What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once stood brave?
Their minds controlled their souls enslaved
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Or shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Filled to the gunwale are the guns
The creature of the swamp now runs
He runs all things and everyone
The children now walk the plank
All hope sank, hopes sank
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Will you come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, shall overcome
“Let who is without sin,
throw da first stone.”
- dat Jesus Guy
Throughout history
Many eyes have seen
Their own two hands ...
Throw the first stone
Pull the trigger
Thrust the sword
Hang a wigger or Hitler wannabe
Push The button
Swing the axe
Flip the switch
Make Anthrax
Sign the order
Gas the chambers
Scalp a brother
Build the Bomb behind closed doors
Pull the lever, walk the plank
It’s either us or them has always been
and seems a thoughtless worthless endeavor
So, when does it start, the thinking clearly
Instead of just following orders
What changes the mind of madness,
Evil must be destroyed to free ourselves
Does it happen after the bombs drop?
The Book of Doom
Says there is room
For all of us in heaven
If not, there’s plenty room in hell
For everyone who just want to
Keep on following orders
Blindly, without questioning nothing.
A sure-fire way to create an Extinction event
is to just keep on following orders
Who needs asteroids
When all we need is a little love
And a lot of ignorance
Judy’s catchy enthusiasm galvanized our pirate crew
so we set sail down the seven seas, ocean blue
yo-ho-ho- we sang loudly, merry and gay
other fearsome pirate ships moved out of our way
excitement permeated our mission, our spirits high
we kissed all our hardships, doubts and do nots goodbye
stirred up, we were filled with crazy amounts of joy and glee
ready to be as evil and mean as Simon La Gree
We are going to make our enemies walk the plank we sang
giving exuberant cheers, our enthusiasm as loud as a bang
we snarled and grouched, and fought over who would be chief
arguing all the way to the largest West Indies big reef
she had set our hearts afire, giving us confidence galore
We were still arguing about it, when we reached a sandy shore
in a very short time, our Judy was elected captain by a vote
I could not argue about it in this island, remote
There is a little Pirate Girl,
Her name is Captain Alanna,
She wears a Jolly Roger on her hat,
And she loves bananas.
She sails on a Pirate ship,
Across oceans and seas,
Swashbuckling and hunting treasure,
In between having afternoon teas.
No other ships or crew are safe,
When Captain Alanna sets sail,
They see her ship on the horizon,
That’s when they tremble, then turn pale.
If anyone makes her angry,
They’re made to walk the plank,
She hides her treasure on desert islands,
It isn’t in any bank.
She prefers to drink apple juice,
She’s not too keen on rum,
A happy pirate girl she is,
And hardly ever glum.
With her crew she’s bossy,
She calls out “All hands on deck”,
“Arrrrgh”, they all reply,
Then whisper “Oh heck”.
There’s a parrot on her shoulder,
A patch over her right eye,
She’s ruthless with her cutlass,
Enough to make grown men cry.
Afternoon naps are forbidden,
She sleeps when she’s ready,
Snuggled up with her trusty sidekick,
The one that she calls Teddy.
Once upon a time,
A pirate ship came to mind.
Large and flowing,
With figure head all knowing.
Leading the ship day and night,
Into the latest pirate fight.
Brought many a ship's crew to their knees.
When Esmerelda held her cutlass high,
Squinted about with her one good eye.
The first mate squirreled,
In a hurry,
To turn the rudder left or right.
Failure to obey,
Would send the first mate to walk the plank,
Into the sharks as he sank!
The ship in the bottle grew pirates and more.
I noticed it one day on my way home from the store.
With pointed lances, they made each other walk the plank.
I could barely wait to tell my best friend name of Hank.
He ran right over to see what I saw on a daily basis now.
I see none of them, he stated, watching the brow.
Are you serious? I yelped as one stuck me in the eye.
With a lance that he had hand carved. What a mean guy!
The monster carried a copper saber in his left hand, giving me a fright.
He was slashing an imaginary foe with a bronze sword in his right.
Upon closer inspection I saw this skeleton’s all-knowing green eye
For a pirate who was long deceased, he was definitely a scary guy.
I stepped out of the way and watched him run another through.
The guy gave a gasp, collapsed, and fell into a funk of solid blue.
Skeleton pirate heard my gasp and hissed “My name is Hank!”
Within seconds he was making another child walk the plank.
The child was bound and gagged, so I jumped into the water too.
It was the most gorgeous ocean, with ribbons of periwinkle blue.
The child was grateful to be saved, and told his story to the police.
I tried to back him up, but it did not work. He introduced himself as Reese.
Pirate Petey provided a pleasurable pirate fantasy for his persnickety crew
They got to make the inhabitants walk the plank, and they ran some through
sword battles and torturous techniques are were finished by a quarter ‘til two.
So they took a long luxurious nap in the Cove named aptly Pretty Boo Boo.
Captain Tabby Longtail stands
Like Ahab at the helm,
His Jolly Roger flying high
Above his salty realm.
He’ll keelhaul your scurvy carcass
If you give him any bull,
And he’ll make you walk the plank, mate,
If his food dish isn’t full.
A mutiny on the ship in the sixth of the seven seas
Caused by the notorious parrot Mr. Jimmy Jeaves
He is the worst captain we’ve ever had said the cook.
He is the meanest of the mean, he threw away the book.
Captain Pirate heard the cook and made him walk the plank.
The rest of them watched in horror, as lost his life and rank.
A mutiny on the ship caused the rest of them to cringe.
Worst of all, they had to dine on birdseed, a new binge.
humpty dumpty has a book that does not go away
We tried to peek, but he was not ready to play.
He told us to leave, for he was on deck a ship
Battling a storm, the cutter was ready to flip!
Call me captain, old Humpty said.
His cheeks were pink, his nose was red.
Or walk the plank he added in a weird way.
We tiptoed past him on this reading Tuesday.
History, treasure troves, tales about gold
If I were a pirate a 100 years ago
The pilot of a ship
I would make my enemies walk the plank!
In the water they would take a dip!
Once in a while, my crew and I,
Will have a party
In which we will dance
I will also own a talking parrot
Who tells stories,
From his time in France!
Pirate witch’s reputation resounded all over the world
Anyway, in Mystic Hollow, which is where I lived.
I had heard she was six foot tall, an exaggeration of course.
She was not an inch over five foot eleven I’ll bet.
Is she a pirate or a witch? Someone asked; I did not know.
Could not answer. Did not even try. Was intrigued though.
Because she dressed as both, not easy to do.
I had no words at all, but my mouth was wide open.
She saw this and smiled with a genuine smile
The kind you get from a witch who wants to eat you
Or from a pirate who makes you walk the plank.
I began to tremble, unsure of my future now.
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.
Living in a house very old,
it was always drafty and cold.
Metal stairs to the basement lead,
from an old pirate's ship they said.
Was this story really told?
On the ship many were sick~dead,
did they all walk the plank in red.
Those metal steps brought real fear,
a bottomless pit was so near.
Dark and dusty I must now head.
The washer~dryer were in here,
clean clothes I needed to appear.
I headed for the metal stairs,
a voice was calling in the airs.
Where are you now going my dear?
Date Written:6/9/2022
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