Shanty Poems

Message in a Seashell's Shanty Melody

Far inland, in the cold and gloomy, 
misty wooded mountains,
I huddled up to an open fire.
I picked up a large conch shell,
clad in mother of pearl, 
resting by the fireplace and listened,
eye-to-ear, to its bottled, 
shanty message.

I heard the soft familiar, 
sweet hissing sound, 
of the ocean’s breath.
Not a roar, not a crash,
but akin to

No Pirate’s Lament

When the ocean’s calm and shiny it be joyous to behold
When the spyglass sights Port Royal there be good rum to be sold
When a pirate holds the spyglass and his ship be filled of gold
Might he take a wife and buy some rum and stay there till he’s old

But a pirate ain’t for settling down

Sea Shanty

2.  "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Samual Taylor Coleridge


Wailing wind amid strongest ocean storm
Night falls swiftly on tumultuous scene
Sailors aware for they have been well-warned
This is their reality not a dream.

Through long hours before sun ordains to rise
Neptune's wrath bombards with no sign of grace
Mariners strong, elements

Day Ends In Shanty Town

day ends in a shanty town

When crossing the bridge to the shanty town
The day was almost over, blank and tired
and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate 
The huts in the township were utterly miserable
consisted of bricks, stones, plywood and corrugated iron
were the roof of all the shacks
a roof

A Sea Shanty

A Sea Shanty!

Mother call your children home, 
put them in their beds. 
Tell them stories of better times, 
and try to fill their heads. 
Give them dreams of yesterday, 
and promises for tomorrow, 
but bless them, Lord, as they sleep, 
and take away their sorrow. 

Jeff the crewman, singing at the wheel of the Maid...
heading

We Are Cheering Our Rebel

We are out in the ocean where the spray is rough
Old Medley Meanie decides to get meaner and tough
We take Captain Smithe and we throw him overboard.
We are a crew of roughnecks with our hatchet and sword!

Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel!
The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell.
We are fighting to

Farmer Daniel Faces His Spaniel

A land which doesn’t much nutrients wield
Will certainly not many grains yield.
This I had, flatly, told friend Daniel:
A farmer with more time for spaniel
While it had been Terrible Story
In a Rice Field of One-Time Glory!

And he had begun to with The Dog hunt,
While each time he was back I would be blunt.   
Daniel,

Ukrainian Sea Shanty

Murderers and rapists they all be
Vlad Putins scumbags, his army
They should all be hung from a tree
For all the world to see. (huh)

(Chorus)
They bombed cities and towns as well
And made the landscape look like hell
The Russians claimed it was only a drill
But it's their excuse to kill.

In close combat Russians can't fight
Despite their superior military

The Fishermans Brush With Death - Sea Shanty

One fine day I was fishing at sea
Two big blue whales swam up by me
They flicked their tails sent up a spray
All I could do was watch and pray

They kept flicking and sank my boat
I'm now in the water and here I float
If no one is around to save my life
Then a widow she'll be,

Universal Sea Shanty

Universal Sea Shanty; or, The Generic Folk Song

Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
Sailing with potatoes
The perfect Irish jig.

Sea Shanty

The sea
that surrounds this narrow land
floats its salted scent across
on a misted wind.
It calls to us,
a rolling song
of a thousand voices,
swallowed
by its merciless depths.
They chant a crashing chorus
of ships and sails,
prayers and fishing nets,
protesting
their watery fate—
as if to affirm
their seafaring souls,
which are never lost, 
but summon their 
earthly brothers
to the shore.

Shanty Town

Shanty Town

The sun goes down on Shanty Town
And drags all light away
And not one moonbeam touches ground
Though numerous are they.
Not even do the eyes of owls
Pervade the ebon plight
Where air is foul, where stray dogs howl,
And babes cry through the night.

Shanty Town Sheila

Sheila grew up in a shanty town
Met a shanty man in woods round
Lived in a shanty shack for quite a while
But her shanty man never did truly smile

So she moved on to a shanty boat
Mississippi living easy as a float
Sheila took a job in a shanty band
Made money when they reached dry land

Soon divorced the

Chorus For a Sea Shanty

Set your willy on fire boys, 
set your willy on fire 
Dance and sing and hop and scream 
and set your willy on fire.

Shanty

Each footprint we make is a step closer 
to that moment we brake and
no recent dreams are formed 
from that cosmic meltdown to
Which you will encounter a crimson cow that’s
Lurking behind your cup of morning darkness. 
The laughing mortar whispers through 
The broken window and asked are you ok, 
as I walked down the street

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