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Geoff Hannan Mar 11
Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Found his niche in a little pork pie
The pig it tasted good
But then he thought he should
Forgo the pig and eat Captain Birdseye.

Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Ate Birdseye but then with a short sigh
'The fish is tasted good' (he said)
'But then I think I should" (he said)
"Forego the fish, it makes me want to cry."

Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Did not know what the dickens to try
And he was going mental
Until he found a lentil
And that became the apple of his eye.

Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Ate his beans from the crease in his tie
He was now vegetarian (we think)
And possibly Aquarian (we think)
But looking down he could not see his thigh.

Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Found a mote in the blink of his eye
He realised it was him
And all the world seemed dim
And then he realised he was going to die.

Captain Bligh, Captain Bligh
Freed from earth up to heaven you fly
The moral of this tale (I reckon)
Is only ever drink ale (I reckon)
And never ever sing a lullaby.
jimmy tee Oct 2013
a pig in a poke
a pie in the sky
the race to the swift
and an eye for an eye
what goes will come
the old college try
a bird in the hand
a sacrifice fly
quick on the draw
Boston cream pie
salt in a wound
sleeping dogs lie
death warmed over
another wise guy
lay down the law
Friday fish fry
carrot and stick
deny deny deny
smell the coffee
the cups bone dry
walk on egg shells
the long goodbye
off your rocker
semi semi-dry
a kangaroo court
a private eye
fingers crossed
Captain Bligh
a list of idioms
then a rhyme with ‘I’
Graydon Archer Oct 2012
Once a long, long time ago, in a land so far away.

There was a tiny, little man, ten pounds was all he’d weigh.

And this is the story, the one I wish to tell,

about his adventures, and the land in which he dwell.

His name was Erwin Stumplerump. He stood at two foot, three.

Around him hung a mystic cloak, that draped below his knees.

He was of Elfin heritage, with a grand and noble past.

His parents were the monarchs, of a kingdom great, and vast.

Erwin’s home was magical! It spread both far and wide,

and Erwin knew it inside out. He’d walked it side to side.

Top to bottom, here and there. And all that lie between.

There wasn’t any piece of ground, that Erwin hadn’t seen.

There was one spot that Erwin loved, far better than the rest.

And that spot was the ocean’s beach, that lies off to the west.

Erwin loved to comb the beach. What treasures could be found?

Perhaps a chest of golden coins, from a ship that ran aground!

Walking on the beach one day, a glitter caught his eye.

Could it be a treasure? Perchance was Captain Bligh’s!

He ran to investigate. What treasure could it be?

A chest of royal trinkets? The thought filled him with glee.

But alas it was not treasure. But something just as well!

It was the shimmer of the sun. Reflecting off a bell.

“What kind of bell have I found?” asked Erwin to himself.

It wasn’t just a normal bell, but one made by an Elf.

Erwin pulled the bell he’d found from it’s resting place.

And upon it’s golden body, was an etching of a face.

When it was in Erwin’s grasp, he gave the bell a shake.

He wanted to hear the sound this golden bell would make.

As soon as Erwin rand the bell, a misty cloud appeared.

Erwin quickly dropped it down, as something to be feared.

At once, within the misty cloud, a form began to shape.

Twas of a Elfin princess, with a jewel- encrusted cape.

Erwin’s eyes opened wide, he marveled at the sight.

"Who are you?" Erwin asked, "You gave me such a fright!'

The princess spoke out softly, with a voice so smooth and clear.

"You need not be frigtened, it was your fate that brought you here.

You do not have to fear me, you've freed me from the bell!

I've been trapped in it's grasp for as long as I can tell.

I am the Princess Lyria, and I owe you a great deal

Gaze upon this ring I wear, it is my father's seal.

I come from far across the sea, from the land of Emerald green,

A land of such great beauty, it's as if it were a dream.

There is a wicked wizard there. He trapped me in this bell.

By using his black magic, he cast an evil spell.

But you have broke that evil curse, by ringing of the bell,

And now I can go home again, and you can come as well! "

Erwin told the Princess, " I'm glad that you are free,

but I must stay were I belong, and here is were I'll be."

So the Princess thanked him, and went on her way.

And Erwin still walks the beach, and thinks of her each day.
Lee Carter Oct 2020
Born in nineteen seventeen,
And died in sixty-seven.
His heart gave out, he became a ghost!
But did not go to heaven...

So now he haunts these hallowed grounds
From silver nights to dewy dawn.
His spectral frame glides above the grass
And drifts across the lawn.

But when morning comes and moonlight fades,
He knows it's time to leave.
To allow the other graveyard patrons
Their own time to grieve.

