"scallywags" poems - Hello Poetry

Flutterbies and Scallywags floating in a brizzillag. Mumbliwags and prissywicks swimming in a zig zag All together, stroke, stroke, the mumbliwags are swimming. Dipping here and dipping there. the flutterbies are skimming. But not so much, those scallywags, a lazy bunch they are... and what about those prissywicks, the laziest by far. Bumblies are bumbling, What very funny things. Listing side to side are they On their whimsy wings Prissywicks and Frakkyliks tiring long before, any of their counterparts on the brizzillag shore Flitting hither and thither, and way beyond yonder, the flutterbies flitter all day. It's a shame, don't you know, when it comes to playing, only the flutterbies come out to put on a show. The rest are all lazy, and mindless or crazy and float around in the brizzillag. If it were a contest, you know who would be the best, And Flutterbies would be winnin', every blue ribbon.

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Dec 27, 2010

Dec 27, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC

methy-architabel

Floating in the Brizzillag

Flutterbies and Scallywags floating in a brizzillag. Mumbliwags and prissywicks swimming in a zig zag All together, stroke, stroke, the mumbliwags are swimming. Dipping here and dipping there. the flutterbies are skimming. But not so much, those scallywags, a lazy bunch they are... and what about those prissywicks, the laziest by far. Bumblies are bumbling, What very funny things. Listing side to side are they On their whimsy wings Prissywicks and Frakkyliks tiring long before, any of their counterparts on the brizzillag shore Flitting hither and thither, and way beyond yonder, the flutterbies flitter all day. It's a shame, don't you know, when it comes to playing, only the flutterbies come out to put on a show. The rest are all lazy, and mindless or crazy and float around in the brizzillag. If it were a contest, you know who would be the best, And Flutterbies would be winnin', every blue ribbon.

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I am the captain of my ship No other scallywags can tell me When to port or to sail Just like in love

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Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

girlwithabrokensmile

Pirates

I am the captain of my ship No other scallywags can tell me When to port or to sail Just like in love

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***The Jamaica Jewel's sails are full with skull & bones on high mast, canons thunder, I pillage & plunder with a trim keel my ship is fast. My boots and vest are leather black with sword & buckles of gold, when sunlight reflects, landlubber's quake & their blood runs cold. I always dress in black except from my hat a plume of vermillion, A pirate's chest full of treasure and pieces of eight by the million. Just the sound of my name sends shivers to timbers of all, I am Capitan Blood Head, on mermaid lips and ports-o-call. On sand & beach Capitan Blood Head wanted alive or dead, where rivers become waterfalls posters for bounty is what's read. So the legend lives on, from Key Largo, San Juan & St. Kitts Cay, from Trinidad and Tobago to Saint John and Montego Bay. Don't you dare cross Capitan Blood Head and his Scallywags, and don't even think about The Capitan's favorite Sea Hags, or walk the plank to Davy Jones' locker you sank. AGRRR!!!***

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC

warner-baxter

Capitan Blood Head

***The Jamaica Jewel's sails are full with skull & bones on high mast, canons thunder, I pillage & plunder with a trim keel my ship is fast. My boots and vest are leather black with sword & buckles of gold, when sunlight reflects, landlubber's quake & their blood runs cold. I always dress in black except from my hat a plume of vermillion, A pirate's chest full of treasure and pieces of eight by the million. Just the sound of my name sends shivers to timbers of all, I am Capitan Blood Head, on mermaid lips and ports-o-call. On sand & beach Capitan Blood Head wanted alive or dead, where rivers become waterfalls posters for bounty is what's read. So the legend lives on, from Key Largo, San Juan & St. Kitts Cay, from Trinidad and Tobago to Saint John and Montego Bay. Don't you dare cross Capitan Blood Head and his Scallywags, and don't even think about The Capitan's favorite Sea Hags, or walk the plank to Davy Jones' locker you sank. AGRRR!!!***

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(20 minute poetry) Then there'd be a metropolis and who among the outcasts would miss the small minds of the small towns? I choose to lose myself in the black shadows of grey tower blocks and shuffle my day away on tarmacadam streets, no cobblestones, no oil lamps to light dingy homes, everything to marvel at in the metropolis is where it's at. Fritz'll make a film about it or perhaps that's already been done. Electricity for me, piped in typed in hot water and heating at the touch of a button takes some beating. The past will disappear as if it was never here at all and the call of the wild in the fields where I was a child will vanish too. We'll have to pay for it, a metropolis costs an arm and a leg, We'll have to beg. And don't expect Superman or Batman you won't even get a suntan only the fat man, the tally man, the scallywags and dustbin men and then there'd be a metropolis.

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Tinsel

(20 minute poetry) Then there'd be a metropolis and who among the outcasts would miss the small minds of the small towns? I choose to lose myself in the black shadows of grey tower blocks and shuffle my day away on tarmacadam streets, no cobblestones, no oil lamps to light dingy homes, everything to marvel at in the metropolis is where it's at. Fritz'll make a film about it or perhaps that's already been done. Electricity for me, piped in typed in hot water and heating at the touch of a button takes some beating. The past will disappear as if it was never here at all and the call of the wild in the fields where I was a child will vanish too. We'll have to pay for it, a metropolis costs an arm and a leg, We'll have to beg. And don't expect Superman or Batman you won't even get a suntan only the fat man, the tally man, the scallywags and dustbin men and then there'd be a metropolis.

