I’ll speak of me past of stories once told.
Of men that rode waves out in the cold.
Tales of the strong, the courageous, the bold.
Most of them died young, a few were quite old.
The things that they done sent chills up my spine.
They’d eat mush and swill and drink rum and wine.
When they were happy, they had a swagger.
When they were drunk, they could hardly stagger.
Over and over to battle they’d go,
They’d fight dragons and monster, toe to toe.
They faced their sure death with almost no fear,
They’d charge into battle with a loud cheer.
They looked for treasure, none was ever found.
Pirates ’til death, by their pledge, they were bound.
Eons ago pirate ship sailed oceans wild
Old Jolly Rodger flew proudly in the wind
It met its demise when crew were beguiled
On merciless rocks it was pinned.
These days just a pile of rotting timber
Lead treasure chest is who knows where
Crew long dead are spirits that whisper
When they died did they utter a prayer?
White bleached bone is scattered on shore
Mixed with timber from doomed ghost ship
Ocean is angry and seagulls' soar
Desolation prevails held tight in its grip.
Pirates lifelong dream
stealing booty from others
on the roaring sea
The captain called all hands on deck
He said come on lads what the heck
Whatever you do
when you have to poo
don’t leave the loo in such a wreck
red morrel mushrooms that always overgrew
they annoy me sometimes, how about you?
hey! who invited Captain M’s pirate crew?
They are rude and always spit in the awful beef stew
They all pretend they cannot find the loo
I smell them as they come in, they smell like mildew
they are reeking up my living room through and through
can’t you get them to bathe? I ask my cousin Lu.
None of you landlubbers are as fresh as the dew.
This is said by the first mate, they call him Big Blue.
Why does that overgrown dog always moo?
They were weird, coarse and wild, from Timbuktu.
I warned others with looks not to give Blue a clue.
My pet is my pet, and killing her is not what I’ll do.
They can find beef somewhere else, I do not explain her moo.
Why don’t you sit down while I ladle up your stew?
Yo ho dough and a bottle of rum and stale crumpets for you and me
Arrggh matey, you have been shanghaied and we’re heading to sea
if you squawk or protest, Cap’n will flail you or make you walk the plank.
We’ll not come home ‘til bounty and booty we find, this I’ll bank.
Yo ho dough, there is no reason to have a tantrum or a fit.
Pick up a weapon along the way, for fighting is more than a bit.
Arrggh matey, enjoy the ship, and learn to tolerate the crew.
There ain’t no better freedoms for the likes of me and you.
Their ships must ride
a rolling sky,
masts too high to sail into view.
They appear, board the land,
they buccaneer.
The clamoring mob
fall upon a scuttling prey
pluck the weakest
into hungry holds.
An eye-aye cocked and ready,
they raid and maraud
as only
treasure seekers can.
The gulls are here
and for a while
sea and land broil.
the air erupting
with mutinous calls.
A pirates life is the one for me,both of us sailing on the seven seas,finding treasure,stealing gold,story’s of our life at sea to be told..skull and crossbones scarves on our heads,searching for treasure along the sea bed,I wouldn’t want it any other way,a pirate forever I will always stay
Tropical breezes waft across a sea of empyrean bliss as
a lost ship, the The Golden Dragon,
cast it’s indigo shadow upon turquoise waters.
Parrots preening one another,
were the welcoming party for weary travelers.
whispering leaves on trees twisted with the winds of ages,
graced the morning light upon the shore.
Down Anchor and a shoreward visit to
this seraphic isle, gave them a chance
to enjoy an idyllic splendor, they’d never before seen;
Fruit and nuts were gathered and some small animals for sustenance and a much-need good night’s sleep allowed them time to reflect, reconnect with one another and re-chart their course.
The preening pair watched
as the ship weighted anchor, turned starboard,
and vanished into thin air.
Drowned by the environment
pirate humans are dragged towards rocks created by own plundering
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A pirate had a parrot cos the pirate couldn’t speak
You couldn't trust a word that came out of the parrot’s beak
He said he knew where there was gold and had a map to read
We found it and we dug it up but all we found was seed
The pirate started pointing but he couldn’t make a sound
It seemed he wanted us to dig down further in the ground
We dug some more and found a tongue (the parrot shouted ‘EEK!’)
The pirate popped it in his mouth and once again could speak
The treasure’s buried over there under a turtle shell
I’m gonna share it with you for I’m glad that I can tell
We hid the parrot’s seed here as a pirate song we sung
And then to keep his secret he bit off my pirate tongue
Canonball by Pearcemelville
Canonball tearing throughtimbertthick
planks
Canonball rips thrufleshthroughout
theotherside a hole;:
canonfire CANONBALL!
Fszzt fzt Water wave
Cutlass STrikes
Daggers dag
Flintlock singles out
assassination
Pirate swing from boomrope
Young Naval Guards stand firm
BooM!! Canonfire
BooM!
Pirate ship
Due Archipelago
Naval Fleet Frigate
limps to Harbour Home
Bones that night work cut out
not a numbbing aggennt
to ease a groan...
Pirate Ship
due archipelago
Following One Star
Threads through reef
hidesincove drops anchor
Water Main concern
Waiting for Tide to turn to test
mettleagainstreefrock
Rockyreefsrock
Rockyreeff
Rockyreefsrock
rockyreefs
REEFSSS
reefrockysh
RRsshh
Waves against the timberhull
Porpoises flew dived
Seagull scrounging circling
windwinding round
pirateship
Set for plunder richness
Following one star North
Let’s be pirates Sammy suggested to her Halloween-loving dad.
He immediately pictured her dressed as a whipping boy lad.
She came downstairs looking like a sexy pirate queen wench.
Father stormed out to tinker in his garage, using his workman’s bench.
What is wrong? The girl asked her more than a tiny bit amused mother.
If you do not know, go ask your twenty-two-year old brother.
The Christmas Pirates took to the Seven Seas
They looted and plundered and never said please.
Come on! Santa said. They have to act better than that.
To their Christmas wish list he gave a big whack.
Better give those pirates another chance Mrs. C. said.
She was afraid of these cutthroats, they made people dead.
They are all bluff and blunder, her husband wisely said.
They apologized profusely and did not show unkindness or lead.
They really want to be on the Christmas Wish list Mrs. C. thought.
They were not as mean as she had envisioned, anger was naught.
Let’s give them a chance because they were nice, she said to her man.
I will try my best, but they had better straighten up while they can.
She was a hearty lady
Who sailed the silent seas
Born to drift across the deep
Always alive with sails set to brave
The stormiest waters
The sapphire sprays that wet her sails
And promised to dispel all dread
From Blackbeard’s plans
She was strong and sailed
On waves both tumultuous and rough
Abiding her time in the depths
Of a sea alive with fresh dreams
And feelings of courage and extreme
Anguish felt by the broken seafarers
Blackbeard would take all his trophies
With this beauty named Queen Anne’s Revenge
Giving into the forces of a nature packed
With absolute evil it would seem
In the heart of Blackbeard, there would be
No remorse or regret
Only the assurance that he was
Felonious on the high seas
A wicked villain who only knew
The way of the lawless
A pirate notorious for his ways
A Noteworthy Ship Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
October 17, 2021
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