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Matthew Harlovic Feb 2015
You told me that if you drink
before 10 A.M. you were a pirate
not an alcoholic.
But pirates don’t drive,
they sail.
They smoothly sail.
And as the Captain,
abiding by the code,
you went down with your ship
but then again,
you washed up in a jail cell.

© Matthew Harlovic
Don't drink and drive, kids.
We Are Stories Jan 2015
I miss you
and the ship that sank that night
I miss your lips
and the moon that shined so bright
I miss your eyes
and the way you held me tight
I miss you
and the ship that sank that night

I saw it coming
It was going down
but I refused to except it
while you twirled me around

We danced that night
under the stars
you kissed my heart
where others left scars

You waltzed me to the edge
with your gentle words
as you said
hold your breath

I miss you
and the ship that sank that night



Well I used to be a captain of my heart
Until the waves came crashing in and tore my ship apart.
It's the subtle waves that cause me to shiver nowadays
As I try to float on by, clinging tightly to stray wooden planks.
I'm drowning under the thickness of salt!
I'm parched of my joy and it's getting harder to call!
We all drown in these ships that we sailed with pride!
While one heart lives, another one dies!

Dear shore,
I've missed your green grass for some time now.
I always wanted to sail out to sea,
But maybe it would've been better if I never had to leave.
Clay Feet Jan 2015
Ahoy Captain Courageous!
Cleave not thy ship from soul
Past heaving swell through
Stormy sleet this spellbinding
Siren to seek.

Away thee, Ahab! More than
Whale, this mistress heaps
Thy spirit to take thee
Deep ‘neath sandy shoal.
She sings... clings... captures.

Pour over rocks
Impudent-*** officer
Soon torn and tattered.
You know better than
Fools before thee!

Yea!
Your liquor lapses
Dead man dreaming!
Admirals and angels
Have fallen
Afore thee… oh wise one,

Ha!
Like notches on a barrel
Your soul… she’ll tow on her tale.
Boding for Ahab
skyblueandblack Oct 2014
You are the captain of this vessel;
where you steer it, it will go.
You see, I have already fallen in love with you..
from the moment it launched from the slip.
And as all of everyone clearly knows,
the one who loves the least
controls the Relationship.

You control the sails and the winds,
you are the compass needle.
So sail me out to the open sea
with its salty ocean air.
And if you don’t care
to stay with me,
then simply leave me there.

I’ll find my way by beacon star
and drift towards the moon;
I’ll brace my soul for choppy seas
and weather every storm;
I’ll mourn you when you leave too soon,
and leave me so forlorn.
Peter Krespan Aug 2014
Hide me from myself in the endless forests.
Cleanse my mind in the gentle ocean.
Blow away my hesitation in the canyon's wind.
Grow my life's satisfaction in the bright green valley.
Make me whole in the unmarred fields.
Release these cold thoughts in the woeful glaciers.
Vent my uncertainties in the ominous swamps.
Idealize my peace in the waterfalls.
Present to me solitude in the tundra.
Simplify my existence in the plains.
Show me contemplation in the caves.
Show me truth in the sky.
High on the desolate cliffs a woman cried
pleading for her man to return
captain of  a navy frigate two centuries ago
on hearing his ship had sunk
no survivors threw herself into the angry sea
in this life no more wanted to be!

From that day of sorrow felt by many families
the loss of husbands and sons
to the sudden storm the day before Christmas
it's said pleading voices are heard
on the winds at the very hour the ship was lost
with such a terrible cost!

Drawing many to have the sensation to jump
while walking on the cliffs
a soft sobbing cry as they to look out to sea
and come across the grave
where she lay forever for her lover waiting
for his return always aching
The young wife waits forever for her navy husband to return! The Foureyed Poet.
Captain Scarlet
Had a weakness for harlots
Who always wore scarlet as well.

This could sound
The death knell
For the show
Thundered Gerry.

It's so deleterious
I'm deadly serious
Less of the hoes
And more Thunderbirds Are Go.

Captain Scarlet's
Favourite starlet
However
Was no harlot
Even though
she always wore
Scarlet as well
But it was quite difficult to tell
That she was not so
Even if one was very clever.

Unlike Bobby Shafto.
Mamdouh K J Feb 2014
The sketch of my son now done, though he neither fine nor free.
She peers 'quisitively over mine to pun and 'quire: "Woo, such a fire!
How is it, my Captain?" It is with tears milady. I didn't think
It would happen. Those burns on my hand have a lifelong span,
not worth my loved ones' dip in the sun. The photos of my dearest
hang on shattered walls, their lives lurking only within. The fires
I recall so tall and looming, dim my days to nights so slim.
She muttered: "'Tis the fault of thieves and men, so bitter of
your services against them." They set their flame to our land,
It whips its tips to eye's white my arm my final closest,
concealed by flashes: the blast had hurled me South back then.
Her eyes aglisten. "Must you take blame for warranted migration?"
-- Our train to a halt had come, both awaited and un- . She bid
adieu and tipped to her toes. But something's amiss: Her pupils in
subtle ocean perish and her legs left marked by a sordid scald.
My hand about her arm then wrapped tight. I pulled her near; she
slapped and I seized. I asked: Who might you truly be? She
whispered: "What, is it chivalry to forget a daughter?"
My poem depicts an old Captain and that lady who apparently happens to be seated next to him on the train ride to his destination. He doesn't recognize who she is but engages in conversation that speeds the trip's progression. He notices burns on her legs visible to the naked eye after spotting tears in her eyes. Suspicion she arouses in him, forcing his latch onto her arm and pull towards him. In disbelief, he inquires who she may be. To our Captain's surprise, 'tis his daughter, a daughter part of a family long taken by the fire set to his house in the South, from which he could not save those he now mourns. There lies a deeper meaning within the poem but only if one desires to see it.
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