"hearties" poems
....and who are we that Eton,Harrow do not see,
we are the sinking of the sun,the wreck of the S.S Great Britain has come.
Where once we were the universe,rulers of lands and seas,we have been brought down to our knees to slowly, slowly sink.
Drink and drugs the slugs and snails what ails us,do we know?
Council blocks and towers knock us down to build new towns and the green belt gets much tighter,landfills full up to the brim the doors of opportunity are locked,we can't get in,too fat,too thin,old school ties and gold tie pins and who are we?the
disenfranchised and despised by those that do not see the rising tide of poverty.
Those we passed on our way up are those who put a penny in this beggars cup and wave goodbye,the sky has dropped, the horizon dulled,pulled this and that way,can't pay the bills,drink and drugs the only thrills and betting on the three fifteen to race along another pointless dream,
horsemeat in the freezer section,the four fifteen was my selection which fell at the final fence.
Prozac helps us to relax,fuck the council tax and income band just put two blue pills in my hand and make it seem like it's a dream and we're not sinking,what a scream,a film show,I should go and see the launch,exercise to lose this paunch.
Tomorrow I may rise to see my ship Great Britain back at sea or I could stay in bed and thread excuses on a needle,sew myself a sweater,keep the heat in,can't afford electric fires not like those out in the Shires where logs are burnt,money earnt is money burnt in my opinion.
Back to basics,Luddite hills and give me two more small blue pills,put them on the bills of lading,degrading I can do,but you have so much more and it's ship to shore on the radio,rise me hearties off we go,one more mad dash to make some more cash,undeclared that's only fair,
the revenue can go and ***** and spin upon that middle digit,fidgeting?it must be fleas,do fleas get brought down to their knees?
You see,
in this last scramble to the death I ramble on with my last breath,they haven't taxed my fresh air yet but I bet they will,drink and drugs for one more thrill,up anchor as I will at will to drift away into the sinking of just one more day.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
If I die in a war zone,
Box me up and send me home,
Put my gun on my chest,
Tell my mom, I did my best,
Tell my dad not to bow,
He will never get tension for me now,
Tell my bro to study properly,
Key of my bike will be his permanently,
Tell my sis don't be upset,
Her bro will not rise after the sunset,
Don't tell my friend, they r hearties,
And ask stars for party,
Tell my love not to cry,
Because, I am a solider and I born to die..
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Sharpen the knives and load the guns, empty another keg of *** Beat the drums and pull the cannon taught. Trim the sail and hoist the jib. Fly the black flag from the rigging. Turn into the wake, and head for our prize. Laden with gold and pieces of eight. Taste the salt spray we can hardly wait. Laying siege to a treasure ship. Come on now don't let her slip away. Mark your lines and make your aim true. There is still a good deal to do, before we can line our pockets with loot. Swing the wheel hard around, hear the cannon pound on the hull of the unsuspecting ship. Thunder echos across her decks, throw the grappling hooks and what the heck. With a cutlass and pistol I take to the fight, and if my luck is just right, I will have my fill of pirates ***** tonight. Gold doubloons and pieces of eight, my won't the ladies think I am great, when I sack this ship and return from the raging main. So on me hearties and cut them down, Davy Jones watches them going down. Singing the pirates song as we go.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
A bothersome burden that only bothers some,
why yo ** me hearties! Do pass the ***
For tonight I salute to you all
as with the passing of the hats,
for more agile and quick witted cats.
Stay ever nimble
and thoughtful on your feet,
beware the seas
that has been known to take mercilessly
countless fleets.
For now I bid you all
adieu, farewell, and bon soir!
A bothersome burden,
this is, no more!
For I leave you with this,
the faint echo of your soon to be distant past,
the game is afoot.
The die.
Cast.
Oh what a bothersome burden,
this game we all play,
but how bothersome is this burden that bothers some,
if we are still here today?
Best of wishes,
to your hunt and quests and all!
May you find what your heart desires,
as it beckons towards that eerie call.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
This goes way beyond needs or wanting,
wanton
disregard for Marley's testy haunting.
Self-awareness is always daunting.
Corporations are easy to blame,
amassing
billions year after year shame, shame,
fact is they pay their taxes,
well some do, some don't
what about you?
Greed is an expression of Want
over Need,
and want and want
reckless capacity to absorb any
and all of anything at all.
It has to be precious to some one,
it maybe hobbling,
as you go gobbling,
or storing,
spending and buying
or banking on some foreign
shore.
It is the type of activity that spiritually goes
beyond being human and way beyond the humane,
your need for want is filled with disdain,
and objects of your desires,
or alcohol fueled parties,
Arrrr me hearties,
pirate it all away,
keep it all in the lowest hold so
it doesn't have a hold over me.
Come close, what treasure do you seek?
I have it all, well not yet said with tongue in cheek,
I will have ALL in the middle of next week!
©DWE092013
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
Shed the tears of lofty clouds in a bright blue sky;
pure, Groundward bound, left to do and die.
Wail the pails of pain to set them free;
dressed in the schemes of hollow charity.
Sing the fatal songs of the blessed, silent peace
of lingering death that is never allowed to cease.
For every body dead, crushed to dust,
a baby is born of endless, pious lust.
Cry loose the sadness of endless hope
found orphaned at the end of a hangman’s rope.
Weave the fibers, me hearties, weave them right!
Is that a star? Wish I may, wish I might . . .
Exchange a hurricane of tears for an extended, trembling, golden hand!
Then Stride with purpose, blameless, shameless, through a desolated land
certain in the silent piety of a false, soul-less religion
that chains the human and sets free the pigeon.
Oh, the endless, fruitless cycle of the Circle of a Life
lived like a throat pressed against a well used knife.
And when all is quickly said and finally done
we find we’ve helped exactly . . . no one.
We find the mouths well fed and the tears dried to naught
and the soul dead and crushed under what mere charity wrought.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
I'm here to pick up the pieces
Of a life I once knew
When I understood the reasons
And when I thought that I had a clue
To what life could be like
When you think that you found a home
And then you wake up find the dream gone
On the coldest day you've ever known
Before that day everything was perfect
She was the love of my life most beautiful I've known
I was the Captain she was my Tennille... until
We went our separate ways and I was left alone
Complications seem to have a life of Their Own
So even though I can remember the way she went down
When I knew she was going I had to abandon the dream
And I had to pull myself up or let myself drown
Every so often someone answers my ad
And I drive out to meet and see if it's her
At least a small part of the dream that I had
That I can mount in my new dream as it were
So far nothing but a lot of false hopes
I'm superstitious and I know that one day I'll find
A keepsake ,a memory..a piece so awesome
So I can ***** it on the floor as a way to remind
Turn the last corner check the address
I wasn't prepared for The Rush that I got
There on the porch was more than I'd ever expected
Holding and caressing every inch of her there on the spot
You must be Ethan said the man who opened the door
it looks like you're getting acquainted
Yes sir I never thought I'd find a piece of the dream lost
This is more than I could have ever expected
Back into town tied down in the bed
Roll through the gate where my new dream was waiting
Well look at that McCrory said she came back to you
More than I hoped I said leave it to you to do the mating
I'll be back Monday morning to set off
If you think you can work your magic
And I can get back where I belong
It'll be done son one more day on dry land would be tragic
See you Monday then you old boat builder
Already barking orders lend me a hand and let's see
They got oceans to sail and places to be he bellowed out
Avast me hearties he said with a grin and a hearty wink at me
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
The wind sighed in the rigging
and the sea murmured deep.
Better get some rest my bully boys
for you’ll get but little sleep.
Wind devils whistled a warning
halyards thrummed in the blast,
better take in sail afore the gale,
came the order at long last.
Up aloft and lively!
reef the main in hard.
claw it in and hold it,
lash it to the yard.
Heed not the winds drear moaning,
nor yet the thundering sea,
but cling to the mast
in the icy blast,
for it hath the strength of a tree.
Take shelter now my hearties,
for there’s little can be done,
the tempest’s force drives us from our course
and we’ll have to turn and run.
As the night grew black and thunder
drowned our weary sighs,
we ran ‘fore the storm and hoped,
for a sight of the mornings skies.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC