Poetry
Poems and other lyrical works.
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Please feel free to post your poems and lyrics here. I have only a few guidelines... Please post only your ORIGINAL work. Plagiarism has no place here. PG-13 rated and under only... anything more than that will be nuked. No exceptions. No advertisements or promotions. They will be moved or deleted. All other forum guidelines apply... please read them again. Have fun. Make it interesting. The guidelines are subject to change at any moment. Send me rum. Or beer. Or both. Don't make me stop this car.
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Some pirates have parrots for pets, Some monkeys, others frisky fer-rets! But as for me crew, Only an elephant will do . . . He's huge but he never forgets!
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I. What you gave was nothing more than smoke and mirror While tears fill my eyes, the truth becomes clearer. Your words once tasted like honey wine Now have grown bitter and rancid over time. Trickery and lies, have you no shame? Trickery and lies, broken hearts are your game. II. Whispers, promises, and every single vow Means less than nothing to me now. A feeling warm, like a drink of rum Has left me cold and rather numb. Trickery and lies, have you no shame? Trickery and lies, broken hearts are your game. III. You flew me to heaven, only to fall straight to hell Now all that lies before you is an empty shell. I let you in so deep, to places of me so de…
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I. He moves silent like the wind on a moon less night. Wine women and song taking freely that, is his delight. Eyes that mesmerize, dark as coal Gazing too deeply can steal one’s soul. Skin full of warmth and tan Liken to the tropics and Jamaican sand Women adore him, for his velvet smile. Men scorn him, for leaving them breathless mile upon mile. II. No one knows his name, For deception is his game. He plays them all like a pipe’s song Then just as quickly he sails on. He has broken many a heart, both young and old He is not one to have or to hold. For his one and only love is me The wide vast expanse of the sea. III. “Oh daughters of Poseidon, pear…
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Wishing everyone a very MERRY CHRISTMAS and hoping that my friends have the best year ever in the coming year and my enemy gets what he truly deserves before the end of 2009! The Pirate Christmas Party Fifteen men ‘round the Christmas tree, Ho, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! All were pirates including me. Ho, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! The party was loud and runnin’ wild, Celebratin’ the birth of the dear Christ child, But this were no place for the meek or mild! There was meat and drink for all to spare, The table was laden with Christmas fare And red and green rigging for all to wear! Ho, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum! Fifteen men with presents for all, H…
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“Certaine Plaine Verse for the use of young Surgeons by the Author gathered, In praise of Salt. Salt with the world did beginne, whose end exceedeth time: In it lie hidden secrets rare, which no tongue can divine. Our Saviour his Disciples deere, to salt did oft allude: Who by their blessed voices fill’d the earth with spirituall food. Salt many jewels farre exceedes, salt guideth health and life: Salt Author is of all increase, ‘gainst salt there is no strife. Salt and his force, his place, his time, his power in life and death: His choice, his change, his actions stra admire we may on earth. __ What living creature can want salt, what plant …
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I. The gray bitter cold of morn Finds him in a leaf barren wood alone. Feeling numb, heart frozen, Is this the path he should have chosen? He trecks on, face full of frost Searching for that, which he has lost. Morning turns to evening And no hope of the ache ever leaving. Long is this journey of despair Which seems to be going no where. He trecks on, face full of frost Searching for that, which he has lost. II. Dark is the night to winter’s soul An unyeilding chill that won’t let go. Sitting by fire’s blaze, His mind drifts into mist, and haze. To that once warm, guilding light To those soft arms that held him tight Those lips filled with passion’s lo…
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Some say, love gives you wings. I say, love allows you to soar without them. Some say, love takes your breath away. I say, love gives you a reason to breath. Some say, love will overcome all obstacles. I say, love is an irresistible force. Some say, love is all we need. I agree.
