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I’m a scoundrel that travels by sea
with me mates. We are happy and free
cause we live life with ease
doing just what we please.
It’s the life of a pirate for me!
If you see in the distance our mast
with the skull and the crossbones, run fast!
We’ll be comin’ for you
and your women folk too.
There is nothing of yours that’ll last!
Cause we’ll loot and pollute till we’re through,
burn your houses and then come for you.
Better run far away.
Run into the next day,
cause your gold we’ll be lookin’ for too.
Leave by boat, and I’m gonna be frank,
when we catch ya, that boat will be sank.
Once we drink us some rum,
we’ll be having our fun
watching captives of ours walk the plank!
I suppose we might have sympathy
for a maid who acts dutifully.
But if you’ve got a wife,
better run for your life,
for no honor nor scruples have we!
Since a pirate don’t do what he should,
if you see us in your neighborhood,
better get up and go.
Bad is good and Yo! Ho!
Me pirate life’s better than good!
For the the A Pirate's Life For Me Poetry Contest of Kelly Deschler
Everything’s going down thanks to the tangerine clown
His cohorts blood sports “muppets” the collective noun
This lout every town does rout either drought or drown
Farce as the grass burns turns brown is so easy to frown
Naked truth everyone knows about Emperor’s new gown
Half baked common sense forsaked with his faked crown
Bereft at not deft sheer heft of non stop theft by top tier
Tries to smear races from other places & anyone que*r
Walk the plank every rank does spank cranks up a gear
It is clear this is the dystopian nadir the world does fear
Does appear the end’s near just jeer at all we hold dear
Bunkum as do strum our spectrum with their plectrum
Sneer at us out of their rectum.. but still no referendum
Fair dinkum is a nostrum atop the rostrum our panacea
Little wins that dampens the din of the mandarins sins
Society spins beaming grins replace steaming chagrins
Ignore the scheming as that’s how the dreaming begins
So let’s save the teens and free them from their screens
Let them see it’s not all about these mean online ravines
Prevent their descent as everyone does vent their spleens
Vanquish their anguish as do languish in internet latrines
Mother Nature has the sheens her kaleidoscopic canteens
Hypnotic colours she preens bathed & swathed in greens
Quixotic pleasure of leisurely stroll which your soul cleans
By any means chill your beans is a skill which’s in our genes
Shun despotic rhetoric be an envoy for joy of other cuisines
Weans ourselves out of the trough with our poetic vaccines
Exotic almost erotic scenes all feel like real kings & queens
So when that obscene tangerine clown again goes to town
Nature will be our saviour so come on do yourself a favour
So much free flavour to savour if you look up and not down
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At last I have been cast away...
You've set your sight on newer shore.
My sail's right at half mast today
and there might stay forever more
Though in the past you shone for me,
at last I have been cast away...
Lost in the dark, alone at sea,
tossed like a stone into the bay
You promised you would not betray
but I was made to walk the plank.
At last I have been cast away,
while you take shade upon the bank
So now the anchor that you drew
you think you took too fast aweigh...
Go sink your hook in someone new,
at last. I have been. - Cast away!
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I have escaped to my frog prince room to get away from my everyday messes.
I promised myself I would not do this again, reminding myself, "less is more."
But self did not listen. We dragged home everything and anything someone might use.
Someone might use has never come to play or to visit.
Someone might use has never taken anything home.
Someone might use does not exist except in my shop-a-holic mind.
Someone might use needs to be obliterated from my dendrite pool.
Someone might use needs to be annihilated and cremated.
Someone might use needs to walk the plank, in front of ferociously angry pirates.
At the very least, someone might use needs to be eliminated from my vocabulary.
And the way this stuff is piling up, the sooner the better.
Is this the result of being raised by two children who lived during a depression?
Maybe, but my mother could locate anything and everything, quickly, for someone who might use.
I cannot find it even when I search and search.
I am a grown up now, anyway.
I have no one to blame but myself for all of these things that "someone might use", but never does.
As I discard truckload after truckload of stuff that I dragged home, for the notorious
"someone who might use", I hope that I have learned my lesson.
But I doubt it.
The Caribbean sky instilled magical dreams in her soul’s
Safest, darkest, happiest, most exciting recesses.
Pink and orange jet streams of pure joy zooming across the sky.
Maggie, the fierce and furious pirate queen, sitting on deck
Stared into the sunrise of The Marigold Queen, pondering her crew.
Chuck, her first mate had been out of line yesterday flogging the cabin boy
Without hard evidence. She re-thought her decision to make him her successor.
Walk the plank at dawn. He had been compassionate toward others,
But for some reason, he had given no mercy to John, this new boy.
She saw a little frenzied activity under the seas this morning.
It looked like sharks had found something interesting.
What was it?
She stood up to get a closer look. Saw a blast of black blood stream,
A full-grown human leg and a pirate’s hand, but only for a second.
Turned when she heard a bit of laughter.
Looked into the eyes of Cabin Boy John.
