Long Shanghaied Poems

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.

Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose...

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If you ever espy a latitudinally
and longitudinally challenged
older yet shopping savvy woman,
(wedded to yours truly
for almost twenty six years),
who stands approximately
four feet and ten inches
a strong hunch that gal
stacks up as mine missus,
she dons costumed...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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My poor vocabulary babies 
are gon missing
Tell me kind sir, have you seen them?

Us etymological mothers to
lingual children of lost former meaning,
we are milk carton crying

Many hotline tips 
that the academia search party
have been receiving,
unfortunately,...

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Amidst the people I knew,
Those who had pains to go through
Jumping from exams to exams,
Not able to retrieve the horrid pangs
They slept with algebra clan,
And saw the morning light with geometry gang
But still between my...

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I knew when you came here
The truth would reveal
A thousand misgivings, a million appeals
Your words a disguise now
For actions concealed
And I left to wonder
Are you false?
Are you real?

Your warmth and conviction
When telling your lies
Shanghaied my...

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Henry Morgan
 Pirate of the Caribbean  


Henry Morgan is my name
Pirating is my fame
My story has been told
There’s only one I claim

1635 was the year of my birth
The eldest son of a gentleman farmer
In...

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I toweled off my tear soaked face
and stitched my heart back into place,
I tallied up my circumstance
and then I took a ship to France

  I boarded early after noon,
I think it was a night...

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A Nook and a Storybook


What would I give for a nook and a book
to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look
the pages unfolding as I listened to
the comforting song of a fast flowing brook.

Oh, if it...

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My lifestyle's rediculous,
I prowl when day light's down been frowning
sense a kid but many men sensed it.
My pen-man-ship's painted perfectly
wordsworth the Burg's first nerd thirsting for words
cursed with a thirst for the beat.
Birthed in the...

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This is the last poem forming a trilogy of Spenserian Sonnets written in trochee pentameter relating to the sea. The first poem is titled Mike's Bar, second poem Shanghaied, third poem Bucket Of Bolts.


Servin' me...

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When passion's flickering flame died,
its early demise brought sad cries.
And having no substance or weight,
it disappeared before your eyes.

Sequestered deep within your heart,
fear fuels anguish and despair.
And you realize that love is 
unpredictable and unfair.

Reality...

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I was drinkin’ wine that night in Mike’s bar,
She was cozied close to me in side booth
Me ship, anchored quarter league not so far,
lay in deep Frisco fog mate, that’s whole truth.
I was havin’ bloomin’...

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The red-throat trawled me to a shanghaied shore
then left me raw in split-sedated state.
A sense of morning meant the lamp lit late
and when I dream I taste a little gore,
but it was peaceful there, upon...

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Yo ho dough and a bottle of rum and stale crumpets for you and me
Arrggh matey, you have been shanghaied and we’re heading to sea
if you squawk or protest, Cap’n will flail you or make...

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