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Premium Member Yo-Ho-Ho and Shiver Me Timbers

Yo-Ho-Ho And Shiver Me Timbers

Shiver me timbers and loosen me limbers
I sail me sloop until it lin’ers
And drop anchor in t’  nearest lagoon
Bury me treasure chest full o’ doubloons 
Then set off durin  t’ next full moon

~

“Aarrr!” I’m happy go-lucky sea piratin  Cap’n
With a short wooden leg and a limp, earrin’s, and rin’s on every fin’er
Metal silver hook for me left hand
Me cutlass, dagger,  and dirk o’  me belt
Not a landlubber at all

~

Not a thin’ scares me that stand in my way
Especially when I’ve had a few grogs in me belly
Aye, I carry around  me Ahoy! bucko Polly me  parrot on me shoulder
That keeps me on t’ straight and narrow

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They call me a barbaric and thief I don’t know why
A great insult t’ me,  I just laugh into my handkerchief  in disbelief

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Don’t insult me temper because it  gets carried away
Sarcasm, rudeness, and insults I cannot help
When swashbucklin’ scallywag get in me way

~

Me hearty weigh anchor
Or I’ll give ye a taste o’ walkin  t’  plank  
 T’ Davy Jones’ Locker you will go and feed t’  fishes for mutinous
Dead men tell no tales!

~

Aye, aye, mates, pull anchor and set sail
I be Silver Hook a feared pirate that sails t’ seas

9/5/2015


Contest Name :A Pirate's Life For Me 
Sponsor Name: Kelly Deschler
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Sans Scribbling Scrolling, Scrounging Scrunching Scrying Scribe Section Sixty

the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated me to focus on the nineteenth letter of the english alphabet at the exclusion of other noble vowels and consonants.
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Sunday September seventh started seemingly same since...silver screen show secured seventy seven SeventhSeals. 

Soupy Sales supreme salient strengths (starring smart pet sidekick Springer Spaniel Socrates) salvaged sagging sporting sorties. Slap stick stereotypical swashbuckling shticks supplied shipshape shenanigans. 

Spartan stage set spurred spontaneous simply stupefying solution. Suede shod schlemiel. Sartre seasoned scenes. Sharp sticks supported sphere. Seats situated semicircular semblance. 

SPCA, Siemens, Sears sponsored soiree. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shouted satirically 'specially Saturdays seemingly sellout. Spontaneous spritely Shogun Samurai sangroid stance satiated slipups stripping stellar seasoned Skidamarinks substitutes sacredly, seminally, silently, slipstreaming soulfully saving saga. 

Sometimes silly spouse studiously sought spurious strategy stringing superlatives showcasing senseless sophomoric soporific skills specifically spelling storybook sassy sharpshooters supposedly sleuthing shapeless seated sideways (sic seasonal slate smug spotified snapchatting skippers selfishly scooped sloop-ful seasonal six-packs) sinister Swiss scalpers sat sometimes squatted.

as Walt Whitman

If you don’t take your time,
If you never slow down the step by walking,
You’ll never see the sun
Lay his gold leaves on the tops of trees,
You won’t pay attention to the fox
Conversing with two horses in a field,

If you never slow down,
You’ll never know if a girl thinks of you,
You will never feel the dew
which inclines the daffodils and harmonious petals
you will crush the innocent snail on the purple road,

If you don’t take your time,
If you never slow down the step, while walking,
You will never see the fishing sloop working at sea
You will not hear the merle in the fig tree
Sketch twelve notes of a baroque cantata,

and worst of all, if you don’t slow down the pace,
You will never write poetry,
You will never fall in love with the countryside,
With the sea or pretty girls with breasts of pottery,
You will never become as smart as Walt Whitman.

Delft Blue

My Delft blue plate, a replication of an imitation, lies smashed in the trash.  Do not know the who nor how, never heard the crash.  Flat circular center an idyllic scene sealed beneath clear glazed glass, cracked.  17th century Dutch fishing sloop, cuts towards wild reeds by a bygone windmill, beside a thatched roof cottage before a deciduous wood, white clouds in a soft cobalt sky, distant seabirds soaring.  The plate’s raised outer rim replete with blossoms and feathered leaves.  My Delft blue plate, thousands of meals, sticky egg yolk, thick turkey gravy, steaming potatoes, sweet corn, buttered vegetables, juicy meats, tangy sauces, pasta, chili, sushi, marmalade.  Each dinner I exhumed bit by bit, bite by bite, the motionless wooden windmill, gulls suspended in air, the slicing sloop.  Tiny figures on deck, lifelong companions.  Everything wanting wind.  I sit by the window in my 10th floor concrete cage, peering through grimy glass.  Rows of residential towers resemble headstones in an amber haze, along the barren banks of an asphalt creek.  We all wait for wind.  I scroll the internet seeking a duplicate Delft blue plate.  

