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Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown
Weather beaten cap'n,
and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
(circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
when severely pitted
against raw elements
of swiftly tailored,
harried stylish nature
against leathery faced
reptilian skin, hard drinking
(actually as corked
poetic convenience - vermouth
arbitrary bottle of choice
if for no other reason,
than to rhyme
with the above line),
and tobacco spitting, while
colorfully swearing as an uncouth
Furies (of Agamemnon) fighting (tooth
and nail) Pirate,
where rickets, scurvy,
and thrice unconscious,
currently ample proof
could not forsooth
bring me to
Davy Jones's locker,
cuz I never wanna
get relegated to an underwater
whale schooled booth,
this raconteur can nonchalantly,
glibly, and blithely attest,
with braggadocio, despite
no warm welcome will
ever greet mine tinnitus
pained ears, I can plainly
imagine acrimonious retort
upon me behest
his far more'n lifetime
bobbing (like a sponge)
buoyed atop crest
longing e'en for
(carping, caviling, hen pecking,
or shrewish) wife,
and loving family
forsaken, sans living
antisocial upon briny deep divest
many opportunities to
experience wedded, webbed
and whirled bliss,
and hence for everest
as bachelor, especially
at present junction
of twilight years,
my crude manners
makes foreign (for
an) ill suited guest
boot e'en if yours truly
became inured to life on land,
(as a "FAKE" father figure
feathering his nest
my coarse behavior, as basic
electric koolaid acid test
would force even
the most tolerant proprietor,
perhaps a bank
manager at Univest
would utter VAMOOSE,
e'en if eye covered up
my heavily pierced,
and tattooed breast.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of infamous pirates who in their hey day
Lived in old Bull Bay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
With the wind at their backs through any gale
To hide their treasures in the caves along the
Waterways.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of men who marked their trail
So well that you'd only see them coming or going
To the cave passage ways.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
In to towns where lawlessness
Would prevail
So they could slip away.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of savage men who weren't frail
Who knew the water all the way to Bombay.
These guys were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail
With whales
When underweigh.
Gather around an I'll tell ye a tale
Of guys who were scurvy naves, cut throats, liars,
Thieves, and believe it or not it all added up to
Typical drunks who would sail.
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:
How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
"IN THE COURT OF CATS"
By Austin Fwasan Maseko
In the grand court of cats, I stand accused
A lowly rat on trial, with justice confused
The judges' whiskers twitch, their ears perk high
As they scrutinize me, with a skeptical eye
The prosecutor purrs, with a sly little grin
"A menace to society, this rat within"
She lists my crimes, with a flick of her tail
Stealing crumbs and cheese, without fail
I tremble with fear, as the charges are read
Guilty by association, my fate's already sealed
The cat judges confer, their tails entwined
Their verdict is clear, their sentence defined
Banishment to the shadows, where I'll hide and creep
A life of scraps and fear, forever to keep
But I argue back, with a squeaky little voice
"Am I not a creature, with a right to rejoice?
I scurvy for food, like you hunt and play
Why is it wrong for me, to survive each day?
I clean up crumbs, and scraps that you leave
Keeping your home tidy, is that not a noble deed?"
The cat judges pause, their ears perked in surprise
A glimmer of doubt, in their feline eyes
They confer once more, their decision revised
A compromise reached, a new sentence devised
"Banishment is too harsh, for a humble rat like you"
They decree, with a nod, "you may scurvy through"
But stay out of our way, and keep your distance true
Or face the consequences, of our feline crew
I breathe a sigh of relief, as the verdict is read
A small victory, for a rat like me, indeed
I scurvy away, with a newfound sense of pride
For even a lowly rat, can make a dignified stride.
The cat judges rise, their robes flowing free
Their eyes gleam with wisdom, as they depart the tree
Their verdict may seem strange, to the feline crowd
But justice is served, in this curious, upside-down world we live in, proud.
There are little, lost islands of humanity,
That are afloat among a great sea of concrete.
As they gaze upon a ravaged horizon,
Where the shoreline seems far and obsolete.
With ship sails that point without direction,
They're left adrift to the waves content.
While floating along, almost care-free,
Simply navigating broken asphalt & cement.
This journey provides to many, a
Tragic wake disrupting any calm seen.
Making it difficult to find a firm landing,
With a safe harbor to offer new routine.
There's no doubt this exploration needs a
Better compass, that can lead to lost vessels found.
Where the voyage isn't infected by scurvy,
So these 'mariners' find refuge on solid ground.
If in a singles ad you spot
a 'RUGged individualist'
Don't be surprised if he
lays carpet for 'Magikist' *
Perchance you'll get excited
when you read that she is 'curvy'
Hate to let you down, old stick
but she just can't type ~ meant 'scurvy'
When you eyeball 'slightly heavy'
picture a spare tire in cargo pants
And if you ever read the dreaded phrase, 'well-rounded'
If she's a poster girl for 'Obesity,' please don't be astounded
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* 'Magikist was a leader in carpet installations and cleaning
in the Chicago area back in the 1950's and '60's. It went
out of business in 2001.
The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach
A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast
From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling
Bones exploding, windpipes constricting
Where no human soul should inhabit
Down, down, down, where illuminates
All manner of unseen creatures
With crooked jaws
Electric lights of blaring neon green and soft sparkling
Pinks
And the color of glow sticks, that children wore ‘round their necks at skating rinks
Where no child goes now, the pull and the noiselessness of the silty bottom, where hagfish twist themselves over
carcasses like women scouring the streets for loose change
I imagine my body down there
Blue veins and stuff new
Resting in the Mariana Trench
Supine, arms floating upward towards light
sans soleil
A water dream, I am awake, fluttering eyelids!
All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel the…. I don’t remember the rest
Tears and sweat like the ocean
My heart is like the ocean
Yet I have columns of flame around me
And I pull on my t-shirt over my pale body
And drive myself to the ocean, letting cars pass
Wondering why
And when my bare feet hit the sand
My hazel eyes (or were they half blue and half brown? Nobody could ever decide!) are drawn to the expanse of water
Limitless possibilities, as the sun crowns the horizon
I reach out my hand to grab something
Across the eternal shocking blue
And what I grab is another hand
And it is my own
Located in the perfect place
Filed in transparent drawer
Unruly impediments erased
Facets interact free of flaw
Seamless system clockwork
Methods remain meticulous
Design drawn up by a doctor
Considered, inconspicuous
Routine guides a room's tidy
Itemising verbatim shelves
Briefcase organised abiding
Data struck upon first delve
Packed in precise patterns
Utility is readily predicted
Shipshape sailing on satin
Scurvy sufferers evicted
Fold exposes name brand
Recognised categorically
Regular overhauls planned
Excess viewed as slovenly
Upkeep travels compact
In zipped compartments
Disarray tends to detract
Regimented requirements
8th of **** April
Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat
Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream
What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth
Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf