PyratePhil Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 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. ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wartooth Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 Ho, Phil! That was a good 'un. I like it quite a lot. Wartooth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 14, 2004 Author Share Posted May 14, 2004 Thank ye kindly, Wartooth - it were jus' off'n the top o' me shiny dome, so to speak... ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nigel Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 Me fav'rit Pyrate Haiku still be the classic: "I lift up me cup To toast yer good leg It slips out o' me hook Argh." Sir Nigel - aka "Sir Freelancealot"; aka "Ace of Cads"; aka "JACKPOT!!" (cha-CHING!) "Mojitos BAD!...Lesbians with free rum GOOD!!!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spydre Rogue Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 Arrr... rigged ta th' masts sails flutter in th' winde it's th' boat thet moves Now how be thet? -Spydre Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Goodwench Posted May 14, 2004 Share Posted May 14, 2004 Freedom on the sea Warm salt breeze on naked flesh Warm salt tears of joy Hear the rigging creak Listen to the snap of sails Seabirds wheel and turn Dawn colours the sky No clouds threaten the heavens I'm in Paradise Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumba Rue Posted May 15, 2004 Share Posted May 15, 2004 Walk the decks of weathered boards, Listen to the sounds of birds of shore. The sails lay neatly bound, To become unfurled when sailing around. 'Tis here I make my home to live, Eatin' the fish the ocean gives. The spray of the ocean fills the air, Whilst I sit upon the deck without a care. Rumba Rue **I can imagine quite a lot** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spydre Rogue Posted May 15, 2004 Share Posted May 15, 2004 Arr... roger furl'd aloft batt'ries prim'd; grapnels a'hand here be th' true pryze Thet be th' size of hit, sez I. -Spydre Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted May 15, 2004 Share Posted May 15, 2004 Aye, this is bogus All this talk of piracy I'll take wings and fly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 15, 2004 Author Share Posted May 15, 2004 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... ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted May 15, 2004 Share Posted May 15, 2004 That's what wings are for... flying. Pirates don't know of these things, I presume. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the Royaliste Posted May 16, 2004 Share Posted May 16, 2004 Head t' weather, Hard over, Sail on................... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt Grey Posted May 16, 2004 Share Posted May 16, 2004 The wind in the sails I search for my heart's desire The smell of the sea Captain, we always knew you were a whoopsie. Rumors of my death are entirely premature. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted May 17, 2004 Share Posted May 17, 2004 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... Forgive me, Phil, I'm in Pyrate Special Ed. We're slow! I get it, now! Pass the salt, please.......! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 17, 2004 Author Share Posted May 17, 2004 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... 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). ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted May 18, 2004 Share Posted May 18, 2004 PyratePhil, you're weird, I'll give you that. Near as strange as that cat in the hat! But no! I'll not fret, – though I'll ne'er forget Twas here we 'ad our first spat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosalinda Posted May 18, 2004 Share Posted May 18, 2004 I thought I had a Haiku in me but it's not coming out. Nevermind. O! Pirate haiku; No stars nor moonlight drifting; No dark clouds lifting! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 18, 2004 Author Share Posted May 18, 2004 PyratePhil, you're weird, I'll give you that. Near as strange as that cat in the hat! But no! I'll not fret, – though I'll ne'er forget Twas here we 'ad our first spat. 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... ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nigel Posted May 19, 2004 Share Posted May 19, 2004 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... He hee! Each to 'is own, indeed! That reminds me... I don't understand This here sport of fly-fishing Who wants to catch flies? Sir Nigel - aka "Sir Freelancealot"; aka "Ace of Cads"; aka "JACKPOT!!" (cha-CHING!) "Mojitos BAD!...Lesbians with free rum GOOD!!!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Iron Faith Cutler Posted May 19, 2004 Share Posted May 19, 2004 Avast, ye scurvy dog! There will be nought but a bilge rat for dinner. A pyrate's life for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumba Rue Posted May 19, 2004 Share Posted May 19, 2004 For naught a fly to fish by, For naught a net to be fret, So's here I sit without a bit, With bilge rats with tummy's fat. Tis, sad to say, and might I prey, Upon this seat that I might eat, On a rock near the landin' dock, Where the minnows fleet, only to nibble at my feet. Rumba Rue **Member of the Jolly Roger Poetry Club** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. Iron Faith Cutler Posted May 19, 2004 Share Posted May 19, 2004 Arr! A flintlock to me heart. Damn ye to the depths! Davey Jones locker. My ship is faster than your ship. Prepare to board! No quarter given. Here we do not walk the plank. We just stab and then throw 'em overboard. A pyrate's life for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matty Bottles Posted May 19, 2004 Share Posted May 19, 2004 I love the battle, The deck slick with blood and guts sometimes I stumble. The smell of sulfur Smoke and hot lead fill the air, Let fly with cannon! Let fly with cannon! Let fly the iron dragon, Belching its cruel fire. On the sea in spring, the sounds of splinters and blood sing a lullaby. "The time was when ships passing one another at sea backed their topsails and had a 'gam,' and on parting fired guns; but those good old days have gone. People have hardly time nowadays to speak even on the broad ocean, where news is news, and as for a salute of guns, they cannot afford the powder. There are no poetry-enshrined freighters on the sea now; it is a prosy life when we have no time to bid one another good morning." - Capt. Joshua Slocum Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 19, 2004 Author Share Posted May 19, 2004 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. ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rumba Rue Posted May 20, 2004 Share Posted May 20, 2004 Aye we be so good of poetry lovers perhaps someone should gather these verses into a book to be published. I grandly would wish it to be! Rumba Rue **Member of the Jolly Roger Poetry Club** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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