So he floats off to his tombstone,
Lies down in this coffin bed.
Every morning he dreams he is alive-
But each night he wakes up dead.
REPOST
Happy October!
Diab did Oct 2013
Dear its not A trY 
Fly and break the fear
Gear yourself, and hold it tie 
"Why?" Dont ask, just pass the weir 
Smear their words, they aint apply 
Satisfy yourself, stand up and rear 
Smear at them, smoke and get high
Buy the middle-F, left it up and cheer
Tear the sadness, just smile no cry 
Pioneer is You, this World looks sly 
Sty this world is, go don't be here
Bligh your goals, stand Up and steer 
Clear it will be, if you wisely imply 
Dry days come before a wet year
Severe life comes before a wise-guy
Fly higher than the highest, far no near 
Adhere the thoughts, don't ever belie 
GOODBYE them loudly make 'em hear 
Appear shinny like the moon and shy 
Fly? Yes you can, you can YES dear 
Dear, wasps fly, so why cant a butterfly ??
Jolan Lade Mar 2018
You
You are the captain of my lifeboat.
You are what keeps me afloat.
Even if im William Bligh, you will raise me high.
That one friend you really need.
FIE - FIE - FIE
Tom Alan Quest Apr 2018
I
I, tired
synecdoches

For exhausted sadness.
I, fragmented animus,

(……….)Stilled air in a mutiny,
(……….)Sent afloat from mine eye.

I, aimless bounty
Missing bligh.

(……….)I, nimble crumbs,
(……….)Too mouldy and dry

To be scraped off the floor
Into bins, out of sight. I,

Too perilless,
Too stagnant

To die.
(I, tired)
From the depths of depression, the self starts deteriorating and collapsing on its own selfish loathing. This is what that infected ghost speaks and how the very speech gets chopped up, obfuscated, and verbally suicidal.
After being amply lathered
     from head to toe, aye
ya eye ya eye ya eye, and without fail
     (gluteus maximus unloads a dump,

     as predictably happens
     like clockwork orange
     after washing off suds),
     this nada so grand poo ba
     drops ship capsizing sinkers

     (hefty waste ballast
     causing sea level to rise), this aint
     "NOT FAKE" just ask Cap'n Bligh
     sitting athwart the **** deck

     i.e. christened "Porcelain Goddess"
     well nar did die
after being privy seeing yours truly
     exit the water closet did espy

a much relieved rearing *** a nine guy,
which also earned me,
     the nick name "****,"
     not evident, via friendly customery wave

     conveyed expediting,
     (viz nonverbally)
     business cheekily dreck eliminated
eh, the formality establishment,

     sans customary "hi"
whereupon without any waste I
sought to secure these
     weather beaten lovely bones of mine

preparatory to a tidal wave,
     thus refuge sought
     behind (a replica),
     sans Bridge over the River Kwai
after moving ma bowels, no lie,

which predictable tsunami
     predicated on my
humungous substantial
****** discharge well nigh
generating threatening
     rip snorting currents

     impossible mission  e'en ex spurt ***** to ply
especially, flush with panic (a *** er,
     but mandatory duty) when lookout scout,
     (an E Medic) didst spy
an immense wall of water, aye yai yai!
JohnDuffyASY Mar 10
(A lone voice whispers)

Take this
As a now bearable parting gift

From someone who will always love you
The most

As we bid our last painful goodbyes

After renouncing
All known ties

And departing
Like two lonely unloved ghosts

Into life's
Slow-moving mists

For
It's been a wonderful dream

But the dark god
Deimos

From The Great In-Between
Now let in

By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen

To slow shadow walk
Towards us
As we drift

Has gloriously
Destroyed us

Smiling
Wearing

A white Captain Bligh
shirt and

Old nineties
Faded Levi's blue jeans

Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream

At the joy and wonder
Of all our frail emotional screams

Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways

As we fall apart
At the seams

In the fading lights
Each midnight

Or in so many dark secretive corners
Everyday

For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale

Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away

Once
In a vision
Or a divine play

I saw you
Lovingly

Looking my way
On Malibu Street

But now
Feeling cold and
Numb

Eating crumbs of
Defeat

Like an outcast,
A *****

A reborn
Fletcher Christian

Sailing away
On a new mission

I beg you, Please look away

For even though
I'm broken in two

Constantly
Thinking of you

My sad heart
Will once more soar

Like a Martial Eagle
In full flight

When true love
Eventually returns

And she knocks
Hard

On my tired hearts
Beating door

Pleading to be let in once more
But until then

Gossips
Racketeers
Gaslighters

And every incarnation of the known Devil

Hear my rebellious lions roar

As my soul
Stands so ready and majestically
Tall

Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope

Clutching a solid silver shield with

Veniet Amor *** Paratus Sum (L)

