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Heathens, scamps and thieves were lying in wait around the cove
Could not see them in gray dusk, but Captain Tawny Right felt them
Being an empath, as well as an Irish pirate queen, she was clairaudient.
She sent word by way of whipping boy for all hands to be at the ready.
A curtain of darkness cloaked the deeds of the rival ship.
Are we sure? Whispered a newcomer to our crew.
I put my finger to my lip, giving him the silent signal.
You could hear nothing but the dip of oars as we rounded this bend.
I realized that our entire crew of forty-nine was holding their breath.
Cannon blast startles me; lights the sky. I see the renegades.
All hell takes over the sea now; they are scallywags like us.
Captain Right is the first to greet them with a sword in their gut.
Big boned, grandiose, black-booted, and bubbly beyond the Baltic.
This is the Mediterranean. Tawny is silent, slashing and killing.
We murder them! The newcomer said. He gleefully sliced a knee.
In an hour Tawny calls a halt and we count our remaining prisoners.
She gives them a choice. Join our band or be murdered on the spot.
Their captain, an old man with grouchy ways begins to argue.
Much younger, handsome first mate runs him through with his sword.
At your command, my Captain, he says, impressing Tawny.
We leave the harbor in two ships, and I am taught to play cards.
Our new scallywags, scamps and thieves love to bet.
Best day on the Mediterranean yet. Started with two ships.
Now we are up to eight. Our captain is ruthless, and brave.
Being an empath who is clairaudient, and clairsentient helps too.
She feels things and knows things prior to smells or sounds.
I am grateful to be on her crew. Will guard her with my life.
Hope one day she will recognize my name and my face.
(Talking to the mirror)
I done just about had enough of you,
I know what's coming next,
so get it over with quick, will you
I'm not giving up my lunch money again,
and no more of your homework gets done by me
Today is my personal holiday,
starting today, I'm living bully-free
(Down at the schoolyard)
Ain't got nothing for you today,
aw, you don't like the sound of my words
Them days are over and through,
so give me what bullies love to give nerds
I don't mind that you're a girl,
and that you got things at home troubling you
You look so mean when your cheeks turn red,
now go on and do what you gotta do
Ball up your fists, and be the sick twist
everybody say you are,
and give me the beating your daddy gave you
Are you ready to give me a knuckle kiss,
you're itching to so far,
give me the same puffy lips your mama gave you too
Aw, I hurt your feelings ...
remember now, bullies don't cry
Just gonna have to keep it all in,
and tell yourself over and over the same lie
That your parents love you,
they just show it in a different way
That they're gonna treat you better
when you get well one day they say
But this ain't about you,
today is my holiday
I'm no longer your whipping boy ...
now are we gonna fight,
or are we gonna play
Look, I wanna be your friend,
help you deal with the pain in your life
I can see you're twisting in the wind,
ain't nobody ever treated you nice
So you can stay a bully if you want to,
but your days of beating on me are through ...
I don't believe you're a sick twist,
I may be wrong
Or else why did you swing your fist just now,
and purposely miss?
Sharp The Edges, Of Poet's Pen Turned To Fight,
( New Dawn,Third Battle And Final Slash ) -
Part Three
From within, a gifted calm brings a tranquil peace
to poet's soul that searched and found a new lease
and with foresight decided to take pen to write,
about shadowy black beast, that stabs in dark of night.
Now massive strength that old poets's pens often yields
succors heart and grants victory on battlefields
new ink hones blade, gifts poetic words that destroy,
that savage beast that sought to make a whipping boy!
From poetry comes a Light that, gives true powers
which destroys wicked beasts, lurking in dark towers
by shining wisdom from classic poetic verse,
to cut those, that such illuminations do perverse.
Lo! Be aware what may be found seeking true Light
Sharp the edges, of poet's pen turned to fight!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019
Sonnet, ( The Third And Final Battle-- Part Three)
Conclusion- Three Part Series..
Note: This is the last to be written on this subject in regards to
this specific incident. I offer this series for the hiding fool,
the worthless opponent to come on and try to refute.
nuff said... old poet, Still writing...
There's a lady that I know
Everyone calls her Skitzo.
She's a CRAZY WOMAN! Such a CRAZY WOMAN!
One day sweet,the next day mean.
