Poetry competition CLOSED 10th January 2012 9:21am
WINNER
dustyjjewels
dustyjjewels
Broken bones and blood of the enemy!!!
LIFE IN DEATH
Inside i burn a frozen fire
Demons perch atop the pyre
Searching souls while flames lick higher
Bringing fuel to dark desire
Earthen body, spirits call
To permeate the flesh of all
Climb the tower just to fall
Than decimate the final wall
Angels slaughtered, demons cry
A bloodless war, through spirits fly
Though bitter end we can not die
Tortured souls .... no reason why?
-K.T.I.P. Kummadurriz the Immortal Poet
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burning eyes of lies and death,
collapsing dreams of silent breath.
pulling the life out of distince,
army of souls under resestance.
crippled body soggs in murky and dust,
forever lost in the earths crust.
talking rituals in those eyes,
lallaby night of original lies.
to a new religon of all men kind,
world of horror with those of lost mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
collapsing dreams of silent breath.
pulling the life out of distince,
army of souls under resestance.
crippled body soggs in murky and dust,
forever lost in the earths crust.
talking rituals in those eyes,
lallaby night of original lies.
to a new religon of all men kind,
world of horror with those of lost mind.
-Kumiko Yamamoto
Mephistopheles
twist the truth of every side
look inside the egals eye..
befalls our character untreated guilty
changing them mind and whats not silky...
There is no hope apone whats been told
unfavor mouth of weeping cold..
people of the denial and awaited soul
Twisting truth and stabilized role....
given up trying to understand how
Mephistopheles controle what you have know...
-Kumiko Yamamoto
twist the truth of every side
look inside the egals eye..
befalls our character untreated guilty
changing them mind and whats not silky...
There is no hope apone whats been told
unfavor mouth of weeping cold..
people of the denial and awaited soul
Twisting truth and stabilized role....
given up trying to understand how
Mephistopheles controle what you have know...
-Kumiko Yamamoto
finger lodged insid arteries
shedding out the flood of so many unspoken words
slipping out of conchesness
eyes grey as the dying sky line
pail and bleeding
wishing for a light so blinding
steping into only darkness
ruin befalls you
clasped in chains
basked in the stench of burning flesh
fire and brimstone
ash and misery
death is overflowing across your skin
taken aback sufficated beneath it all
terror and rage ripping your lungs out
no mersy strung hells harp with my organs
bask you with the sour melody of my cruelest thoughts
fear my word fear my thoughts
cuz behind these eyes is terror
ill cut you at the roots
and watch the last drop of your blood fall to the sand
shedding out the flood of so many unspoken words
slipping out of conchesness
eyes grey as the dying sky line
pail and bleeding
wishing for a light so blinding
steping into only darkness
ruin befalls you
clasped in chains
basked in the stench of burning flesh
fire and brimstone
ash and misery
death is overflowing across your skin
taken aback sufficated beneath it all
terror and rage ripping your lungs out
no mersy strung hells harp with my organs
bask you with the sour melody of my cruelest thoughts
fear my word fear my thoughts
cuz behind these eyes is terror
ill cut you at the roots
and watch the last drop of your blood fall to the sand
The Tribal War
In the darkness eons past
Run the warriors of the mountain
In my distant land of mystery,
To battle called by challenges
By enemies from the sea
That swarmed like ants upon the sand
Screams of mighty anger and rage
Rend the Island’s balmy air
Clashes of swords and spears
Of shields of cockles and cowries
The thunder of the tribal war
Rang through the mountains
Over the Aeries
And the valleys
Seafarers’ swords that night did claim
Full dozens slaves did they chained
Towards the floating boats they pulled
The new slaves with eyes bloody
To hold on to their clan’s pride
Slain never slaves
From the mountain watched the rest
Hair blown by thundering wind and gales
Stand they silent as their fellow warriors
Whose throat willing to be slit
Then to wear a foreign band
From beyond the sunset
The shaman chanted
Incantation
Of appeasement
Of intervention
By ancient gods
The tribal chief did scream
The warrior cry like eagles’ call
From the waves of the sea
They came, the minions of the gods
They whom the tribe worshipped
When the earth was young
And magic flourished;
Thus storms of thunder light and fire
Spewed from the depth, beneath
The roiling sea
Warriors of the mountains
Like gazelle in the plains
In rage, their soul ferocious
Swarm down the mountains
In waves of death
by swords, machetes and spears
Blood flowed freely that day
And the sand drank greedily
Of the slain
When at last the battle ended
Fallen warriors valiant all
On the sand they slumbered
Not to wake once more
The triumphant call of the tribal horn
Was heard by many
From one warrior left standing
of the mountain clan.
