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    Weekly Poetry Contest (225) - Pirates

    Discussion in 'Bi-Weekly Poetry Contest Archives' started by Banzai, Feb 4, 2013.

    Weekly
    Poetry Contest
    Two Hundred and Twenty Five




    Even after all of these years, our contests are the best writing resources around.

    The Rules
    • All entries must be on the set theme.
    • Only one entry per member.
    • No editing of entries once posted without my express permission (i.e. PM me and ask).
    • Poems must be titled
    • Entries must not have previously posted on the forums, and are not permitted to be posted for critique until AFTER the contest is completed.
    • Any violation of these rules will result in disqualification of entries, and possibly infraction.


    The entry stage will be open for six days, closing on Monday 11th February 2013.

    The voting stage will begin immediately and will be open for three days, ending on Thursday 14th February 2013.

    And this week's theme is: (courtesy of Darkkin) Pirates


    The next (226th) contest's theme will be (courtesy of Spiderfingers): Cerberus and it will be opened on Monday 11th February 2013.


    Be imaginative, have fun, and get writing.


    Banzai


    PS: If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me. I don't bite (much).
     
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    "Choice"

    Much romance,
    a pirate's life;
    A dread dance,
    such glorious strife!

    Old ships,
    Loony bards,
    Crippled limbs,
    with a side of scurvy!

    Rum, beer, gin, and mead;
    Cannon, rum, shot, and gunpowder;
    Gold, food, rum, and women;
    did I forget the rum?

    Limits of the law and the state,
    of Heaven and Hell;
    Limits are yours to choose,
    if you have the guts!

    Whether it be raiding or exploring,
    fighting or loving;
    a Pirate
    is Free to Choose!
     
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    Argh!

    Little boy playing
    Playing as a pirate
    Dived straight to the bottom of the toilet
    Legs and arms
    Disappeared all at once
    Keep pirate boys away from the toilet
     
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    Gambit Jack crosses the Red Sea

    Oh fear is in fear
    Doubt is in doubt
    For there is a lad
    Who is on his way out!

    He will run and run
    through the valley of death
    take dip in the river
    and swim with the trout!

    With fog in the air
    And silence around
    But treasure's a callin
    Adventure abounds!

    A crew with no fear
    Neither water nor land
    Cross the red waters
    No looking back now!

    Oh sang the song of a hell of a man
    on the land of the dead this man did stand

    For us it is legend
    to them it is life
    A life not for you or me but he
    Believe me young lad
    for I have seen
    Gambit Jack cross the Red see
     
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    Following the footprints in the sand...
    Make Fast the Rigging

    Make Fast the Rigging

    Step lively, lads...
    Make fast the rigging...
    The Nor'easter born...

    Look to the skies...
    Make fast the rigging...
    For the sun shone bloody this very morn...

    All hands now, the jigging done.
    Make fast the rigging...
    Cursing the damned, bloodied sun.

    All hands now, to your posts, climb fast.
    Make fast the rigging...
    Lest you see this predator done.

    Three masted schooner, a pirate's pride.
    Make fast the rigging...
    Waves a'raisin', an albatross flight.

    A mighty whirlpool boiling up, hard to starboard, now...
    Make fast the rigging...
    A chasm, consuming every last light.

    Hold fast, boys, here comes the storm.
    Hold fast to the rigging...
    The whirlpool, sucking, drawing it down...

    And in that last desperate hour...
    A hand, fast to the rigging...
    Came the end of the shower...
     
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    Last Sighting

    In the deepest windless doldrums,
    in the sleepy port of call,
    we drew many straws to see,
    who would sail before the squall.

    Would they carve the King of England
    in his sacred, helpless side?
    Would they call out vile curses
    in the time before they died?

    Would they stick the voyage through
    to the aching, bitter end?
    If they were caught with no way out
    would they screech, and would they rend?

    Would they stand and fight?
    Or would they run and hide?
    Each man thought he grasped
    the answer deep inside.

    At last the message came,
    the order to depart,
    that filled each man with joy,
    and sent a thrill into each heart.

    They cast off their soggy ropes,
    pulled the gangplank clear,
    that was the last we saw of them,
    after that they disappeared.
     
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    Avast, Ye Captains of Industry

    Unlawful reproduction of digital media
    can get a fellow sued,
    and when poor Somali teenagers
    hijack our ships, the pundits come unglued.

    Handy stand-ins for elected officials and crooked brokers,
    for megacorp CEOs
    and all the other plunderers with attaché cases
    and expensive clothes.

    We should be grateful they do it without force
    in a free market machine of many facets,
    console ourselves with convenient purchases
    as they part us from our assets.

    So read your children Peter Pan,
    romance them on tall tales
    that they might grow up believing, despite the evidence,
    that the good guy always prevails.
     
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