With her there's no in between.
She's a CRAZY WOMAN! Such a CRAZY WOMAN!
Got those CRAZY WOMAN blues.
I don't know why I love her,cause I know the chick's bad news.
Got those CRAZY WOMAN blues.
Though she's practically psychotic,ain't no woman more erotic.
She will love you,drain you dry.
Then she'll spit right in your eye.
She's a CRAZY WOMAN! Such a CRAZY WOMAN!
Well,her middle name is stress.
24/7 PMS.
She's a CRAZY WOMAN! Such a CRAZY WOMAN!
Got those CRAZY WOMAN blues.
Her wish is my desire,her commands I can't refuse.
Got those CRAZY WOMAN blues.
Oh, I wish that she would choose me,how I want her to abuse me.
CRAZY WOMAN, be my wife. I'm your whipping boy for life.
She's a CRAZY WOMAN! Such a CRAZY WOMAN!
She's CRAAAZY! She's tilt a whirl.
But I'm CRAAAZY about that girl.
She's a Nutty Buddy.
She's a Moody Fruity.
She's a Tricky Sicky.
She's a Loony Toony.
There's no sentiment in business
loyalty counts for nothing at all
my employers couldn't care less
but there's no chance that I'll crawl
I'm nobody's whipping boy to hell with them
they won't ware me down, no surrender
these people are wrong, I'm not scum
I will protect my rights, I will always remember
the thank you mate, I owe you one
can you stay late, change your holiday,
now those favours are forgotten all gone
but we're really sorry to let you go, they say
your experience has no consequence now
things have changed, we have progressed
this is wrong, this is not right I can't allow
this kind of oppression, or am I obsessed,
just yesterdays man on the scrap heap,
all the hard work that they got so cheap.
Someone or something, replaceable.
Composed 20/03/2017.
Entered in never going to drag me down contest,
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver.
New Year’s Resolutions
By Rick Rucker
This year, instead of cutting fat,
I think I’m going to aerobicize my cat,
When I hear the revelers’ sounds,
I can be happy for her lost pounds.
I think this might become a craze,
Sweep the nation in a few days!
No more loss, and privation,
Finally, a happy, guilt free nation!
Sort of like a whipping boy,
Him with suffering, you with JOY!
I’m going to have to look around,
What can I take from my hound?
Something will occur to me,
This year, a better dog he’ll be!
People are funny when you deprive your kids,
Boy, they really flip their lids!
I guess I’ll have to stick to pets,
They seem, by far, the safer bets!
Poured from purloined bottles of poison,
Whose drip is but a crimson crash,
Of whisky washing my lips which moisten,
With a humid dew of drowning cash.
From the pocket pours the absinthe green;
Tourmaline trash tossed atop the torrent,
Which washes over with drunken mondegreen,
Slurred words whispered with neither wish nor warrant.
To drown in glass filled with vicious avoirdupois,
Whose weight is watched by the wrap of a whipping boy,
Is but death by pint and shots of strife,
Sipped away in a sinking sea of life.
Spare me of my liquor lips,
Whose tongue-licked wish is sips,
Of that which drowns me drunk,
As I, the captain, sink in a ship I've sunk.
The sea was in trouble; turning from blue to black
Nothing alive could survive, said Captain Quack
His ship was bouncing by the storm this night
Everything felt lose, nothing tied down tight.
We were tossed and blown, a sailor fell into the sea.
He screamed a few times, many hands counted three.
A shark was seen circling, so we turned away.
It was too gruesome to think about, too late to pray.
Our clipper ship was bound for the West Indies.
Where spices were waiting of all textures and degrees.
We lost four bodies in all during this storm of strife.
Two cooks, a whipping boy, and the captain’s wife.
She brings me pain and without ill,
in the best of ways she brings me chills.
She brings me down to a slower pace,
to a lower height and another place.
She makes me beg and makes me plead,
and scream for more to fill my need.
She fills my eyes with tears of joy,
I love that I'm her whipping boy.
My gift to her is all I save,
I give my all to be her slave.
I feel I move when chained and still,
for she knows how to break my will.
She's so much stronger it makes me sick,
she don't know magic and don't do tricks.
I count down minutes,
hours,
and days,
to be my DOMINATRIXXX slave...