Inscribed on the front in gold

Love will come when I'm ready

To banish despair
Forevermore

For this pain and old memories are no longer civil

So here I stand
In pure spirit

On
Freedoms
Sandy
Yellow shores

As my higher self
Prepares
To go to war

To earn some more
Golden and red medals

For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life

And joy doesn't live here
Anymore

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Francois, surely the documents were born *****.
While some researchers put the day in 1483,
was probably born in November 1494 in Chinon,
in the province of Turin, where his father worked
as a lawyer. Today, only Loire's land is produced
as a writer, including the Museum of the Revolution.
Rabello is a novice of the Franciscans and then
a monk in Fontaine-la-Comte in Poitou,
where the Greeks and the Latins did it, as well
as the knowledge of literature and law, to have
a good report about his goodness. It is already
known that at the same time he includes Johannes
Alba, 1467-1540. He was upset about getting
weapons against the law and against minors
by forbidding the teaching of Greek. Erasmus
translates the voice of the Gospel according
to Luke.11 Ravel approached Pope Clement 7
1523-1534 and allowed him to leave the office,
the Benedictine Minor Temple,
to enter the Maileazis of Poitou, More.


Mets, the honest family. After leaving
the monastery to study medicine at the University
of Montpellier. In Lyons, in 1532 and at one
of the Renaissance spiritual centers, he began
working as a physician at the 1534 hospital in Lyon,
for which he acquired 40,000 baths a year.
So far, an outstanding job for Sebastian in the Lyon
maze and a letter written in Latin, Erasmus reads
a Greek manuscript to bring it to the printer.
Hippocrates and the translations and comments
published by Mark Cornelius Manardo, Rafael.
As a doctor, takes the time to write and publish
comic booklets, verify strength and deal
with the educational and monistic views of that time.

In 1532, under the pseudonym of the nasal empire,
Francois Rambelas was born Alfofribe, published his first book,
Pantagruel King Dips, the first series of Gargantua.
The lives of the Talking Agar read by the Kings
were introduced to the donation after they were transferred
to the Gregantua nations and sold in the form
of stamps and marketing brochures Colts: 13 Pantagralismus
to "Eat, Drink and Be Happy", Philosophy of Injury Books
the church led him to the same popular success he brought later,
with surprise visitors focused on the body.

In this first book, the monks and the crisis system
of education, the existing things that contain them
show that the French words encyclopedia, bases
and utopias are moving in the direction of the principal,
among others. Despite the popularity of the book
and the first book (1534) in which life and business
is the father Gergantua Pantagrual and the Roman
Catholic Church in 1545 by Guillaume Postal 111-115
in 1537, with Portland, New York Hotel- Dieu by the body
Adam Razzele: : 17 Etienne Dolet and the smell
of humor tend to be close this time, he wrote about
the anatomy lessons in his poem: 247 in June 1543
Ravelli's Apps of Gentlemen.

From 1545 to 1547, Francois Rabelais,
who lives in Metz, then a free state,
is the imperial city to escape the condemnation
of the University of Paris. In 1547 the temple
was rebuilt in Maine Jambat du Saint-Christophe
Bodon, in the neighborhood of Paris,
where he resigned in January 1553,
before his death in Paris in April 1553. ***- xxi

And what is the help of the prominent families
of Boulay, the collection of the ramp by King Francis,
the ability to insist is that he can give the approval
of the books. However, following the death of the King
in 1547 and the Academy for the Breaking of Molds,
the academy and the French elections were suspended
in a book published in Le quart livre 1552.** Ravelli,
who sold his friends to Rome with the cardinal.
Jean du Bligh, London. 1540 - the brother of the family
when Du Bly of the party, Guillaume. Rabbell had spent
some time looking for his security, it is the most humble
way to rely on the period of several complaints about the
protest of his protectors. After conviction until
the Sorbonne's new protective dirt is protected. *

XXXXX "Gregentius" and "Pantgrual" Edit Gregentius
and Pantagrual Illustration of Gregentius and Pantgruel
by Gustave Dore. Gregantua representing Pantgruel
by Gustave Dore. Gargantua and Pantagruel
tell the adventures of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel.
It has many stories that are adventurous,
first wonderful snakes, fish, and rarely, though long.
The first book times the prologue Gargantua
and Pantagruel.

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