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An Ode to Rum Oh, nut-brown companion of humid tropic nights! Oh, intoxicating nectar of the fertile gods! In passion, you enhance all my earthly delights, In battle, you wildly bolster my martial odds. Born in the planters’ verdant sugarcane fields, Jack Tar has taken you to the ends of this world And I pray that you await me in the Kingdom to come! But with all the wonders that your enjoyment yields And all the garlands your faithful imbibers have hurled, …
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The Horizon "When you look at the horizon, do you see the waves? Or do you see the sky?" All right, all right! I hear ye, mate! When yer sixty feet or more off the deck, High in the riggin' and a gale's a'blowin' and The ship be heeled over to a fine point and The cold has turned the horses to iron bars and The bos'un has ye dancin' a jig in the wind . . . There ye'll be starin' straight into the face of God! But, listen to what I have to say: When yer sittin above board after a fine mess, With a clean deck to yer backside and A fresh wind coolin' off the fo'c'sle sweat and Weather fittin' and proper for twelve knots and All the doggies and their masters a…
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A "clerihew" is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley. A clerihew has the following properties: It is biographical and usually whimsical, showing the subject from an unusual point of view; it pokes fun at mostly famous people It has four lines of irregular length and metre (for comic effect) The rhyme structure is AABB; the subject matter and wording are often humorously contrived in order to achieve a rhyme, including the use of phrases in Latin, French and other non-English Languages The first line contains, and may consist solely of, the subject's name. Clerihews are not satirical or abusive, but they target famous individ…
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Five pirate Haiku I wrote one day before Theatre class last semester. Feel free to add your own pirate haiku, if you have any. Tortuga Revel into night Gambling, drinking, wenching RUM! On the Turtle's back Doubloons Sparkling gold doubloons Behold wealth of Spanish Main Shinning in the sun Pirate Gold Blood money paid to A hundred sea robbers bold Behold! Pirate Gold! Bury it Deep! Dig! Bury it deep! Down! My chest of gold and jewels! And dead men won't speak! Galleon Grand See the galleon sail She flies the Jolly Roger On the Spanish Main
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The Captain's Farewell by Willoughby Caught We bid farewell to our captain beloved he's gone aloft for his voyage is through and onward we sail better for his commanding Captain, my Captain, how we miss you I remember the day that I stood there before him to show him the skill I had learned by his side Oh, save me, oh God, I am in the deep water nothing is missed by the Captain's sharp eyes He had his ways for he was a sailor with a love of tall ships, and a love of the sea So patient with others what would be a sailor a friend to us all and a mentor to me He abides in love, and he's off a sailin' In waters so distant our captain now strays As we go on, we …
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The Emerald Rich be the mines in the Realm of New Spain None richer than those of the Andes Of silver and gold, the riches are told And emeralds green, a sight to behold Riches to tempt a pirate so bold So listen, me hearties, as me tale unfolds Listen and I’ll spin it for you We set sale from Jamaica one fine summer day Riding the tide that flowed from the bay Fair were the skies, our spirits were high We knew to a man that plunder was nigh Fabulous riches piled to the sky So in our folly we set our hopes high Vowing to sack Cartagena Cartagena won’t fall to our little ship It would take a large fleet and an army But our ship it was fast so their ships w…
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It's In Me Blood The pub were full the night we met, Ol’ Benny Hawkins and me. The crew was rowdy – we were sailin’ next day, And the rum were a’flowin’ right free. I sat and I watched Ben drink all night And drunker and drunker he became. Sailin' together, we became good mates, ANd I saw Ben’s nights were all the same. I’d seen the drink kill a man a’fore And I hated to watch it take Ol’ Ben down; So I waited for a night when he weren’t so in his cups And there were no other crewmen hangin’ ‘roun’. Hearin' me out, he answered, “I know I should stop drinkin’, I should! But I fear it’s in me blood, boy,” he said, “The Devil's thirst, aye, it’s in me bloo…
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Children went to learn and play on the autumn day. A great wave of loss and despair was felt everywhere People came with love to share. Never forget, always remember. . . The eleventh of September. Devastation more than words can tell, as towers and sprits fell. Grief and pain was upon every face, Yet God’s hand rested on us full of mercy and of grace. Never forget, always remember. . . The eleventh of September. The weak were made strong, and righted that which was wrong. Giving their lives to save others, People we are proud to call “sister’s and brother’s.” Never forget, always remember. . . The eleventh of September. Inspired By: God & The One Year …
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Maiden Of The Sea James McShane had but one aim; To find that, which ignites desire's flame. If only he knew her name… Maiden, maiden, of the sea Come to me, oh come to me. My heart is full of love for thee. Maiden, maiden, of the sea. So he set sail on the seven, Upon the month, and well past the hour of eleven. In search for "that gift from heaven!" Maiden, maiden, of the sea Come to me, oh come to me. My heart is full of love for thee. Maiden, maiden, of the sea. With his spyglass he did gaze; Through the mist and haze, He saw her tail slowly raise. Maiden, maiden, of the sea Come to me, oh come to me. My heart is full of love for thee. Maiden, ma…
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I wrote this song using our crews back story The Ballad of the Bone Island Buccaneers Across endless deserts of sea Sun scorched and cursed men, we be Forever our sails made We're bound to this rough trade We search to unravel the key Reese charted a map long ago To fortune and riches untold The church bound to hide it We swore we would find it and make Reese's treasure our own So dressed as a priest Jai did go Stole the map so we sailed for the pole But the Arch Angel followed and Sterling, he bellowed "Make way, or the locker you'll know" Bloody Spike Pierce ruled the day Through maelstroms, storm squall and spray to the earths frozen center we…
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this is more related to the ocean than anything piratical but here goes, this one is something i wrote a few years ago. The wind causes the dancing of flowers, the rhythm of waves The wind causes the toughness of the storm What causes the wind? What causes the summer breeze that tosses my tresses like the dark, curving currents of the ocean in the moonless night? The tribulations of Mother Earth? or the combined whines and pleas of the distressed human race who despair at the closed, bigoted minds of our peers, members of our tainted society. Is every complaint a waste of breath? Is every breath a waste of energy? Or is it the cause of the wind that stirs us?
