Dream Wench

arr ! Rrrrrussell ! Yes..he is a bit bland....I loved the film....so sad about certain characters...in it...great costumes...good rolling seas...a pecking order.....tensions.....dried crackers.....beady eyes dartin' about...tests o manhood.....mother sea with open arms...

In reality she had no one she flits about from Sun to Sun Captain Todd he broke her heart so then she made a brand new start She rode her dinghy from port to port her love affairs were mighty short Captain Bale from June to July when he petered out she wondered why Captain Judson crashed his plane yes it drove our girl insane One man told her "don't wear Make up" this in turn led to a break up Dopey John and his drinkin' habit set her mode to "run like rabbit" she met a woman dressed like a Pirate moored her dinghy "Now let's try it !" C June 3 2004 Dream Wench

Thanks ! I appreciate ya takin tha tyme ta share !

I have never been aboard a tall ship. Are there any pictures of interior lay outs ? I always wondered where the crew slept.and..where the Captain hung his hat...The old films showed bunks, and hammocks...sacks of grain...tankards flappin back and forth as the ship lurched during storms. There was always a man in a striped shirt smoking a clay pipe...saying "I seen worse ! 'taint nothin' ta worry about I tell ye !" (crash...splash) Are there websites depicting life below deck on the old ships ? When the tall ships appear at shows, how much access is allowed to the public ? I always wanted to peek from a porthole....and say "Ahoy Mateys ! " (but not in polyester shorts ! I want Pirate garb!)

Aye....some o tha Poets currently be postin in tha POP Page..... Me Poetry sails be stuck right now in tha Sargasso Sea but when I git a friendly breeze Me words will be set free

Glad ta be entertainin' wit me Poems..pleased ya like 'em..an' pleased ta be readin' whats around..from others ta share ! The expansion o consciousness..be a might fyne gift....

Fyne poems, they be. Keep em comin.... If yer now thinkin we can't be mean jes wait awhile... 'till Halloween ! I'll drink yer mead..an' steal yer kilt I'll even make yer cactus wilt.... The Dreamin Wench has fella poets we be fyne now dont ya know its? Har har...... Dream Wench

Fyne with me fyne with me we write tha poems about tha sea and surf and sand and things Neptunian start tha Poems...I'll see ya Soonian ! yarr !

If Banishment shud be yer fate there be deeds much worse than Rhymes A rude awakening comes ta those who slap a clock that chimes. Or a man who kicks a sleepin' dog or tells a child "git lost" Bein a cold hearted no good fool will pay a higher cost ! Dream Wench fer Phil an his honest ways

Do we want Poets Happy ? Aye Do we want non Poets happy ? Aye Whatever we do we yield to tha crew and fynde ways ta see Aye Ta Aye ! (Dream Wench..a little embarrassed by such a Generic Poem)

Yer Poems be fyne....like a bottle o' wine Tho some Bards grow better with age Our Poems be silly and many are chilly we kin all learn ta speak like a sage ! Dream Wench

No need ta stop as ye dice and ye chop the poets are comin' they say we'll sit in tha galley or in a dark alley and we will write Poems all day We promise not to bore ya but often we'll snore ya cos we run out of "clever" some times but never fear tha Poets are here and Pirates don't run out o Rhymes ! Dream Wench

This Wench be goin' thru phases. When I hit tha road to head West inta the San Luis Valley o' Colorado..in a fortnite...me Poems be scarce on tha board. When I travel..the pen be catchin' things ta share later. Modems be hard ta find along the RV trail..an' usually me head be tired...from avertin' me eyes o all the tacky franchises, an' sign pollution..but tha open road..be another story. I see tha riverways..an Mother Nature...if my Poems be a bit too numerous....I have a velvet leash for em..I kin hold 'em back at will...not one ta make a pest o meself..unless....I see someone bein' mean ta Nature...then I git on 'em. I plan ta videotape meself readin Poems ta herds o cattle...(or donkeys) hopefully in Pirate Garb..or a reasonable facsimile...

Fire me up dramatic weather ! let me know that we're together as I glance toward the darkened sky and know that you are there Nothing can fade our deep connection this lofty night of souls reflection Let me in on your perception Now I know you care I climb the hill in a midnight storm and embrace a balmy tree I head quickly yes into a cave so lightning won't strike me The raindrops dance upon my cheeks and make me close my eyes with every bend of bough and branch another creature dies Resting my head upon the rocks I know it's time to return My state of natural perfection Is such a thing to yearn I head back to my little dinghy and shuffle into bed I know you won't abandon me even when I'm dead C August 11 2003 Dream Wench

Aye. That be steep. I find meself wonderin" how much things cost in 1700, compared ta todays prices. Imagine $1.79 fer a generic frock coat. Even th' old Sears catalogues...be entertainin'..wit' prices. oh where's me time machine?