“He was always doing me wrong,” the boy said.
“I hope you don’t mind.”
The pirate queen knew she had found her successor, in the form of a child.
“Not at all,” she said. “Let me show you how to read maps.”
John was a quick learner, and loved the sea which they both greatly admired.
For many years she showed him as much as she could
before she was feeble and tired.
Knowing one day, she would be the human cargo
that he would throw into the sea
And when she reached that time,
she was not disappointed in her prodigy.
Pirate recognizes pirate.
Living in a house very old,
it was always drafty and cold.
Metal stairs to the basement lead,
from an old pirate's ship they said.
Was this story really told?
On the ship many were sick~dead,
did they all walk the plank in red.
Those metal steps brought real fear,
a bottomless pit was so near.
Dark and dusty I must now head.
The washer~dryer were in here,
clean clothes I needed to appear.
I headed for the metal stairs,
a voice was calling in the airs.
Where are you now going my dear?
Date Written:6/9/2022
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7/24/20
"Lopsided"
Folks being simple minded
So blinded
And staying one sided
Meanwhile, life and death coincided
Not every wrong was righted
I guided
Pathways were lighted
And a helping hand was provided
But still many remained divided
Some were frightened
Others caused violence
As the sky brightened
For once it was quiet, there was the sound of silence
People in their own world, and on their own island
Fires dying out or getting reignited
Such is life, the scales often lopsided
Disaster at times, when objects or lifeforms collided
Some emotionless, others quick to anger or be delighted
Some ready to tell the world, others would rather keep it private
They're either compliant
Or defiant
Big brother and other giants
Being tyrants
Continual protests and riots
Overhead a black cloud resided
Being depressed, not once did I like it
I had to fight this
Never wanted to be reliant
On medication to hide it
Much more enlightened
My senses heightened
It's either in or out of alignment
An ever-changing climate
Bull.... was always uninvited
Had to make sure it quickly subsided
She wanted a ring and I wanted a watch with diamonds
In a world so vibrant
Far too many looking to pick a fight with
Just about anybody because they're biased
Hit them with Poseidon's trident
Or make them walk the plank, like a pirate
the play Shout Shingle
is based on a poem by
a well known
celebrity Poet.
it's based in the late twenty first century.
it is the story of a man
who met a woman
who was engaged to his
Orchestra brothers ex wife.
" they speak as brothers
might m looks and womanly havings
divide them to curse and scream
then I will marry he who speaks my name first
whether it is him who's been defeated or him that
has been victorious.
they fought in the office of the Grand Opuss
there they broke the bassoon that fell to the floor
and they destroyed the percussion instruments
they went on a cruise to greenland, the captain made the woman walk the plank, due to the fact she reused to speak about her affairs with members of the crew. She said her husband condoned such happens. When asked about these tings her husband became angered and said to make her walk the plank until she confessed her transgressions.
the fella who cleaned the theater
found two flutes that were dented and bent.
he took the flutes and welded the together
he put a handle on top, and a rubber stopper on the bottom.
when the two persons came together the evening of christmas
the gentlemen presented the fella with the flute.
and then the mean and angered ex fella of the
woman showed up
to even the score.
they fought and rolled on the ground until
the opera singer stooped them
On ocean's journey the wee lad set sail
slight frame a-tremble and gaunt face so pale
His fortune and fame for to seek
The grand ship had been christened the 'Lodestar'
Rugged build for adventure's repertoire
This voyage not one for the meek
To ports far from home, to islands unknown
A typhoon sprang up, the poor lad did groan
His future looked bleak
African pirates cursed and swash-buckled
Hyenas unleashed their high-pitched chuckles
Overcome, the lad couldn't speak
Ship's captain gave the order, 'Walk the plank.'
The wee lad woke just in time to give thanks
To his bedroom door for its creak
My man, he is a dreamer,
His visions fill the skies!
His eyes ring loud with truth,
His heart, it tells no lies.
My fears, they are dwindling...
My flashbacks, they are daydreams!
Our love, it grows like flowers,
But powers like a train on steam.
Come together, work together, we know each other now!
We understood our lessons and now we can unite!
Each other we have found and there is no more fight!
I love you, my dear, for you and I are right!
The nights alone were worth it,
Our cries were always heard!
The chances taken noticed...
Now together, but apart first!
My man, he is artist...
The men, they stare in blank!
Oh I, I am an artist...
The women's frowns say "walk the plank!"
The journey, it's been hard and fast...
And slow, left and oh so right!
Busy scenes and ourselves last...
Let's say goodbye to our pasts.
We'll pack them in our van,
And we'll sing our first goodbye!
Our last goodbye alone, it's time to say "we can!"
The journey, it's worth it, Dear!
The scars, the tears, the hurt.
It's not for us, my Beautiful...
The Magic is here, let's feel it first.
Come together, work together, we know each other now!
We understood our lessons and now we can unite!
Each other we have found and there is no more fight!
I love you, my dear, for you and I are right!