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Drink to her whose sorrow Nay... I'll drink to her on the morrow...
Has aroused a poet's sigh; She who'd set my thoughts a'fly...
A woman who brought tomorrow She from whom I'd borrowed...
What treasure can never buy. Treazure grand from silken thigh...
Her words are penned with sadness Her words o'pen o'gladness...
And often an empty tone; Feelings oft thought as madness...
Along with all those feelings Full cool crost river's stone...
In a sea of tears from feeling alone. A'drift in sea o'tear... o'smile felt hers alone.

Here's to her whose sorrow Here's to she of morrow...
Has made many a poet cry; Whose gift I so shall try...
Her words are read with tears Her words thus through the years...
That rain like love from the sky. Shall be as rain o'love from sky.
Now the sea will drink her tears Aye! I'll toast then on that morrow...
With those we try to hide; Gone thus her fog o'sorrow...
Here's to her whose sorrow As joy displaces fear...
Flows free from deep down inside. When then our sea doth drink her tear...
Mine as well fast by her side...
Elizabeth Wesley Winds of pleazure set high our tide...
So shall I my glass lift high...
To she that sails on winds o'pride.

SeaWolf

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One Small Tear


One Small Tear

One small tear was seen to fall from the beautiful eye
of that most beautiful Queen Sharalee Lorelei
This tear slowly fell from her cheek & as it did so it became
a perfectly perfect & most shimmering white pearl

This pearl slowly fell into the outsretched hand of SailorGirl
who quickly placed it into the velvet pouch which she protected
that Bracelet of the Sun within
Thus preserving it for all time to come
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It is said in these legends that this beautiful pearl became the first
of all the pearls of the seas... & that SailorGirl had removed it from
her velvet pouch one day & placed it gently into the sea

That from that day forward any tear from any Princess became yet another pearl
& another & another filling the seas with such beauty that no sort of sadness
could ever harm anyone ever again.

SeaWolf
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Asparagus Full Grown

"Asparagus Full Grown"

Now it had been said again & again...
By those who sailed way away back then when~
Whot ayre aloft shall always come down~
So's may be seen in the streets of some town!

'Twas such to be true we shall find out~
'Twas such to be naught 'avin' dreams about~
'Twere we to believe whot's whot we'd seen~
'Twere a'fore our very eyes 'twould be in between~

As did that great Dragon O'Fire return...
Up into the sky his great wings our sea churned!
Flames of colours ne'er before seen~
Shot forth as into that village he careened!

Down down down he'd so run!
Now all prepared to have such great fun!
Feasts were begun a'cookin' & tables laid out!
Music had begun a'playin! Dance had sprung about!

Winter then became spring & into summer it fastly spun!
Loaves of great breads were in ovens then done!
Great feasts were now ready just to be consumed!
As smoke from that Dragon continued to fume!

Crops began growing at speeds ne'er known!
Radish & cucumber, pumpkins for pie!
Cabbages & turnips & asparagus full grown!
Great goose & huge turkey all ready to try!

Great songs were sung & tales were told!
Everyone young & all those so old!
Joined in such festival as ne'er before~
Had been heard of or told in any folklore!

Thus winter had ended & a summer had sprung~
Just from the majic that great ship had brung!
Come now my krewe we feast & then dance in the day!
For me royals ayre foine & me mizzens a'stay!
 
So, then it came to pass...
As all were feasting, dancing, telling tall tales...
Now singing of sea~shantys...
In that fishervillage by the sea known as Thalassa...
Shrouded in the Purple Haze of Mystery & Wonder...

Unseen by any was the swirling water beneath the great ship!
Unseen the great dark shape gliding along the very bed of the sea!

What happened in the moments to follow has been told...
From generation to generation... from sailor to son...
From seawench to daughter... even more when the day was done...
 
Yet few dare to imagine it as true!
Yet those who dare to e'er so do?
They then know secret to why sky is blue!
This then is why real sailors are so few!

Aloft Aloft! Ye elfs so grand!
Up to me crow's nest now go ye & stand!
I'll run me 'elm free & shake out me reefs!
Ye'll spy out those dragons & sirens and thieves!
Sail on sail on as ye please!

Seek out that which makes us both wail!
Find for us now that which ne'er does us fail!
Those greatest of steepseas & far howlin'gales!

SeaWolf
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Just So Near


" Just so Near "

Time doth tell as so we know...
That which we rarely hear.
Our fancy so as winds do blow...
Is life within one tear.

One tiny bit of thought...
Does slowly find a way.
As freedom thusly bought...
Makes way to light of day.

Truly that we've ever sought...
Was always just so near.
Within that bit of teardrop caught...
As now does disappear.

Time doth tell we'll never know...
That which we need not hear.
For 'twas ever ours as days did go...
Way of just one tear.

