Long Pirate Poems
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Captain Meridee was the ultimate pirate queen
She was confident, but not in any way mean.
We caught her relaxing in the fierce island sun.
She said she would give us an hour, but only one.
How did you get your reputation? Asked my photographer Lee.
She gave him a look that practically took him down on one knee.
I laughed at the exchange, it was clear he was smitten with her.
Her booty stuck out with the confidence of a tiger’s, a GRRRR.
Her hair was braided in thickness that reminded me of rope.
Her well-endowed breasts made me feel like a flat-chested dope.
She had a way about her that made us back off from her a bit.
Captain Meridee was beautiful, brainy, and quite readily fit.
So you sail the seven seas? I asked, wondering if she had walked a plank.
She gave me a condescending stare, and my meager mind went blank.
She is tattooed and tart, and I imagine she was drinking a flask of rum.
She was intimidating and beautiful, sitting on a hollowed out tree gum.
Our interview went nowhere, for she was clearly in charge.
In boot camp she would have readily stared down my serge.
Captain Meridee was the ultimate pirate queen
She was confident, but not in any way mean.
I’m on a bus,
Not beside the window,
I’ve seen too much happen,
To Kenyan passengers seated by the window,
I feel safe, secure.
I’m out of the club
About to pass out
But I have money to uber my way home
I can get to safety, I’m sure
I pass by an absurd line,
For job applications,
In a new mall,
I am safe, because I’m not on it.
After bitterly complaining,
Of the corruption in the country,
We laugh over Atwoli’s memes
Hoping that amidst all this tragedy,
There is something worthy.
My friend shows me,
How to pirate media,
I listen to soothing Kenyan music,
And feel secure,
In the ingenuity I live among.
I am tall, dark skin and dreadlocked,
I feel secure,
Not because I roll with criminals,
But because I am perceived as one.
I am a lady,
Covered up in hoodies,
Wearing ugly flip flops,
I am unattractive enough,
To be invisible to the predators
I feel safe.
My brother feels safe,
Saying women have to regulate their dressing,
Because he knows,
He will never have to adhere to such rules.
I am home,
I feel safe coming to parents,
Who accept me and support me while I school,
Because I know if it weren't for my grades,
That wouldn’t be the case.
I am the pirate bear! I am the pirate bear!
I am without a care, with plenty of curly hair!
I travel the seven seas, I travel the seven seas.
I do what I please all the time, I even eat my fleas!
If he thinks he is enticing me, he has another think coming.
This was said by the focus of his affection, bear named Humming.
Her sidekick grizzly Gladys was not half as choosy.
Possibly due to her drinks of choice, she was rather boozy.
She and the pirate bear went off the the cave.
Slept through the winter. She was his moll. He was her knave.
In the spring there were twin baby bears singing too.
Four all together, singing jazz, folk, rock and the blues.
To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady
And when he cooed and whined to survey
Bronwyn's hide-out with treasures galore
(and blinded by love, the lady obeyed)
Hellie let out a terrible roar!
Before he could pilfer a single rare item
our Hellie put Beau on the run
snapping and snarling, she'd viciously bite him
her fun had only begun
He squealed sissy screams and kicked out at her
but she got the better of him
he called her a “hideous, scurrilous cur”
she pursued him with vigor and vim
Rapidly round all the high piles of loot
she chased him with eyes bright and shiny
while he scuffled (and occasionally gave her the boot)
and she snapped at his delicate hiney
At length, he shot out of the mouth of the cave
in a desperate dash to break free
but he'd nowhere to go- and wasn't quite brave
so he threw himself into the sea
As Bronwyn looked down with an irritated frown
(she was actually becoming quite peeved)
old Hellion beamed up, and drooled on her gown
her ultimate mission achieved
Her lady turned to face her, and warmly embraced her
while Hellie soaked it up with a smirk
soft fingers stroking and fluffing her fur
for dispatching the devious jerk
They spied the poor devil as he met his sad fate-
and they watched from their perch high above
a bold pirate queen and her canine first mate
the next-best thing to true love!