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Heave ** Your cry astounds Flummoxing your enemies ashore Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword Cutting down resistant scallywags Thy treasure shall be mine! You dash haphazardly between slashes Excitement and *** course through Fueling you to victory Imposing is thy stance! Booted foot on stack of cannon ***** Actioned-packed adventure As you reave and raid the seas Your adventure keeps me alert But my ship's an iron beast of land I think of daring combat And your exploits give me hope I load my rifle in hot anticipation Prepared to write my own adventure The giant steel hatch lowers And hot iron rips through me My adventure ends prematurely My *** is without excitement and masks pain A hospital bed now serves as my galleon Your book by my bedside, untouched

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Feb 21, 2020

Feb 21, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC

MikeStefan

Swashbuckler

Heave ** Your cry astounds Flummoxing your enemies ashore Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword Cutting down resistant scallywags Thy treasure shall be mine! You dash haphazardly between slashes Excitement and *** course through Fueling you to victory Imposing is thy stance! Booted foot on stack of cannon ***** Actioned-packed adventure As you reave and raid the seas Your adventure keeps me alert But my ship's an iron beast of land I think of daring combat And your exploits give me hope I load my rifle in hot anticipation Prepared to write my own adventure The giant steel hatch lowers And hot iron rips through me My adventure ends prematurely My *** is without excitement and masks pain A hospital bed now serves as my galleon Your book by my bedside, untouched

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The sirens wail turning tail to run shots expire from a long barrelled gun, but it's not me I flee. it's youths or yutes as they call them today scallywags robbing tally bags the neighbourhood goes from bad to worse but it used to be good I think it used to be a paradise the end of the 60's beatniks and hippies free love flowers and rainbows, we didn't know or we did and hid these thoughts away, baby boom baby boom look at today our fault the system's down the wiring's kaput and not just in this Northern town "the lamps are going out all over Europe" is there no hope?

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Tenth street

The sirens wail turning tail to run shots expire from a long barrelled gun, but it's not me I flee. it's youths or yutes as they call them today scallywags robbing tally bags the neighbourhood goes from bad to worse but it used to be good I think it used to be a paradise the end of the 60's beatniks and hippies free love flowers and rainbows, we didn't know or we did and hid these thoughts away, baby boom baby boom look at today our fault the system's down the wiring's kaput and not just in this Northern town "the lamps are going out all over Europe" is there no hope?

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I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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Dec 25, 2023

Dec 25, 2023 at 5:17 AM UTC

yenson

“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” —M.S.

I have not found misery But contentment and liberating Light amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above So lets pity the Dividers and the sordid indulgences of shysters charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists Tis the sweat off my brow my aspiration and endeavours upholds as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit Sham politburo hooligans state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy Lazies do as lazy does Never learning but heedlessly agitating Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating Maniac fantasists deluded saps Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones Dime store mobsters Confused minds in haze exporting confusion Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success It’s monarchs it’s the elites Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers You can’t tell the truth That you want something for nothing That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals Reds with red faced shame dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds He who took on the mantle stands he who toiled hard to better himself stands he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!

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Simply sibilant, snake shapes saying something softly, Situation **** and sift sloppy, sodden, - sorry. Sullen sordid stories, son of Sam, Scabbards scavenged swords in Sabbath scams, Sacrilege so savage, scattered sadness spans, Supermarket salamanders scanning stamps, Scallywags, Sale! super savings! samples! Spam. Scene set, spent smattering surplus sacrifice, Salivate, savor sapidness, sate, sedate, sat sufficed. Sally's saxophone, Simon's silly shiny sabre, Santa statues stand slated saints, some sages; same saviours, Smirking surgeons skirting surfaced sapience, Sacredness seldom stages shabby states in simultaneum, So sides seat seperate, Segregated sects split the stadium. Sagaciating services swathed symbols stitched in superstition, Simply the situation simian sufficient.

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Oct 19, 2017

Oct 19, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC

IllestTraitor

Scribbling Some Silly Scrawls

Simply sibilant, snake shapes saying something softly, Situation **** and sift sloppy, sodden, - sorry. Sullen sordid stories, son of Sam, Scabbards scavenged swords in Sabbath scams, Sacrilege so savage, scattered sadness spans, Supermarket salamanders scanning stamps, Scallywags, Sale! super savings! samples! Spam. Scene set, spent smattering surplus sacrifice, Salivate, savor sapidness, sate, sedate, sat sufficed. Sally's saxophone, Simon's silly shiny sabre, Santa statues stand slated saints, some sages; same saviours, Smirking surgeons skirting surfaced sapience, Sacredness seldom stages shabby states in simultaneum, So sides seat seperate, Segregated sects split the stadium. Sagaciating services swathed symbols stitched in superstition, Simply the situation simian sufficient.

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