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The Pirate Cares

The pirate cares for me,
he appears in features too imaginary,
owls want him to burst and fly,
let the assistant of his avoid
the diabolical bold brow of a boy
who dwells on the ship,
before enticing the rascal.

The lover in breezes generated him,
smelling like mud, saying molten children.
The neighbour for him is seldom well
thinking however to bend the aim
provided the city of monsters stirs no hate.
The pirate arrives so he established.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Bold Princess Royal

O on the fourteenth day of February we sailed from the land
In the bold Princess Royal bound for Newfoundland.
We had forty bright sailors for our ship's companie,
And boldly from the eastward to the westward sailed we.

We had not been sailing scarce days two or three
When our man from the masthead a sail he did see.
She bore down upon us to see what we were,
When from under her mizzen black colours she wore.

My God cries our Captain what shall we do now
For there comes a bold pirate to rob us I know.
O no, cries our chief mate it cannot be so
For we'll spread out our reef boys and from her we'll go.

And when this bold pirate came up alongside
Through a loudspeaking trumpet he said 'Who are you?'
Our Captain walked the quarterdeck and he answered him so
'We come from fair London and we're bound for Cairo.'

Then draw up your courses and heave your ship to
For I've got a letter. I'll send on by you.
We'll draw up our courses and heave our ship to
But it will be in some harbour not alongside of you.

He chased us to windward for all that long day
He chased us to windward and night and a day
He chased us to windward but could not prevail
Whilst the bold Princess Royal did show them her tail.

Thank God cries our captain, since the pirate has gone
'Bring a cask of good brandy, fore and aft let it run.
Go down to your grog boys, and be of good cheer,
As long as we've sea-room my boys never fear

poem by Robert Burns
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Love Found on Caicos

The beautiful princess rode her
unicorn Stardust
under the full dreamy
moon
On the white sandy beaches
of Caicos
With a gentle sea breeze
kissing her
From her head to her
toes

With a view of the pirate ship on
the aqua blue sea
She saw the rogue pirate
debonaire
Give her a wink and
a smile
The handsome pirate with the
cute derriere

He whistled and called to her
Hey Baby, come with me to
the Secret Isle
I have something special
for you
Plus emeralds rubies sapphires
and diamonds too

poem by Rachel Nichols
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A Pirate Hooks

My craving lands like a pirate horde
grappling onto my fleeing ship
swinging on ropes
til they board
in critical numbers
large enough
to overwhelm
my resistance.

They all have the same face
and while my sword is sharp and swift
I'm soon overcome by desire mixed
as pirate laughter rings
throughout my ship
reminding me of what
I like about pirates
and their lust.

For pirates
live on the edge,
laugh low in the guttural throat
they shiver my timbers;
my attraction bursts.

They make me love the pirate life;
unsafe
and a little rough;
but trading off there
smothering boredom
and life freed
from correct complacencies.

Humm.
Who has not inside
a secret pirate heart?
Who would not like to swoop down
and grapple life from stilled ships
and drifting hulks, startle complacent faces
and make off with Life's Treasures?

Who would not choose
life over death?
My Hearty?

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Pirate Called John

I got to know
That pirate called John
Because he has a ship that he
Cruises the whole
Atlantic ocean and then the
Pacific ocean with
Also that pirate John takes his
Bird with him

poem by Aldo Kraas
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I don't really know much about pirates, or pirate culture. I'd be a contrarian pirate.

quote by Todd Barry
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When everyone around you is doing all this incredible pirate acting and you're having to sort of play the straight guy and move the story forward, you kind of want to be doing some of that pirate ripping it up stuff, but in truth, to be a part of that project is what I love.

quote by Orlando Bloom
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On The Lam

‘I'm going away today, ' he said,
‘I'm going away for good! '
We looked at his suitcase, neatly packed,
‘We don't really think you should! '

‘It doesn't matter a fig to me
Whatever you want me to,
I said that I'm going away, I did,
And that's what I'm going to do.'

The wife looked beat, admitted defeat,
And stalked back into the house,
While I sat down on the garden wall
And stomped on the odd wood louse.

‘So where do you think you'll spend the night
When it comes to the end of the day,
When the Moon comes up and the lights go out
And the Wolves begin to bay? '

He sulked, ‘I'll be on a pirate ship,
With Long John What's-is-name,
I'll sit right up in the Crows Nest
Spotting the ships on the Spanish Main.'

‘But what if a cannonball takes your leg
And chops it off at the knee,
They've got no doctors on pirate ships
Out in that terrible sea.'

‘Well, maybe I won't, ' he faltered,
Maybe I'll go to the Hemlock Inn,
And sup on the stuff that pirates sup
And get me a mug of gin! '

‘I think it's rum that you're thinking of,
And that's some terrible stuff,
It causes your head to twirl and spin
‘Til your ears come falling off.'

‘I'll ride on a double-decker bus,
I'll do what I want to do,
Nothing you say will change my mind
I'm not going to live with you! '

‘That's sad, I'll just have to eat them all,
Those humbugs up in the jar,
And the fairy cakes that your mother makes
While I'm looking up at the stars.'

‘That's it, I'm going away, ' he said,
‘I'm taking off on the Lam.'
‘Be careful the police don't pick you up,
They turn little boys to jam! '

He headed off to the first Lamp Post,
Then stopped, and swivelled to see,
If I was following with my eyes,
But I'd turned my gaze to a tree.

He took another few faltering steps,
Then turned and wandered back home,
‘I thought I'd stay for the fairy cakes,
I'm not quite ready to roam.'

The dog came out and he bounded up
And they played around on the lawn,
I called out, ‘Mother, the pirate's back,
His ship was lost in a storm! '

30 November 2012

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Viking's Song

When I thy lover first
Shook out my canvas free
And like a pirate burst
Into that dreaming sea,
The land knew no such thirst
As then tormented me.

Now when at eve returned
I near that shore divine,
Where once but watch-fires burned
I see thy beacon shine,
And know the land hath learned
Desire that welcomes mine.

poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Green Eyed Mermaid

There’s a green eyed mermaid
who lives deep in the sea,
she has a mermaid tail
all sparkly and bluish green.

At night with the light of moon,
her eyes turn more greenish blue.
But green mostly during the day,
her big eyes have specs of brown not grey,

She sits on the rocks to get a tan,
she uses her tail as a fan.
Her tail flaps, swish, swish, swish.
Then at night when all fishes asleep,
she goes to rocks again and has a peep.

She looks at moon and makes a wish,
she wishes a pirate would give her a kiss.
Then she see’s his ship come to shore,
she anxiously waits, wondering what’s in store.

Pirate lands, and spots green eyed mermaid’s eyes,
he becomes totally hypnotized.
Realizing he sealed his fate,
he kisses her and they sets a date.

A date is set to
A date is set to marry thee,
Yes, green eyed mermaid Melodie.
Then the both go to sea,

Melodie is now a human with legs,
Her pirate husband has one leg as peg.
Now they sail the seas,
Melodie is so happy she is free.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Green Eyed Melodie Mermaıd

There’s a green eyed mermaid
who lives deep in the sea,
she has a mermaid tail
all sparkly and bluish green.
At night with the light of moon,
her eyes turn more greenish blue.
But green mostly during the day,
her big eyes have specs of brown not grey,
She sits on the rocks to get a tan,
she uses her tail as a fan.
Her tail flaps, swish, swish, swish,
swimming below is tiny fish.
Then at night when all fishes asleep,
she goes to rocks again and has a peep.
She looks at moon and makes a wish,
she wishes a pirate would give her a kiss.
Then she see’s his ship come to shore,
she anxiously waits, wondering what’s in store.
Pirate lands, and spots green eyed mermaid’s eyes,
he becomes totally hypnotized.
Realizing he sealed his fate,
he kisses her and they sets a date.
A date is set to
A date is set to marry thee,
Yes, green eyed mermaid Melodie.
Then the both go to sea,
Melodie is now a human with legs,
Her pirate husband has one leg as peg.
Now they sail the seas,
Melodie is so happy.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Jim Jones

1. come and listen for a moment, lads,
And hear me tell my tale.
How across the sea from england
I was condemned to sail.
Now the jury found me guilty,
Then says the judge, says he,
Oh, for life, jim jones, Im sending you
Across the stormy sea.
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang.
Dont get too gay in botany bay,
Or else youll surely hang.
Or else youll surely hang, says he.
And after that, jim jones,
Its high above on the gallows tree
The crows will pick your bones.
2. and our ship was high upon the sea
Then pirates came along,
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong.
For they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away.
But Id rather have joined that pirate ship
Tan gone to botany bay.
With the storms ragin round us,
And the winds a-blowin gale,
Id rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to new south wales.
3. now its day and night and the irons clang,
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves,
And its by and by Ill slip my chains,
Well, into the bush Ill go
And Ill join the bravest rankers there,
Jack donohue and co.
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
Ill shoot those tyrants one and all,
Ill gun the flogger down.
Oh, Ill give the land a little shock,
Remember what I say,
And theyll yet regret theyve sent jim jones
In chains to botany bay.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Pondering Pirates

PONDERING PIRATES
Edward Iacona

There has remained a fascination
That has lasted through the years,
Of pirates, ships and the treasures
Of those adventurous buccaneers.

It is very obvious in these times
That pirates are still quite popular
In films and books and games and such
But not the real ones in Somalia.

We also pay them homage
With 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'
So salt yer speech me hearties
And add 'Arrgh' to what you say.

There are pirate costumes for Halloween
Some will buy them and some will make them.
But a real pirate would not ask for treats
He'd just threaten you and take them.

There are the Pittsburgh Pirates
And to further what my case is.
What could those pirates possibly steal
Except for a couple of bases.

There are Neuveau Pirates of today
That have no need to prowl the seas.
They can be found in the local laundromat
Selling inexpensive DVD's

Still some laud the life of pirates,
They will act so and admire it
What always puzzles me is that,
Why do they desire it?

Back in the day a real pirate
Had not much which to aspire;
Rare promotions, no paid benefits
And no security on which to retire.

For all the riches that they stole
Which was a considerable pile
What good did it really do them?
I don't think it changed their life style.

Yet thoughts of pirates still surround us
Be they fiction, real or on a line of scrimmage.
But, no matter how one thinks of them,
It took Disney to change their image.

poem by Edward Iacona
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Jim Jones

O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale-
how o'er the sea from England's shore I was compelled to sail.
The jury said, "He's guilty Sir," and says the judge, says he-
"For life Jim Jones, I'm sending you across the stormy sea;
and take my tip before you ship to join the iron-gang.
don't be too gay at Botany Bay, or else you'll surely hang-
Or else you'll hang" he says, says he- "and after that Jim Jones,
high up upon the gallows-tree the crows will pick your bones-
You'll have no chance for mischeif then; remember what I say,
They'll flog the poaching out of you, out there at Botany Bay"

The winds blew high upon the sea, and the pirates come along,
but the soldiers on our convict ship were full five hundred strong,
they opened fire and somehow drove that pirate ship away.
I'd have rather joined that pirate ship than come to Botany Bay.

For night and day, the irons clang, and like poor galley slaves
we toil, and toil and when we die must fill dishonoured graves.
But by and by I'll break my chains; into the bush I'll go
and join the brave bushrangers there - Jack Donohoo and Co.
and some dark night when everything is silent in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all and shoot the floggers down;
I'll give the law a little shock; remember what I say,
They'll yet regret they sent Jim Jones in chains to Botany Bay.

poem by Anonymous Oceania
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Tales From The Ship

Somewhere in the beautiful
Caribbean ocean
Our lovely princess was
captured by a smile
Her father didn't notice all
of the commotion
These pirates had plans to
carry her to the Secret Isle

Dear Father, Please come
and save me quick
I am being held prisoner
on this creaky old ship
These criminals seem to know
every trick
There is a skull and crossbones flag
with a rip

The flamboyant pirate is a dead ringer
for Johnny Depp
with a squawking parrot sitting
on his shoulder
He is chatting with me and doing
a dance step
If these scoundrels get any
bolder
I will have to take them out with
my.50 Cal English Flintlock

After five days travel and arriving
at the Secret Isle
The weather was perfect and so was
everyone's mood
Our princess was still beautiful and
arriving in style
There was so many people and there
was so much food
The pirate had taken her to this
amazing party

poem by Rachel Nichols
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Ratbag (Fun Poem 109)

Ratbag was a pirate
whom sailed the seven seas
and the Spanish Main.
You won’t find his name in any history book,
as he wasn’t that good at being a pirate at all.
He was neither Long John Silver
nor Captain Henry Morgan.
His greatest claim to fame
was attempting to kidnap
a Polynesian Princess,
but feisty woman said,
“Ho, Ho, Oh no you don’t.”
Then promptly hit Ratbag
over the head with a coconut.
However, she was much better than
just conking him on the bonce
she ran off with his pirate ship
and his motley crew as well.
She left ole Ratbag stranded on an island
with the most ugliest women
the world has ever seen.
Ratbag got away from there,
and hitched a ride
on a passing brigantine home,
but the law caught up with him
said he must spend twenty years
in the penal colony at Cookaroo.
Then he was place on a farm
that raised kangaroos;
his job was to round them up
at the close of day.
Another thing he was not good at
as the Cookaroo’s kangaroos
beat him up every time he shouted.
Escaping from Cookaroo,
he became a highwayman
another job he wasn’t good at its sad to say.
The first coach he shouted stand and deliver to,
ran him into the ground.
Sadly, that led to his demise.

1 September 2009

Author Note:
The name Ratbag comes from a criminal who was once locked up in Newgate Prison. The rest of this tale was made up by the author who hopes it raised a smile.

poem by David Harris
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Gods And Monsters

Yearning, keep them burning, kepp them earning
Someones got to pay for all these televisions
There's children singing, and church bells ringing,
and people skipping merrily to work and dreaming
and dreaming
For maybe, you'll wind up crazy, and when you're drinking
You may start thinking that you're stupid and you're lazy
Well just keep earning, keep on yearning,
and you will believe there are no gods and monsters
gods and monsters
So free of contradictions, no dereliction,
There are no gods and monsters
So useless and so pretty and so good
So pretty and so good, gods and monsters
Now have I got you watching, for all the gods and monsters
A sitting, reclining in the back row of your mind
I think thats what you'll find
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Pirate

Upon the sea
A pirate and his ship
Plundering for his hunger
Greed his appitite
Murdering for his wishes
Flying the seas
Days and night
When he finds his gold
A brief thrill
Then it fades
He plunders more
If only her would stop
And do good deeds
He would plunder no more
And truly be happy

poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Pirate Ships

Far away
Far away child
Turn your eyes
Far away child
I will sleep
Right down beside you
Tonight
I will sleep
Tonight
Pirate ships
Pirate ships child
Merry and bold
Sparkling and rich child
Coming to dock
Right at your feet
Tonight
Coming to dock
Tonight
In the stars
In the stars child
See the people
In the stars child
They will sail
Right through your window
Tonight
Into your window
Tonight
Far away
Far away child
Turn your eyes
Far away child
I will sleep
Right down beside you
Tonight
I will sleep
Tonight
I will sleep
Tonight

song performed by by Cure
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The Floundering Ship

A great day sailing on the
floundering ship at the office,
Hanlie an elfish, mischievous
captain, June quietly at the helm,
Hermien swinging in the rigging
while I plotted a course through
the rapids of cascading words
spilling over my desk

Human Resources destabilised
the ship by throwing the compass
away yet we ploughed on, June
can't be deflected from steering
straight for the bay of organised
perfection while updating lists -
though Microsoft warns our
software is outlawed

Being illegal means we are a
pirate ship; now I understand why
everything is going awry, breaking
down, why tumultuous chaos follows
in our wake - and still the ship stays
afloat and we all have fun as we try
plying our trade and playing our
marvellous instruments

However lacking in melody, the
rhythm full of joie de vivre makes
up for every shortcoming…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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United Pirate Kingdom

Welcome to the edge of the world
where the horizon meets the great water
no doubt about the material world
it hasn't manifested itself
shadows form monstrous shapes
over and over again
never tired, never ending
the outlines burst in to pieces of pain.
Its the place where all forms of life
dwell and await their return
a timeless life between real and unreal is,
where she endlessly burns
the magic rope a gift from the past
won't let her free never
she moves in the middle of this misty fog
oh, that's forever.
United pirate kingdom ruled by a pirate queen,
that's where she keeps on dreaming
building up her fantasy for ecstasy.
Obsessed by revolution against the slimy cloud,
wait for incarnation that's all she
dreams about, the misty fog and the twilight zone
you can't destroy throughout
eternity, a creation without end
a reckless rider on the sea
at the edge of the world.
Chased by the dream to be able to live
inside a human body
only one amazing miracle could achieve
this innermost wish of the lady
if two great opposites such as good and bad
would go together and unite
heaven and hell is only one thing
this cannot be denied.

song performed by by Zed Yago
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