SeaWolf
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Ship of Doom


" Ship of Doom "

Ship of doom so sailed to sea ~
Dark her course... 'twas meant to be ~

Into seas this great ship sped ~
Her past... her history... of naught but dread ~
O'er those waves her bows did'st cleave ~
Her memories... but silken webs to weave ~

Thunder on her decks was heard ~
Yet sailors aboard spake no word ~
For ship such as she was doomed thus so~
Gone north into winds then fierce a'blow ~

Down her bows crept steadily then ~
None to know which verse thus then ~
For rime was abound on her decks those days ~
Yet aloft was fire seen from her stays ~

Off afar from crow's nest was hailed ~
As below in her belly that crew did bail ~
For her planks ridden with dark worm & rot ~
Such ship did'st sail from whence known not ~

Far corner o'globe she ran from ever ~
Home her port seen oft yet never ~
Equator her line of happenchance ~
Capricorn her thought yet not her stance ~

Now she sails a spars a'glisten ~
A'deck her men all a'listen ~
Now speaks thus such sorrowful ship ~
With voice akin to crackin' o'whip ~

Hail! Ye Lads.... heartily all ~
Sail we've had & such so a'ball ~
Now deep down Davy Jones' way ~
I'm thus bound this cold north day ~

My sprit I drive now into next wave ~
Darkness & silence I do now crave ~
Gone from me now pleazure o'sound aloft ~
For me hull is naught but now gone soft ~

I'll seek that bottom at sea's very depths ~
Were there I'll find my wager thus kept ~
With devil I’ve played throughout these years ~
Now I’ll so lay to rest all such fears ~

Sail with me now lads & lasses bold all ~
Into realms which di'dst us then enthrall ~
Gone only now our fine spark & fire ~
Quenched so by life's sodden quagmire ~

Off now go we & heads look a'forard ~
To see what 'twas behind & now not toward ~
Rocks... reefs... depth’s sandy shoals ~
These so now our woe begotten goals ~

So to break up these planks hath caused me to live ~
For as ship o'the main I was once known to give ~
Now all such gone with wild sea's winds ~
As now my time... mirrors death's sins ~

Down down down do I speed ~
In need o'sleep... dark do I need ~
Run now quickly from my decks so I say ~
Or with me in devil's depths ye shall play ~

Bouzouki in hand I now last am at rest ~
For with song always I have been best ~
Tsifteteli my dance so join me now so ~
For life is naught that which e'er we'll know ~

SeaWolf
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For Francine Roberts

'Tis true Francine... those lovers two...
On that Road to Kiloree...
Were to find a path quite new...
As love they found under oaken tree...
Yet theirs was naught but journey bright...
As your sentiment didst see...

Thus 'tis so must now I go...
Amidst those thoughts of yours...
To find my way to pen of day...
Those lovers we'll continue to know...

For yours the wish so found within...
Is goal of lofty worth...
And I? Indeed... shall be pressed to pen...
The why, the what, the when.

SeaWolf

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"sank That Annie Laurie"

Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves,
Took with her such fine young crew and not a life she saves.
Left there on the mountain,
Just the wives, the gals, the slaves.

Ne'er hunt nor e'er sing shall these lads so lost,
To mountain folk only known that which had been cost.

Banjos ne'er plucked agin,
Danced their last these kin.
Guitar now does stand forlorn,
Futures so then thusly shorn.

Sank that Annie Laurie, down beneath those waves,
Took with her those mountain folk to coldest watery graves.

SeaWolf
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" In Maudlin Verse "

In maudlin verse his tale was told,
Of sailors, ships or captains bold.
Naught for us but fancy seemed,
Thought mayhap 'twas what he'd dreamed.

Of sea or song or adventure grand,
We listened well all us of land.
As wind caressed our mountains old,
In maudlin verse his tale was told.

In hope of journey without end,
We all to him our ears did lend.
Thus we found our hearts he rent,
In maudlin verse our day he spent.

His eyes were clouds upon a sea,
His voice cold wind of yesterday.
We found his tale more a plea,
In maudlin verse so swept away.

To us he spoke of sights so seen,
Of wonders imagined in deepest dream.
Of times of riches or days of lean,
To us his tale real did seem.

As he spoke dark clouds did gather,
Wind once swift now grew slack.
Sky once blue took hue of black,
In maudlin verse his tale he'd rather.

Worlds unknown yet discovered,
Moons above us the while hovered.
Maudlin was his tale that day,
Our very hearts so did he stay.

SeaWolf
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Pirate's Kids



" Pirate's Kids "

Pirates bein' such the noisy bunch~
'Twouldn't surprise me 'twere true my hunch~
Bein' o'course all Pirates once were kids~
So oft then were findin' better use fer fids~

Linin' ship's decks in such orderly a fashion~
Pots pans & buckets a'taken from the galley~
Kids o'those ships with fids would be thrashin'~
On these collections known then as trap alley~

Now in this day of technology supreme~
Kids o'the kids o'those kids are still seen~
Their decks may be a'ship or even in house~
Yet that fearsome noise still does all crew arouse~

Me now havin' found a great collection of traps~
Does so now imagine if'n a special kid mayhaps~
Who's a kid o'some sailor & so inclined to make noise~
Would he I wonder in such play find his joys~

Black as pearls Polynesian & of Pacific so deep~
'Tis now the color of these traps I then so do speak~
Aye's though a question must be mayhap set aside~
'Til a time when stars apart do no longer collide~

SeaWolf
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Best Poems Written by Caribbean Seawolf

So It Shall Be

She O'The Morrow

One Small Tear

Asparagus Full Grown

Just So Near

Ship of Doom

For Francine Roberts

"sank That Annie Laurie"

" In Maudlin Verse "

Pirate's Kids