PyratePhil

Lass- Tweren't true there were pagan pyrates??? I be no historian-type, but still and all... As fer the Disnee-Land - o'kay, ye gots me there! Cap't- Bein' a newbie and recluse and such on this here board, fergive me ignorance, but it be soundin' like a fearsome adventure a'comin' yer way...

Iff'n Key Lime pie Be the key to yer rhyme Then where be ye gettin Yer poetic time? Yer meter is dandy Yer verbage sublime Yer sentence construction Could stop on a dime. But where be the lime pies I'm wantin' to know I be hopin' now that ye'll grant us a show!

Not meanin' to gather me any replies hereabouts, but iffin' ye have a few odd moments, ye might be wantin' to think about... Do ye REALLY think ye would have been able to survive as a pyrate in the Golden Age? Without the auto-mobiles, the air-conditionin', the cable-Tee-Vee and such... With the infestations...the rats...the mutinies...the loneliness... With the REAL fights, not the ones that be foisted up'n us by them Holly-wude peoples... Ye'd be livin' large, an' no mistake, but ye'd also be livin' hard. Could ye cut the mustard?

Vera' nice collection o' verbal images, m'lady!

Not meanin' no cruel Nor no cryin' in gruel I'm sure, tho', ye'd teach me Much better than school. I'm flattered you'd think to Give me discounts grand Instead o' jes' tellin' me, "Phil, go pound sand!" You do a good job, lass, O' matchin' me rhymes, Jes' keep on practicin' While I suck on me limes.

Sorry, lass, I can't deliver Tho' so much I'd like to give 'er, (Time fer cold swims in th' river!) Drippin'-dry upon th' shore.

"The Lyttle Pyrate's Book of Poems" "Poems for a Plunderer" "Haiku Horrors" "Seafarin' Stanzas" "Prose to Pillage By" "Verse and Worse" ""Arrrr" and Other Syllables" "A Study of 18th Century Oceanographic Linguistic Anomalies"

Goin' to th' Faire Walk-Away Rat on a Stick That's what I hope for. Vendors here and there Simon, please show me your wares. No credit? Who cares? Bodice be strainin' As she bends, lost in her thoughts... I be lost in mine. Manly pyrate men Playin' Candyland on deck There go me heros! Poet and fighter A true Renaissance blighter He's lost beside her. Pommel and handguard Tang meets blade in a firm way Whistles in the stroke.

Hell's bells, ma'am, I can't see's it from where I be...mayhaps iff'n ye turns around and sorta shows the plot o' ground in question, we might be settlin' this little problem...

Whoa! I thought I be the only one rememberin' thet company... ...many a minute passed in glee, watchin' fer signs on the ol' road-trips betwixt ports...

No matter how hard I tries 'Tis a fact tha' it's me I despise It's sad but it's true Don't want spattin' wi' you Would rather see Rosalinda's eyes. Nice haiku, btw, m'lady...

Ouch! (In deep Irish brouge) Sure'n now, lass, would ya' be havin' a pint wi' me? (dancin' a jig...) No, no, m'lady - THAT sign be sayin' STOP! ...picked it up when I lived in th' ol' Greenwich Village fer a while...

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M'lady- I don't be thinkin' you'd much like ta do that anyhow... Although the view may indeed be pretty, this property has been used by th' best and condemned by th' worst!

Forgive me, Phil, I'm in Pyrate Special Ed. We're slow! I get it, now! Pass the salt, please.......! Ah, me por pretty, fret not now, Don't go out and have a big cow now, 'Tis just as I feared, 'Tis 'cause I am weird, Accept me apology (with bow).

Aye, m'lady, I be takin' a short draught since I be pilotin' tonight... Here's to ye an' Capt. Scupper, and all th' Who's in Port Royal! An' Capt. Grey - admire away, says I - the view is free!

I be hearin' o' wings and burgers, wings and pizza, 'n' even wings and sushi... ...but wings and fly? O, well, to each his or her own, I guesses...

RumbaRue- Oh, DON'T be gettin' me started 'ere...I got's a bellyfull o' yokes fer ya's... Cap't. Grey- I be thankin' ya most kindly now. Me quill is oft mightier than me sword, tho' me sword's not half-bad...

Arrgh...jes' a few posts 'ere 'n' already I be shiverin' timbers! Glad t' oblige, lass

Be it worth whatever- In my "real" life, I'm an acupuncturist/Chinese herbalist/taiji and qigong-type of fella... I'd often thought of getting some gear together to portray a doctor, but the big drawback, of course, is that I could only sign on to a junk...

Thank ye kindly, Spydre - I'll be havin' a Skull Dugger, barkeep! 'Twere a bit strange mixin' Seuss 'n' pyrates, to be sure...but then, I be a bit strange, too...too many stories and black 'n' white tellyvisions as a wee lad, don't ya know... M'lady Goodwench...what are I to be sayin' exceptin'...may we be meetin' on the far shore...

Them pantywaist gendarmes ought'n to be given the cat! Imagine supressin' such creativity... Huzzah I says to them pyrates!

Thank ye kindly, Wartooth - it were jus' off'n the top o' me shiny dome, so to speak...

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Pirate Haiku I sail the cruel sea Just to plunder and pillage What does that make me? It makes me – Pyrate! The envy of all a-shore The dream of wenches. My cutlass is sharp And my musket is powdered Frightful image, I. The good ship is trim Sails puff out in the fresh breeze Salt spray in my face. Take what I want now Leave no tale-tellers behind The creed of the sea.