Short Patrolled Poems

BOLD BUCCANEER

A wicked and bold buccaneer,
Patrolled the high seas with no fear. 
The kings excise men
Tried time and again,
But never got anywhere near

9th April 2019
Pirate themed limerick contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin...

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Its common,
To not want to seem foreign,
The safety net of what's told,
Even though we're controlled,
Somehow we don't see the problem,
Because we're used to being patrolled
Into whatever we're being sold,
Thinking we've found gold.
No.
We're just thinking without a mind of
our own....

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In river tombs, patrolled by bull shark sentries,
sifting through the heartbeat of centuries
for fossilized teeth of terrifying behemoths
who never laid eyes on the many faces of man
would have devoured him if given the chance
a mineralized tooth and homo sapien hand
meeting where oceans and rivers dance
in the silt of Pliocene dreams....

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Streets are dead in many ways 
as ever looms the reapers snare.
Those asleep have now arisen,
that vacant swarm with deathly glare.
A deadly tide of hungering souls,
for whom the church bell gloomingly tolls.
A windswept scape engulfed by death
and patrolled by corpse with stifled breath.
Tomorrow has nowt' but a bite,
an endless plight of fight or flight.
With future plagued my final sigh
succumbs to fates cold lullaby....

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It's halloween, alas, behold
Two long hours out in the foreboding cold
Out on the streets now being patrolled
By pirates and ghosts alike

Us children, we leap from street to street
Trick or treat, we tweet, then greet
How are you , now can we have some sweets
We beg never defeated

We come back home, comparing freight
(Exhausted) but otherwise great
Giving out the candy that we hate
To all of our neighbourhood friends...

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I had a dog way back when
With white teeth and tail a wag
He slept so fine in steepled den
Crunched on a chicken, like a rag

With eyes of brown, and fur of black
Patrolled the farm, a canine cop
The silly cats he would attack
And barking noise should never stop

One snowy day he disappeared
Walking a road he often trod
Did not return, as I feared
Where was my dog? I asked God

Then one night, I heard him bark
My friend returned in pitch dark...

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Perseverance of many things that may not be controlled,
Actions not always taken on the fly without any regard,
Truth and value of all things and continually patrolled,
Intentional gain of thought will never end hands barred.
Exceptionally this virtue will allow such deep passion.
Never going off the wall in excitement that makes a fall,
Cleverness in containment of emotions may be old fashion.
Each of us needs to think, before overacting on what we saw....

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