Dream Wench Posted May 31, 2004 Share Posted May 31, 2004 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cire Posted May 31, 2004 Share Posted May 31, 2004 Rhymes lass? I think that some of me better poems have been non rhyming ones... though I must admit, I do tend to fall into rhyme a lot in me poetry.... Because the world does revolve around me, and the universe is geocentric.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted May 31, 2004 Share Posted May 31, 2004 'ey! 'ey! You scalliwags ar' not ta be postin' no poems in this 'ere section! Away with ye! ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dream Wench Posted May 31, 2004 Author Share Posted May 31, 2004 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted June 1, 2004 Share Posted June 1, 2004 I never dreamed that poems were Pop Tho' that is where they be It's evident this board is lost Without a Bard like me. To place the inspiration of a Muse 'longside of Sparrow Shows a degree of carelessness Nay - more, a thought that's narrow. But in the end, I guess, it shows How we are merely labels If Shakespeare were to come on board They'd prob'ly ban his fables. But woe is me to disagree I'm but a stranger here My words henceforth shall become scarce 'cause banishment I fear. ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dream Wench Posted June 1, 2004 Author Share Posted June 1, 2004 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted June 1, 2004 Share Posted June 1, 2004 Excuse me all, though I stand tall Some things do make me sick I'm not the nicest guy around Young children I do kick It's not so much the banishment I guess, that stokes my fears Jes' that a board on Pyracy Should bring forth mirth AND tears We like to play at being mean Romanticize our deeds But poetry can oft fulfill Some greater, inner needs This grand illusion that we love This calling to the sea Is well and good yet do I think We need reality Some might argue that poems and such Are just a waste of time If that be true, I'm telling you The time it wastes is mine ...fer example... _________________________________ Her sun-kissed hair was tossed about Like ships in roiling sea Three days I spent in hot pursuit In hopes she'd notice me The last day broke with torrents strong My chance at last was near To give her a fine parting shot Her heart, hopefully, spear A hand-writ note in finest ink On paper bled by rain Attempted to explain to her My inner lovelorn pain Then at long last the note was passed A moment became years I waited long with bated breath Would I see joy or tears? Her sun-kissed hair receeded then A swivel to her hips An aging pyrate's last reward: A kiss from ruby lips. __________________________________ Now that be jes a little ditty that came about from a pyrate/Ren Faire function I were attendin'...aye, it might be a waste o' tyme to some, but ta ME, it was EVERYTHING. To some, talk o' drinkin' and the latest Holly-would movie are mas importante - to me, they be smoke and mirrors, shadows and dust... Pyrates are not democratic, this I be knowin'...but then, in a REAL Pyrocracy, NONE o' us would be on a 'lectronic board - we'd be out haulin' ashes...so my question be - Who be wise enough to pass judgement on th' worth o' a piece o' writin'? _____________________________________________________ And thank ye, m'lady DW, fer the toast! ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Red Bess Posted June 1, 2004 Share Posted June 1, 2004 Who be wise enough to pass judgement on th' worth o' a piece o' writin'? I don't claim to be wise, but I do like that "ditty", PyratePhil. -------------------------- This is a poem I wrote for MerryDeath on her birthday. I posted it before, but I'll repeat it here: The Angel of Death Her merry laughter fills the pub Where the sailors gather They buy her rum and crowd around Her affection they are after A siren from the ocean deep Her beauty is enthralling She smiles and listens with intent To tales they are recalling A handsome pirate steals her eye A heavy purse he carries With gold and silver he makes to woo But his actions make her wary "Alas, m'lord, I'm not a wench. You cannot buy my kisses. I, too, a skull and crossbones fly. None stand against my wishes." He draws his blade, but much too slow Her loveliness, it blinds him The sorceress, her deadly spell Has captured him and binds him The woman with the blackened heart Offers up her best: A cutlass swept across his throat A dagger in his chest She leaves a kiss upon his lips A wine-sweet taste that thrills him Yet as she spills the pirate's blood 'Tis a broken heart that kills him Ladies in Scarlet: Piratical Art and Accessories Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted June 1, 2004 Share Posted June 1, 2004 Most excellent, m'lady! ...'n' I be shure ta remember that tale when I run's across M'lady Merrydeath's wake... ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dream Wench Posted June 1, 2004 Author Share Posted June 1, 2004 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted June 1, 2004 Share Posted June 1, 2004 M'lady Wench (...that be soundin' a might odd...) From Hallows Eve I need's reprieve From plastic pyrate toys From greasepaint beards 'n' rayon coats From men become young boys. I always say's a pyrate's soul Lies deep within their skin To cheapen it with Hong Kong stuff To me, is mortal sin. So when the tricksters do appear And beg for candy sweet I'll give 'em all a pyrate "Hi": Black boots on size 12 feet. ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Tito Posted June 4, 2004 Share Posted June 4, 2004 She Mermaid Flowing Hair Ravishing Tail Waits for her Pirate To come in his great ship When he does they get away They hold hands and swim together neath the moon to an island they kiss passionately Gives her a gold charm with his warm hands and strong arms Captain He She was Garbrielle the Belle of The Pirate Ball. The word had spread to every port o' call that a beautiful lass who was known by all, was coming to the dance at the Marriott hall. Gabrielle The Belle of The Pirate Ball. She'd been in the parade, on a float so tall, in a gorgeous dress, not bought at the mall. The mateys when they saw her, on their knees did fall. Gabrielle The Belle of The Pirate Ball. When she entered the party as many would recall, the line to dance with her went to the far wall. Her beauty even caused the band's tempo to stall. Gabrielle the Belle of The Pirate Ball. All the other women began to resign, that their dresses didn't rate to her lovely design. Each seemed like a meager little shawl compared to Gabrielle The Belle of The Pirate Ball. The Captain Sets sail. He searches for his treasure. He spys a mermaid. She waves right to him. She is a beautiful one. He dives to meet her. They swim together. The Captain kisses her hand. She kisses him back. The mermaid leads him to where his treasure is found. He tries to take it. The waves get restless. She leads him back to his ship. She has saved his life. His treasure is her. Not gold or silver doubloons. He loves her always. A Captain's Longing A pyrate captain sails the sea. A lovely mermaid he doth spy. With her he doth wish to be. Or that he would rather die. So to her side he did flee. Her lovely name he did cry. Their hearts did beat so rapidly for a love that neither could deny. Here be a romance of a mermaid n Hook. There she dreams of him, in the Neverland Lagoon, waiting for his ship. He sails in close by, sees her from the quarter deck, in the still moonlight. Then James Hook cries out to the lovely mermaid lass, "Will she come aboard?" Her heart is racing. She has dreamt of being held in his arms so strong. He kisses her deep, on her lips so ruby red, making her so hot. With his hook he strokes, up and down her golden hair, giving her the chills. She feels his muscles, with her hands so soft and smooth. He breaths deep and slow. They dive off the deck, and swim to her layer below, to make wild romance. They love each other. Captain Hook and the mermaid, are a couple now. My Dearest James My dearest James Hook I want to be your lover by your side on board. My dearest James Hook I wish to be your mermaid, to guide you safely. My dearest James Hook I wish for you to hold me and stroke my long tail My dearest James Hook I dream of you each evening in the still moonlight. Hook and His Maid The beautiful mermaid comes to the surface. Her gorgeous shadow reflects on the tide. She takes a deep breath of the fresh sea air. Waiting for her captain to sail on by. She waits with each wave and with each gentle breeze. She waits. She waits with a tear in her eye. The handsome James Hook is on the main deck. He stands like a trophy leading his crew. He looks through his scope out on the horizon hoping to see his mermaid love. He looks at the small waves down below. He looks. He looks at the large waves above. The Mermaid and Hook spy each other. Their hearts are beating and their spirits both rise. He dives overboard and swims quickly toward her wanting to hold the desire of his life. They kiss as they meet. Their lips well connected. They kiss. They kiss like a new man and wife. The stormy winds blew It made the mermaid feel sad Her Captain's ship lost The rain was quite strong The waves were out of control She had lost her love Alas it all broke The storm was moving away The winds were dying The sun it did show She could see her love again It made her feel warm His ship made it through The mermaid swam out to him They were together <span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>Have Parrot Bay, will travel. WILL SHARE TOO!!!</span> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dream Wench Posted June 4, 2004 Author Share Posted June 4, 2004 I am Impressed ! I be impressed. What a fyne impression ye Poets be makin deep in me mind.....Love an tha sea go hand in hand like whipped cream, and key lyme pie. I be plum out o gold stars..but here be a gold dubloon fer each o ya ! Good o ya Phil ta give that Tricksters tha real thing at Halloween. They will remember it... Mermaids...help a man ta git a lot off his chest..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Tito Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Thank ye m'lass. Heres to ye and yer talents as well! <span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>Have Parrot Bay, will travel. WILL SHARE TOO!!!</span> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PyratePhil Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Capt' - What a great lot o' words, and how clever-like they be put together! Huzzah to you, sir! It be makin' me want ta be spendin' more time on th' dock, a-searchin' fer a mermaid all me own... ...Qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum... ~ Vegetius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Captain Tito Posted June 7, 2004 Share Posted June 7, 2004 Thank ye PyratePhil. I have enjoyed many a poetic word by ye as well in this here pub. :) <span style='font-size:21pt;line-height:100%'>Have Parrot Bay, will travel. WILL SHARE TOO!!!</span> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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