Shook
You whispered to the brokenness of my sleep
Sweet as though a pillager in a gaseous light
And as I was a castaway by every concoct
The horizon faced me forward once again
There were wars and abstractions
Ugliness and harrowed bearing
As you cooled me in the darkness and let me sleep
Where any tread to turn, you'd not understand
You were my crutches as seeming stolen to love
In luck and blessings and gracious as you were held
So deep the best weight
I took a star and always keep it
Forever you remain, perfection
Categories:
pillager, absence, age,
Form: Ode
Heard in stories of ancient times,
a ship at sea of the privateer line.
A rat infested rigger with a creaking deck,
sailed into Point Berry as a seafaring wreck.
A crew of sailors, dastardly and mean,
shift of the eye for a chicken to pluck clean.
A flock of buzzards turned loose on a town,
drinkers of ail, stealers of pound.
windows closed, shutters pulled tight,
doors shackled and bared, locked for the night.
Laughter and curses mingled with a shout,
“Keep your hands off me.” a wench cries out.
“Come now, lass give ole Plke a kiss,
six months at sea, vinegar and piss.
Pistols charged, powder and ball,
blood on a blade, slice of a jaw.
Loose of tongue, drunk with wine,
Pillager and cutthroat of every kind.
a scene right out of a whiskey jug,
played on the stage of a waterfront pub.
Categories:
pillager, sea,
Form: Rhyme
The Pillager
When checking my medicine jars, my wife called me an old Pillager
“No, that's a Danish Viking,” I said: “ I am a Polypharmacyphileger.”
That's a person who takes five or more drugs a day
Over the age of eighty you have a fifty-fifty chance to be that way.
As we get older we collect more drug prescriptions
Some are out of date and others in suspicion.
If you take ten or more beware this terror
There will be at least one prescription error
Where symptoms are not recognized as a side effects.
And a new drug is given to try and correct.
The risk develops quickly if different doctors are involved
Or a drug's interactions with another can't quickly be resolved.
Antidepressants are the largest selling medication
But side effects can cause falls, nausea, and constipation.
Many of the problems are not caused by medical drugs
Cognitive behavior therapy might work out the bugs.
The answer? - Universal medical database transactions
Of all patient prescription drugs and interactions.
Categories:
pillager, addiction, anxiety, confusion, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Sir Henryi Morgan lived a life
of rags to riches. In his time,
he first was an indentured slave.
When freed, he drifted into crime.
The century was seventeenth,
The New World under Spanish rule.
A pirate Morgan had become,
and to the Spaniards he was cruel.
Sir Morgan managed to become
the captain of his own large crew,
controlling many ships and men.
This Welshman had a lot to do!
With Mansfield, Morgan sailed southwest,
there plundering St. Catherine.
Escaping, he sailed elsewhere then
assembling seven hundred men.
A raid in Cuba yielded him
A very hefty sum of gold.
To Portobelo he then sailed.
Five hundred men they were, all told.
Four hundred men marched forth with him
To Portobelo; then again
he raided other towns and gained
himself prestige plus ships and men.
At last he made his boldest move.
On Panama he set his sight.
In jungle land, he cunningly
took risks and won this major fight.
A pillager and murderer,
in England he was later tried.
Yet in the end, he saw crime pay.
Respectable and rich he died!
For Joe Maverick's "A storm on the Spanish Main" Poetry Contest
Categories:
pillager, history,
Form: Quatrain
The chamber once sprawled
without the comfort of softness.
Each step would echo off the
cruel marble without sympathy
for the churn of my blood taunts
as it yearns to fluidly move free.
Ornate tapestries drape with
the audacity of age wrapped
in dust, the grime of centuries
of shed skin from victim and
pillager alike looking to find
a similar in the lulling breeze.
From my earliest, these fibers
dazzled eyes with wonder naive
to spark waves of illumination
that rippled in imagination until
I never found myself alone inside
the sanctum of voice made flesh.
Despite the haunt of lunacy,
I build a new loom in darkness
to keep proximity narrow yet
focused true upon urgent threads
checkered in design coercive
in my mind before clacking into
code.
Categories:
pillager, faith, mystery
Form: Free verse
I am the builder of books
the pillager of paragraphs
the stalker of sentences
like a serial killer i stock
my next victim named inspiration
once it is caught
I suck the life-force out of it
like a vampire, I usually
compost at night
the darkness my passion
the madness my rhyme
Narcissistic notes, my rhythm
I view those around me like a
stalker, in a creative carnal
desire, writing them,
molding, creating, using them
in tales told, then throwing them
Away
Away, as quickly as my pen
dashes, dangerously across the page
to create, the Genesis of this poem
the Beginning, the End
Categories:
pillager, allegory
Form: Free verse