be wantin' to put a rope 'round yor neck.
We be after the spoils of a bounteous sea,
That means RANSOM to you...GOLD for me!
For we be sellin' you to someone for gold,
'Else ye be not gettin' very old.
'N if we be needin' any more,
We be a takin' all them trinkets in ye ship's store.
Our Cap'n orders the ship turn about,
We be after yorn, without a doubt.
The Cap'n be a mean'un ye ought to know,
He be a blood spiller from long ago.
That's why he be the Cap'n ye see,
'N the crew to his word, we all step lively.
I seen him cut a man in two,
Cut out his heart, 'n eat his liver too!
So I be doin' what he tells me I should,
'Else I could become the Capn's food.
Any man of our crew ye would not want to see,
They be all cutthroats, just like me
The crew is lively that's for shor,
Especially when we get ashore.
We take no baths and get no scrub,
We be downin' all the ale, left in the pub.
They may look dirty and smell to thee,
But they be pleasin' 'n have a sweet aroma to me.
Oh, the pirate's life is one o' glory,
'S long 's ye be 'round to tell yer story.
'N one thing more I be tellin' you,
A'for I go 'n get a brew.
You can tell one's a pirate if'n ye want to seek,
Their talk is filled with contractives and other speak.
They eat only meat 'n fish fer no Gar,
"N at the end of their words, they al'ays say RRRRRRRRRRR!
Welcome to my Kingdom,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas!
I'm just a little Mermaid,have no feet, nor even knees..
Yet i have a Heartbeat,Waitin for a Human's Love,
a Kiss of love ,transform me,in a lady On Your lands above.
Welcome to my Kingdom ,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas,
Your chocolate Brown eyes sparkling,Will You show me what love means?
I'm so joyful!Even Happy,Your Ship sunked in my deep blue!
In my tender of my weakest,i have a soft spot just for You!
Welcome to my kingdom,Handsome Pirate of the Seas,
Sing to me, On this velvet evening,songs of Sweetest Melodies.
Let Us ,travel UnderWater,I have treasures just for You,
Here are Mermaids in Dark colors,Bronzed Brunettes,and Blondies too!
They can teach you Coral Dancing,On your lap,all over you!
In their Caves,they give you pleasure!as they lullaby with you.
They give you their Gold treasures,Precious Stones and Diamonds too,
Yet all that i can offer,is a Pearl,for whom will love me true.
You can leave me,Go and party,through the night ,Under Rocked waves,
Or else,leave all behind,as You join me in my magic secret place.
Handsome Pirate,i can't give You all their Diamonds and their Gold,
all i can ever give you,is my Loyal Heart to hold..
Handsome Pirate,i can give you, Just a Pearl i've never sold,
this Pearl is pale and fragile,with a tale still to be told..
Welcome to my Kingdom Handsome Pirate of the Seas,
I'm just a little Mermaid,have no feet ,Nor even knees...
Handsome Pirate, i am leaving!If You want Me ,Call my name!
i come forward in an instance ,Hearing what you've gotta say
Welcome to my Kingdom,Handsome Pirate Of the Seas,
Hold on to my Silver tail,as We swim in Our Sweet Dreams
(to be cont..) (Inspired and Helped by jOlly Roger :)Charma
Born to the sea
Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.
Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are temporarily in the sand.
Cast ashore to repair our vessel,
But soon we shall cruise again, so hoist that sail.
Raise it so high, that the crow's nest will not be our peak
And the land dwellers will be the last people that we would wish to meet.
My crew and I are setting off on an adventure;
A journey across the deep blue, to a land of mischief and wonder.
The undiscovered land, on the other side of a new life.
We be pirates, so we be; so raise that Jolly Roger flag upon high.
Let all who see our symbol know the story of our ship.
The unsinkable voyager;
A blast from the past, blowing through the wind.
Raise the sails and let the wind take us in and move us on
And throughout the jagged edged cliffs and beyond!
And on past the mermaids that sit upon the rocks,
Singing such enchanting songs
And on past the things that they call ‘The Leviathan’.
Release the Kraken! The foulest beast from the Gods up above
And we shall continue this trek into the darkest of the rum.
To the bottom of the barrel, right down to the Admirals eye.
Let the birds be our guide to our next paradise.
Land ahoy! There be treasure there for sure;
So onward ya scurvy rats and be prepared to fight once more!
We are damned to forever sail,
Since the life at sea swallowed our cursed souls;
Now we travel these high seas in search of more silver and gold.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Twere a blisterin day, on da Fundy Bay, aboard da ‘ Black Angel of da Blue”,
with a crew of 32, whilst resting a spell, wid a thunderin clap of grog ,
when da Jack o’ Cups , his Jib a hangin, spotted a Jolly Roger aft.
Aye! ye coulda sinked me! When dem thar scallywags gave chase.
So we pumped da bilge, droppin a load of crap in thar path, weighed anchor,
turned three sheets to da wind and tried to outrun dem thar sprougs,
but me mateys' deadlights twere blinded by da grog -
as useless as dem thar lanlubbers, and soon dem thar scallywags
overhauled da ‘ Black Angel’.
So! wid a heave to, we blasted dem thar swabs wid da balls off da Brass Monkey...six pounders dey be, but nary-a-one hit da mark and nary a one came back. Dem thar scuffeys' didn’t aim ta sink us, fur da botty be all dey be wantin.
Arrr! Fur sur now we be black spotted,
but I not be ready fur Davey Jones locker yet.
One more clap of thunder be what I be needin ta clear me groggy mind
and figger a way outta dis hornwaggle.
So I spliced da mainbrace and it come ta me in a flash,
da only cargo we be a carryin be Rummmmmmmmmmmm.
so we set dem thar kegs adrift and it wernt long afore dem thar
sprougs was a drinkin grog and a fine time be had by all.
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Inspired by: Paula Swanson's contest
Awarded: Second Place
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