(published in "Boats Against The Current", 2024)

For Brian

I close my eyes  on this Warm Summer Day
And  slowly my mind is lead  far away 
Back to another time so long ago
And to melodies I remember so 
The music of Surfin Safari to Surfin USA 
There was no mistakin Brian’s talent had introduced  a new 
Music  craze 
Why there wasn’t anybody who  didn’t take  part in the songs, the cars, the Surfin,  and the Girls 
Especially the girl’s
Like the man said he wished  they  all  could be California Girls 
Why it was all summer long  that they  enjoyed all the  fun  fun fun 
But don’t worry baby they always wandered back in their room until it was Time to catch  a wave and once  again they were sitting on top of the  world 
And now the time has come  for brother  Brian to join Dennis and Carl 
All three united again
In the far distance one can hear music calling out like 
A long lost friend 
As those good vibrations gently fall from heaven on to the  sea 
Smiling down  the three  brothers see
In the  far distance the Sloop John B 




In Memory of Brian Douglas Wilson of the Beach Boys
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Let There Be Limericks: a Little Bit Biblical I

The Garden of Eden
Some people believe that the Garden of Eden
Was in Africa, Asia, Australia...not Sweden.
The presumed site of its location
Is assumed from the interpretation
Of which Good Book's being read…and who's doin' the readin'.


Noah 
Noah's ark, neither yacht nor a sloop,
Was constructed to be one big animal coop.
On his crew It must have been a strain
That during forty days and nights of rain
To keep forking in fodder and scooping out poop.


It Ain't Necessarily So 
Pious people are prone to become agitated
When agnostics assess their belief's overrated,
And the words that they're liable
To find in the Bible
By mere men were created, not divinely dictated.

Powder Monkey

The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can

Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows

For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors

A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride

Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs

A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray 

I dare say I met one intact and conscious 
He was rude and quite audacious 

No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze

A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss

The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part

Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged 

I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause

I bid the court give me custody immediately 
They awaited the response from the Admiralty

The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank

He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease

A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder

I sailed him back to London to learn a trade 
And go to school for a decade

I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd
Form: Ballad

Anne Bonny

Anne Bonny- Pirate

Anne Bonny preferred the pirate’s life
She turned her back on being a wife
And cleverly hid her womanhood 
In buccaneer’s guise ignoring all good
She sailed the seas as gallantly as the rest
Sadistic and callous, she couldn’t care less
She swore and drank with the rest of the crew
Matching strength and skill with energy anew
One day a crew mate spotted her boobs 
I’ll kill so I will, he was ready to abuse
Out came her cutlass as quick as a flash
The poor man had no-where to dash
He went overboard to his watery grave
She gleefully watched and gave him a wave
Her sword finesse had definitely paid off
No further hassles, her shipmates laid off
The captain was her friend and lover
who could want someone much tougher
Until one day after a successful quest 
In jewels and bounty, they got the best
Too much rum and too much grog
Too drunk to fight, they’ll soon get flogged
A sloop came alongside to retrieve the cache
Anne and friend waded in for a bash
They battled bravely for more than an hour
Alas their fate proved rather dire
The reprisal had been very well fought
But not good enough, they were all caught
The bezzlers would suffer a horrible death
Free, the women went, relief in their breath
They were preggers you see so had a reprieve
Anne’s story rests here, it seems hard to believe
But her ending is still guessed at by all
Now her spirit rides, the waves as are her call
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sun and Sand Minichu

far from wintry England
into caressing warmth of a tropical beach 
sun and sand

fun and frolick
in a lazy temperate breach
uptick

recoup
recharge, wild peach
sloop

far from wintry England
in a lazy temperate breach
sloop

4.1.2021

Note:
Format of the New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU is as follows:
1. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
2. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. 
3. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of  stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
4. Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count : 
Stanza 1: 6,12,3 
Stanza 2: 4,8,2
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
Form: Rhyme

When Brigitte Macron Grows Up to be a Man

Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library 
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.

Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.

My buddies and me 
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.

We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.

She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.

I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
Form: Rhyme

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