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The Call can you hear the cadence of cup-shot singers in yesteryear's echoes mingling with the thunder and carriage of that bronze captain which dared the field do songs which then were drowned in applause drift upon your daily dreams as you rehearse unused idioms for tavern parlance and seaside interchanges woolgather your fond memories and unpack your hearty voices set shod feet upon the coral paths and sandy brickworks of pirate parapets let fall the hammers of forge fires reborn and raise glasses of amber all to sisters and brethren both paroled from imprisonment apart to that revelry awaiting them in haunted halls and on sunburned decks can you hear t…
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I. Here is another epic poem thanks to Siren (my big sis) This goes along with the Dark Prince of Plunder! Enjoy!! I. I have sailed the seven, searching for that small bit o’ heaven Since the age of three, nothing compares to she. I’ve watched her walk the moon kissed surf, And give silent praise to the one who gave her birth. As the waves did roll, into the water she did stroll With long raven hair covering just so, all that God gave her would just barely show. Then something caught me by surprise, when I saw her limbs and thighs Transform themselves into a sailor’s deepest wish that of a tail of the largest fish! Green as the color of the seas, the sight …
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Legend Of The Compass Rose: She was beautifully ornate, the kind that would make gentry salivate. All clamored for her attention, but to none did she give her affection. None, but one…none, but me… Robert James McGee. Being the master of the Scorpion, known as the seas greatest champion, Upon the Spanish Main, did indeed go against her father's grain! He is a man of cardinal direction, who believes in "sublime perfection." Thirty-two points he did give, on how "A God fearing man, should live!" However, in me he saw no such qualities, and despite her pleas… I was no longer welcome at his door, and was forbidden to see her…forevermore! So with broken heart in tow…
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The English barred us in that yesterday and took the shelter of the field away We gave it up with jealous wonting ever and vowed return in some unseen December But as the years went swiftly by we raised a glass in silent cry For corral fields and rampart skies New songs unsung and well told lies Bring back the laughter and embraces Which gather strangers to those places Quick to friendship and romances Brimmed with laughter and stolen glances Riots brewed by auctioneers In tents full filled with privateers Another Solstice come and gone No song, no w…
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What follows Ole Zach's Tavern is dark and silence distills upon the green but for the roosters sounding ever and the waves echoing will the spirits speak of us now as we did in our short turn of them our less than solemn musings in anthems of rum condemn where is the string plucked that filled the batteries with living sound and the stray voices which taught love and loss by song aloud where hang the jacks above the canvas which marked the wind and the lovers caged in handfastings of death twinned can you hear the laugh of mortals in their cups and company speak of deeds done and errands all bound up in infamy and taste clever lies we seasoned stories with to give such …
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A poem I wrote in regard to the Deep connection we all feel to the Age of Pyrates A phenoninon I refer to as possessing 'The Pyrate's Soul' I was born back in 92 Of cares and preocupations I had few But of one thing I was sure of most, To a Pyrate's Soul my body was host So sing with me, Let your spirit Free And Let the pirate soul fly We pirates shall ne'er die So how do know a Pyrate's Soul is taken host in thee? When out to sea thou shalt ne'er feel more free! Of all the things ye love me mate, A pirate could ne'er e'er hate So sing with me, Let your spirit Free And Let the pirate soul fly We pirates shall ne'er die When music plays, tis the hornpipe, …
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