I be flexible. Me poems number 500 or so...but..I be postin' tha ones pertainin' ta Love an water, The Sea..Pirates....an Ghosts o the mind with a Nautical angle. I be thinkin' me havin' fun with tha Scots Ebonics..from another tyme...The bizarre.."stretchin' o the mind"..be good ta ward off Neuroses....In a high wynde Tyme travellin' souls collide in peculiar ways. Let 'em talk I say ! A private meetin' place..all well, and good. All are welcomed...as far as I be concerned. Iffin' it gets too bad..we kin fashion restraints from worn out sails..and let 'em out on Sundays only.

Like a wave you knocked me over and I tumbled round and round I could have come to the surface but instead I chose to drown Drowning was much better than being cut up on the rocks or walking thru a giant mall while you hunted perfect socks You sat and drank and talked about yourself and all your endless needs the tomatoes I put into your salads "must be free of seeds" The seeds were then wrapped up in cellophane ("one by one" you insisted) the disorder that you suffer from surely isn't listed Once the seeds were wrapped in cellophane they were placed into a paper bag I had to carry them four blocks away like a silent slaving hag When I returned you scowled at me and said " take an hours bath" If I didn't emerge smelling "just like a rose" I had to endure your wrath Then you put on really loud music the type I hated to hear if I didn't smile at the creshendo you filled my soul with fear I decided one night I would pack and go so I headed for the door you tied me up and shut me down then laid me on the floor When I awoke the waves were lapping quite gently at my face you stood above me with hands on hips and called me your "disgrace" With a final shove and kick from your heel you rolled me out to the deep with any luck before too long I would finally get some sleep You smiled at first as you held me under just up to my chin I saw your eyeballs widen (then shift about) as a shark bite did you in ! I tippy toed it back to shore and untied my tied up hands with any luck they'll find bits of you amongst the shifting sands C September 16 2003 Dream Wench

Phil, I be glad you an' yers be here an' about as well !

Glad it's clear to ya Phil, that Liz kin be a ship as well as a wench. Both are capable o sinkin' ya...or keepin' ya afloat. At least as a whale...ye can swaller her whole ! " I ain't baleen ya out this tyme," said tha whale ta the bringers o' sorrow. Ta freedom o Spirit !

LONG JOHN Long John are you off or on ? oh may I confide in you ? I'm nothing short of desolate and I am feeling blue The windy breeze is buffeting me like a nightie gone beserk nothing in my daily life ever seems to work Icy fingers tweak the mist and I feel it hit my face Long John I depend on you come in and see my place C January 14 2004 Dream Wench

Fer me fella Poet Pirate ! Feels good ta see it, an write it....and ta read it from another soul....I be lookin' fer more....tha' Sea is a Poets dream...always somethin lurkin' within, an without !

I hope they still be in business...the update dates seemed a bit askew...but with a bit o luck..they be steamin' on providin' the toppers we all need and love. The amazin'variety is what's caught me eyes, an held 'em. I run across a hat elsewheres with a skull and crossbones that be lightin up..battery wise...but they be sold out....if me wins the lottery..or find a ship ta rob o dubloons..I be openin' a shoppe an' title it The Neon Pirate...yarr! It warms me heart ta see craftsmen an women makin stuff ! There be too much junk outta Walrus Martus an' Dollarus Storus !..I tried ta reach the managers with reason..but they laughed me out o tha office..and pelted me wit tha limbs o"dead greeters." It were bad ! Fallin' prices...me chum bucket ! Fallin' quality is what.

A few may fynde a hat competition a bit silly, but it might serve ta bring out tha artist hidden deep within a wellspring o consciousness. When I see contests, I be tha sort ta give everyone a prize jes' fer tryin' ta be entertainin, if nuttin' else. The term "loser" shud only apply ta people who make life miserable fer nothin' more than mindless exercise. Pirates know when a soul be jestin' meanness in a mock way. We have it down to an art in a manner o speakin'. We have enough collective life experience under our sashes ta write a book. We encompass all ages. So if ya see a Pirate wearin A Flamingo emblazoned on his hat, (or a reclinin' mermaid, or octopus, or starfish, he most likely has a story ta tell.) Pirates an' images go together like Rum and Wenches.

http://hatcrafters.com/page5.htm I have no experience with them..yet..jest stumbled inta tha page...Methinks a good selection..pricey, no doubt....but quality makes a difference...and original touches set ya apart in yer own way.

ricfrane.com Shiver me timbers.... and take off me hat ! Thankin' ye Captain. I will look at that ! Tho I be a wench... I appreciate beauty... git a big eye full.. see all the fyne booty !