Long Lovemen Poems
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On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force
Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue
Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen
Seeking to capture devil she pirate with her dubloons on the seas.
In the stillness wind captured sails bloom to follow a full moon
Shearing through the misty night cascading sheets well braced
As timbers creak; the sail ship cuts through like a knife to slide,
Float’s flip flop on the sea tides, like a dolphins mate in waters.
Course aligned to merge and cross with these amazons wild.
The lantern burns near the helmsman tackling bolstered rolls.
Throwing shadows on the quarterdeck the compass stabilizes
Locked direction mapped intersecting to image point mark.
Morning thrills bloom with Ship Ahoy ‘The Golden Arrow’
We heel as sails get shorted with cannon run out commands
Taken by surprise the ‘Golden Arrow’ struggles to free sails
The Sun behind us we close in to side ram the single Decker.
Plunder broadside, armed men to board, our lines hold fast.
Their canons fire at random as our armor booms together
Causing destruction our men board the surrendering ship
Ruthless pirates we take prisoners alive of the she brigade.
Sword in hand I move for the Pirate commander running
Under the decks ready to fence her breast plates breathe
She toils to nick my side as I throw her visor a elbow hit.
Arm pit grips her sword hand, she squirms in her struggle.
Sea green eyes muffled by the blonde tresses unraveled
Outraged succumbed by her exposure, cries for amnesty
Fearful lest I take her to be my pet slave for endless toil
‘ceptin’ ye’r m’e L’rd N’ ms’ter, ch’o Eatin’ N’o K’ll.
Behind my protective head gear I smile in loves glee.
She trembles drops her sword, no more can she flee.
O’ = of
Th’=the
Eatin’=eating
It had been nigh sixty years since they'd chatted with each other.
When they wore the uniform they were closer than any brother.
They'd borne the din of battle as members of a rifle squad.
One returned to France to visit the other sleeping 'neath the sod.
He knelt to caress the marble stone of his buddy to reminisce,
And his hushed, plaintive conversation went a lot like this:
"Greetings, my dear brother, it seems so very long ago,
Since we staged the big show for the liberation of Saint Lo."
"I'll never forget the bravery of the men in our platoon,
As we clashed with the foe on that fateful afternoon.
Each pressed on, never minding the falling bombs and shell.
As always, my friend, you were at my side when you fell."
"Oh, how my heart aches, dear pal, as I recall that awful day,
When I clasped you to my breast as your life ebbed away.
Just the other day I saw your lovely daughter and handsome lad.
Tho' they never knew you, they're mighty proud of their dad."
"Sleep in peace, dear comrade, and know you didn't die in vain.
Because of gallant men like you, the world knew peace again.
I'll stand in ranks with you for the final call of the roll one day."
With tearful eyes, he rose, saluted and slowly walked away.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The years have passed her by, and so do men when they see her,
Her eyes are full of all the dreams that were,
The only men who dance with her are drunk, so they don’t care,
They make believe there’s gold still in her hair.
And ev’ry body knows her and they tolerate her tears,
And now and then they tell her, “No more beers.”
And if you haven’t met her, you’ve met someone much the same,
The story never changes, just the name.
She’s as sad as an old-time country song,
A pretty girl who wanted to belong
To something other than this honky-tonk she lives in…
(You buy her one more beer and then she gives in);
She’s as sad as an old-time Country song.
They find her in her room, her hand is on the telephone,
The story ends just like I’ve always known,
The liquor wrote the lyrics and some man, he wrote the tune:
(you see…) She loved me, and I left her all too soon.