"mateys" poems
Caged in a prison, high on a hill, actions ensued but didn’t quite fit the bill
Words of not-always transformed promises to forever,
Side by side, naught to hide,
despite the cloudy weather
A friend, a rock, a ship almost wrecked was looking to dock
Alone in the harbour, under the moonlight,
Ashamed,
The half-wreck shone bright for what it was famed.
Tough stains were covered, remains left undiscovered to be smothered by another
Heart still full of what was before, keen, loveful pursuers already knocking at the door
Cabin wide open: “Ahoy mateys! Ahoy!”
She soon set sail with the innocent boy.
Tides were rolling on peacefully by, some of them were low tides but mainly they were high,
When in need there was a shoulder upon which to cry
And the girl thought the boy would help her get by.
Way out at sea on a tropical isle the boy showed the girl daemons not seen in a while
Opened her up and dove right in, illustrated the flaws of reacting to whims
Open
Broken
Alone at sea,
the boy turned his back as she fell to her knees
Floundering, drowning, thrashing in the waves
The girl succumbed to what her daemon craves
Underwater tears remain unobserved
A not-so-sly Fox spoke of acts undeserved
An unsure girl, curled up, abashed
Covered up the act and watched her daemon be tamed
A ship in the darkness, a ship under the stars
Saved the girl and craved the girl and hoped she knew right
And Oh! How she flourished in this dependable new light
“Love and peace, me mateys!”: a new reason to fight
The boy on his island, soon to return,
Will see that the shipwreck upon which they met, though
not
yet
quite
perfect
Trawls the coast to find an isle of its own
And though different to first-envisaged, Bristol shall be its home.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
Me love agony, seen?
Me hate baldheads, seen?
Me love collie, seen?
Me hate duppies, seen?
Me love easing up, seen?
Me hate fishes, seen?
Me love ***** seen?
Me hate harbour sharks, seen?
Me love "irie's", seen?
Me hate janga, seen?
Me love kush, seen?
Me hate lagga heads, seen?
Me love mateys, seen?
Me hate nyng'i-nying'i, seen?
Me love o-dokono, seen?
Me hate passa passa, seen?
Me love quashes, seen?
Me hate running belly, seen?
Me love science (witchcraft), seen?
Me hate toto, seen?
Me love uptown goodas, seen?
Me hate vixxin', seen?
Me love wheels, seen?
Me hate da yout, seen?
Me love Zion, seen?
Me fuckin' love Zion
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
And what about the days
that don't come,
or the Hours not spent
buying flowers from Edeka?
Where do they go?
Do they join Walter
in some daydreaming
intermittent reality?
Is the Time
evaporated by Entrepreneurs
burning our candles
at both ends to turn
steam driven carbines
for our adiabatic work
cycles underneath Caves of Steel?
Is it enough to live
part of someone else's
dream because we know
that our's Comes this
way Wicked?
Actuators, cogs, brain bit,
and organoids all on Chips
or ships setting sail
into rosy fingered robots
of dawn.
Ahoy mateys!
We set sail for a Manifest
Destiny without O Captain,
My Captain; though the civil
struggle continues dressed up
in some ******* suit.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Eóghan,
Hail, o pasture o' yers
'ere mo chrói,as red as fire
Yer lovers walkin down the road o' me lonely town...
With wheat yer fields sown
Eóghan,
Drunk,i danced,sang the ol' song o' ancient rovers
Calling yer name like blatherin' sober
O brother me sweet fag,me ol' stout,nothin' reefin me like this longing fer ye
Drunk,i,slappers snoggin' me
Eóghan,
Me boyo o' Cill Channaigh....
'up the yard' they told us,so ****** wrecked o' this life
Me mate ye,yonks ye been gone,
I still can see yer new basser o son....
Mate,
On the greens walkin' ye gawkin' at the stars freely
Yer grand shoes stompin' heavily
Mo cara,mo chrói,missin' ye like a ****** rover to his ol town
Yer green eyes,a pint o' stout,dancin' mateys,waitin for dawn.
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 10:11 PM UTC
All hands on deck while this sail
wraps around my neck.
I try to escape but the tide
washes me back.
The planks are worn and holes
riddle the rotting keel.
I made my craft from weakened wood
when it should have been made of steel,
the waves slowly seep in
whispering of a salt water meal.
The ropes that dangle from my withered mast
threaten to string me up
like a pirate put on blast.
No more "yo ho's" and "aye mateys"
the cabin's locked, with no handle or slot
for a key.
And the rudder is stuck, drifting me
in loops
Every port I land in cheats me,
I've been duped
of all my treasure,
armaments, and ship
If I can fix this vessel
It'll strike a coarse
for a watery grave
Sunken at the bottom, the sea
will never be the same.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
After The Break Up (Part 2)
I just got back from a cool party.
I had so much fun with my mateys.
Why should i get involved with any kinds of romance?
Only to turn me down and try my patience?
I am so happy this way.
No more teary eyes as a give-away.
I don't need to change anything about my life.
Simply being myself makes me feel so alive.
As i start to get ready for bed i think to myself 'a resolution to open a new page'.
As i lay me down in bed suddenly a very weak scent that i know fills the room.
A scent that makes my heart stop beating so gloom.
No!!!! I scream! Oh God please no!!!!
I'm just about to open a new page of my life!!!!!!
There it is!!!!!! On the window-ledge!!!!!
An empty bottle of perfume that still emits its fragrance!!!!
Your perfume!!!!!
The one you wore that ****** night you dumped me......left me!!!!!
I thought i had got rid of all your ****** stuffs.
**** I am just about to get over you and the pain you've caused me!!!!!!
You feckin' *****
Feeling like i've just been shot in the head i take the gun i stole from my friend and without thinking twice i pull the trigger.......
BAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
....................
Just like that......
That easy......
Really....
Hurt so much makes you go that far...
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
There was a boy,
there was girl.
The world frowned upon them
b o t h.
and then miranda said
ellen hopkins alas me mateys
and i said ***
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
Blue Hawaiian Punch tastes like..
Childhood memories and innocence
It's the color of bruises that litter my legs and arms at 6 years old
It’s Mom beating me with the belt and making me stand in the corner until my legs tremble
Because blue punch stains brown old carpets
The teachers must have assumed that like all 6 year old I play rough and get hurt innocently
Michelina’s Frozen Mac and Cheese tastes..
Cheap but cheesy and maybe frozen for a little too long
It also reminds me of racism and homophobia
When I made my first black friend who was 4 and I was 6
My Mom told me that he will get me into trouble and to stay away
When he fell off his bike my mom made him sound so alien I looked to see what color he bled
Apple Dapples, Cocoa Rice, Marshmallow Mateys, and 2% milk tastes like..
Sunday morning cartoons and waking up at 8 am
Dragging a chair over to the counter because I’m 6 and can’t see above it
And if I spill on the counter mom will spank me
It’s 8, 9, 10, 11, Noon. I want to play outside but Mom’s still asleep
So I go back to her room and shake her awake
“I want to go outside”
“Fine just go away”
I walk out the front door onto our screened porch littered with beer cans
Happy to play with my friends because at 6 I don’t think my life is any different from theirs
~Emma Rose
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC