Piracy Poems - Poems about Piracy

Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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To be unique akin to be safe from from an imitation though is hard to be such a claimant but what good can I not do to save my life from leaching or leaking if it is from a prey mine is a culprit and now it is like a story but how and how can I be blown though a life of a wishing but...

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PORT ROYAL You want to see the fate that was Port Royal’s? Then let me flyyou back three hundred years: look in this tavern, see those buccaneers, flushed more from fiery grog than honest toils, who soon would dice away their ill-won spoils; then hear the thunder roaring in their ears as underfoot all firmness disappears and round their throats the rising...

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"America will be great again" he always says before his rallies and in the nasty tweets How is that, me lord? Asked his secretaries, by fingering the Pope's palm And receiving the counterparts from the House backdoor with no formalities to stage or hold, Like stolen sheep never harbored unless they pay I will build a great...

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Lo, the Missing Link has been found Caught by the Net, he is fast bound. Seeking to keep his privacy He lost it to trade piracy. As partners share nation to nation, Identity goes on chain migration....

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What we take in each day, what I choose to read, to watch, which individuals and which species I choose to listen to and how long and closely I prefer to listen with them, are all predicted by past nurture, predicting future nurturing v toxic choices. What takes me in each day toward opulence of night, what stories choose to become most richly mine, which...

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Privacy tenaciously holds on to freedom and seclusion. It is soul-spirited and viciously fight like pirates to obtain. Beautiful front yards displayed to the world with hundreds, Maybe thousands of dollars spent on flowering plants, shrubs And trees for many wholesome views by a passersby. But when it comes to viewing and entering private spaces...

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Smile is like simile but simulating is unlike authenticity Liar is like lair but simulacrum is unlike authenticity Sometimes I prefer the simulated smile over the too honest glances of distaste Take me to your lair, my lover and whisper your...

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I just had an epiphany one on the grandest scale Fire works went off in my head Lucky pennies tossed in the well I will take a single line from all the poems I read and come up with the greatest poem in all of history Just one line from brilliant minds and jot them as my own which shouldn't take too much time for me...

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Otherworldly, tactile retraction of rainbows, from the eyes of believers. Detachment of restless mind at twilight, pot starts boiling. Sundowning, a paranoia takes over, you suffer a childhood near the pyre. Thing is not a thing exclusive of an extremist, something burns inside me also. The age of a tulip moves backward; I, untethered, float thoughtless in speech. SATISH VERMA...

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Otherworldly, tactile retraction of rainbows, from the eyes of believers. Detachment of restless mind at twilight, pot starts boiling. Sundowning, a paranoia takes over, you suffer a childhood near the pyre. Thing is not a thing exclusive of an extremist, something burns inside me also. The age of a tulip moves backward; I, untethered, float thoughtless in speech. SATISH VERMA...

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It was original craft Here comes unjust Making out for cash Setup mode to catch Bring the sinner to judge Include the planner cast Conspiracies quash!...

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The sails billow as they catch the wind White crested waves put our ship a sway To portside ye mates and scalawags The merchant's ship shall be our prey Fly their country flag the captain yells So at twilight they can see We are friends and countrymen Their fast galleon shall not be put to sea Ahoy mates and countrymen our captain shouts Towards...

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This day marked my thirteenth year and the wound I received from a drunken bar maid shall linger longer My heart still beats and yet, if I look closely, I’m sure to be bleeding, my very soul wretched From beneath her bony fingers I saw the piece of eight handed to her by dirty hands Whispers of a promise from a dirty mouth Unbeknownst to me, he had offered...

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Candle light flickers it’s rhythmic dance and strikes shadows across this brittle parchment The sea is rolling, chomping at the boards, angered by our trespass I try in vain to steady my hand, to write with even flow The winds have long since given up its ghostly attack on our tattered sails and weathered faces Yet lines of distress are deepened within the folds of night As...

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