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This is the swashbuckling sequel to my "Barefoot Buccaneer" poem... ;D
her heart was pounding
there was a knife at her throat
she knew she was going to be murdered
her mouth refused to open to scream
worst nightmare ever
he was full of pride
having shown his love interest
a marvelous night of sensuality
he rolled over and hugged his body pillow
his mother was relieved
when the sighs stopped and the snoring started
she was a pirate queen
fierce with a cutlass and a blade
no one will ever hurt me again! She vowed
her crew was respectful and responsive
they rushed to her aid in every battle
he knew there were monsters in the closet
why didn’t mommy see that?
he could hear one breathing deeply under the bed too
It is horrible being the only one who knows
Thought the four-year-old
I love how I was created with the ability to imagine...alone or in a crowd...
I can imagine whales that fly, trees that talk, visiting castles in the clouds.
From anywhere I am at any moment…wherever I happen to be…
I can imagine I’m a bird soaring across the sky…or a pirate on the sea.
I can imagine I’m standing in a snowstorm…in Florida…in June…
I can imagine I’m jumping from star to star…or sitting on the moon.
I can imagine I’m in a Fairy Tale…riding atop my loyal steed wielding my trusty blade…in a world with damsels to be rescued…and dragons to be slayed.
I can imagine a world at peace…where everyone treats everyone the same…
where acceptance is the norm…and love lights every flame.
How blessed to have an imagination…an imagination created just for me…
with an unlimited number of places I can go…and wonders I can see.
I am grounded in reality…of this I’ll never lose sight…
but having an imagination allows my fantasies to take flight.
Fantasy and reality…created in me to be forever inexplicably tied…
And I, for one, am glad they live in harmony side-by-side.
Of all the things I can imagine…
like a world where eating ice cream every day won’t make you fat…
a world where people have no imagination….
No…I just can't imagine that.
Come stand with me upon the prow,
put your head upon my chest,
the moon, it shall come up right now
and we will soon be to our rest.
We catch the last rays of the sun
and moon, it shall soon take its place,
the light of day leaves at a run,
the moon is here, the sun to displace.
Softly the Raven does rise and fall,
as we watch the moon begin to rise,
we are ready to answer Love's own call,
the glory of Love's moon does hypnotize.
We watch God's silver light, spread on the world,
soon we shall be off to bed,
your body next to mine is curled,
I'll place my sacred rose, beside your head.
Love me as no one else can,
For tomorrow I may well be gone,
I shall forever be your Loving man,
I spend my life running before the storm.
I am a pirate, my life is the sea
you came with me of your own free will
and now our Love it shall forever be
it is a wonder that no one can kill.
I wouldn't give this moment for a thousand tomorrows,
standing on the Raven, with you beside me,
we've left behind a hundred different sorrows,
to be together on Love's own sea.
If we look down we shall see a mermaid,
her face is shining, she looks up merrily
and my poor heart sings out Love's seranade,
the mermaid does harmonize with me.
You look into my eyes and you are lost for a moment,
what you see there, I may never know,
all of your Love that has lain there dormant,
you shall, this evening, come to show.
Your hand finds mine, lips now close tightly,
love flows through the temple divine,
together in Love, wrongly or rightly,
this Love shall survive the test of time.
As we stand together, fast
the orb of Love reaches full height,
we know the feelings are here at last,
we know the touch of Love's own might.
To our cabin, we now shall go
we shall Love by God's own silver light,
divine feelings we shall ever know
as we do Love through our every night.
He’s late-stage Charles Bukowski,
Hunching gnome-like over the bar,
With weary eyes, and scruffy stubble.
It’s sure he must have seen some trouble.
But he’s got plenty of cash in his pockets,
Along with the keys to a stolen car.
He smells of sea air, wet cement, and whiskey.
His tattoos could be urban graffiti,
Just random tags on ghetto limbs,
An ancient, coded treasure map
Charting landmarks through the route of his career.
He eyes a buxom tavern wench,
Who looks wholesome as a menthol cigarette,
And orders up another round for them all.
The Buccaneers’ Union provides him a generous pension.
He’s living his best life ever on a bounty of plundered loot.
Avast ye! Let’s drink to the golden years.
My impetuous pirate self-jumps up to play
I snarl and yell at her to just go away
She laughs as I hide my hazel eyes from her sight
Her faerie soul knows my heart with all of her might
I try to re-capture my delicious dream so dear
But she settles on my stomach and giggles in my ear
I guess we are writing poetry, I say, with a laugh
She shakes her head, and snorts prettily like a giraffe
Wide awake now with nothing pressing or imperative to do
I jump out of bed and make a swift and sure race to the loo
My pirate heart laughs at my frowny face in the mirror
Glad she has have gotten up, my imagination in gear