Poetry
Poems and other lyrical works.
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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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With Halloween approaching I thought it would be a dandy time to post one of my poems from my new book. It's about Halloween...and a pirate! Surrender the Sweets! I’m a thieving little sea dog, the meanest ever born, and I demand that you surrender your stash of candy corn! I’ll also snatch your Cracker Jack, your popcorn balls as well, take away each taffy and creamy caramel. I’ll confiscate your crunch bars and force you to give up your licorice, your lollipops and peanut butter cups. I’ll make off with your Milk Duds, your bubble gum cigars, and last I’ll hijack happily your hoard of Hershey bars. You can keep the apples and all that healt…
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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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I. He cut a dashing figure on deck Resembling a dagger to the neck. Misty gray-blue, his glare Only the sea can compare. Hair, dark and soft as raven’s wing This, self proclaimed, “Pirate King!” “Jonathan Hawks belongs in the stocks Jonathan Hawks will lose more than his locks!” II. He sails not for fame or lady’s pleasure He is purely an adventure. Seeking that which was lost, No matter what the cost. Life or limb Is all the same to him. “Jonathan Hawks belongs in the stocks Jonathan Hawks will lose more than his locks!” ©2005 Shana L. Martin Largo FL All Rights Reserved _____________________________________________ In case you all are curious the "Jo…
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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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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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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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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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The End The sun has risen, the sun has set Their gallant deeds we shant forget The final king has gone at last The sand has fallen from the glass On Guinea's sweltering Coast The last king of the sea has gone to hell to roast He was the best of the Best, But now he's gone to rejoin the Rest Black bart, was the last of his breed Who on the trade of nations did feed He was the very last to fall But before he did, he acheived it all he looted and stole, just like his mates But after four years, now he shares their fate Now, like them, he rests below Down to Jones they all did go The last pirate has died, tis true Rejoined in the Locker by me and you The Go…
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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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THE PIRATE AND THE MERMAID The surf thundered as the longboat came ashore its hull grinding to a halt on the sandy beach. A lone man steps into the water. His eyes have a steely glint and his face is lined grim with determination. It is dark with thick fog rolling along the shore. Wind gusts whipped up the sand stinging his face as he walks. What was driving this Pirate? What is he searching for? Haunted by a song he had heard once while sailing in pristine green waters. Ever since that day it was all he could think of. His soul consumed with desire! Suddenly a ray of light from the heavens clears the dark fog showing him the way. He can see her sitting on …
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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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The cold, dark waves splash hard On the rock teeth of the shore. The cold, harsh tide rolls in And the wind blows cold like before. Over the graves of sailors, the Harsh ocean's mouth's white foam Reaches with cold, foamy fingers Reaching towards harbor-town homes. The song of the sea sings sweetly Below- luring the young lads so brave Out to the cruel wide ocean- Out onto the hungry, cold waves. Away from the home of his father Away from his mother's warm arms Away from the home he grew up in To a strange world of danger and harm. The boy now dreams often of England and home And of his pretty young lass But the sky grows dark and the wind picks up An…
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THEE KNOT Just a young lad when me be signin' on, they be givin' me a knot me could not see. Now an old Captain still sailin' thee seas an' many a good mate has died under me. A Pirates life it be thee life fer me, they all be shoutin' with glee. Not knowin' thee doorway ta' hell be opened upon thee rollin' sea. Wenches an' rum, bloody cutlass an' plunder, thee roar of big guns all be pleasure fer me. Fearless with abandon we be livin' thee good life till fate be comin' our way. In thee end thar' be no glory in death, fer being murderin' scum they be thinkin' we be. Stretchin' our necks ta' get our last breath swingin' high up in thee breeze. When a young la…
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Treasured Melody Climbing out on the quarterdeck, I’d spent the night tallying gold. We’d taken a brig off Maracaibo And her treasure now lays in our hold. The sun’s just topping the horizon, The color of burnished copper in the air, In my mind, I immediately see your visage, ‘Cause the whole sky is the color of your hair. Last night, I logged pearls set among rubies And jade nuggets of various size, But your smile makes the pearls look washed out And the jade cannot compare with your eyes. We’d taken nutmeg and pepper and sugar But your love is all the spice I’ll ever need. We captured silks that I can’t wait to strip off you, So I order on more canvas fo…
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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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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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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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Xavier Quinn He seems no higher than a grown man's shin And with malicious grin, he has great pride in… Tracking down those who pillage, plunder, and relish in sin! Chances are slim, you'd escape from him! East India Company's best man. Some say he's more like the devil's own right hand. The Isles of Caiman to the ports of Japan, He is known by every pirate and courtesan! A seemingly decent gent, who's speech is most eloquent . 'Tis hard to believe he is so hell bent, But one look, and it becomes quite evident. That he desires to rid the world of every malcontent! Known to bring down men twice his size, with the blaze of Hades in his eyes. When he does "deal" w…
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