In the darkness eons past
Run the warriors of the mountain
In my distant land of mystery,
To battle called by challenges
By enemies from the sea
That swarmed like ants upon the sand
Screams of mighty anger and rage
Rend the Island’s balmy air
Clashes of swords and spears
Of shields of cockles and cowries
The thunder of the tribal war
Rang through the mountains
Over the Aeries
And the valleys
Seafarers’ swords that night did claim
Full dozens slaves did they chained
Towards the floating boats they pulled
The new slaves with eyes bloody
To hold on to their clan’s pride
Slain never slaves
From the mountain watched the rest
Hair blown by thundering wind and gales
Stand they silent as their fellow warriors
Whose throat willing to be slit
Then to wear a foreign band
From beyond the sunset
The shaman chanted
Incantation
Of appeasement
Of intervention
By ancient gods
The tribal chief did scream
The warrior cry like eagles’ call
From the waves of the sea
They came, the minions of the gods
They whom the tribe worshipped
When the earth was young
And magic flourished;
Thus storms of thunder light and fire
Spewed from the depth, beneath
The roiling sea
Warriors of the mountains
Like gazelle in the plains
In rage, their soul ferocious
Swarm down the mountains
In waves of death
by swords, machetes and spears
Blood flowed freely that day
And the sand drank greedily
Of the slain
When at last the battle ended
Fallen warriors valiant all
On the sand they slumbered
Not to wake once more
The triumphant call of the tribal horn
Was heard by many
From one warrior left standing
of the mountain clan.
- Barbarian Sorcerer -
In the days when Atlantis was seen not more,
And the giants of old fell below the vast sea…
The kingdoms of man feuded in savage wars,
As the light of the past dimmed from memory!
Risen hither came I, in my armor of black iron,
To plunder the realms: for steel and for jewels.
By cunning and craft, I toppled many a crown,
And those who worshipped me oft were cruel.
A barbarian sorcerer was I, and kings feared,
The Queen I served, from a world now dust…
Queen of Dragons, the Serpent flame-seared,
Who filled me with mad piety, desire and lust!
Her banners waved, where her children rode,
And enmity was between us, and all the stars.
My feet set heavily on the lands as we strode,
For revenge against those who dealt us scars!
‘Ere the sun set upon that wild age now gone,
We reached the icy north and found a secret!
For within the earth, are places old as dawn…
With older gods that wait: until they do see fit.
*******
In a vale, of bleached skulls, vultures so came,
To feast upon the mighty who, did fall in battle.
Those skulls could not speak of the vile shame…
That gripped them full before Death’s fell rattle.
I walked there alone to contemplate my doom,
And saw the truth of all man’s inner emptiness.
I raised my fist high, ‘neath a pale silver moon!
I did so before the dead, who were in witness,
And I so embraced the emptiness within myself.
To overcome fear by walking on through it, full,
Is to find a treasure that surpasses all wealth…
For it means you have changed your inner soul.
I felt all the coils of the Serpent Mother tighten,
About my body, as I so let my sword thus drop!
I needed not steel to this base world brighten…
My will alone could not by any man be stopped.
The hand that held of the steel was the victor…
And the steel had so lost, for I was far sharper.
Tasting of this old wisdom, I thirsted for more…
So I left that vale, and I did travel much farther.
*******
Shall I tell: of the tall ziggurats of the deserts,
And how 'neath the sun their steps rose high?
In the east they rose, where power perverts.
The kings who ruled there, no man could deny.
Mountains made by man, in the earliest days,
Those temples, that are now broken asunder.
It is pride that upon all such works oft preys!
The gods grow jealous, and will hurl thunder.
Is it right to fear the messenger for his patron?
And yet, men feared me for the one I served.
They knew not the glory of that great matron,
And before her might they became unnerved.
The sacrifices of kings, ended ancient empires,
As they did bend their necks: upon crude stone.
In my name, many were cast into sacred fires,
On the tops of the ziggurats, the pyres shone!
The scales of the Serpent Mother coiled tightly,
Wherever the sins of man grew beyond reach.
Her eyes see all from the dark, shining brightly,
And no heart is too secreted for her to breach.
*******
But all was not for battle nor blood, nor fame.
I sought for wisdom and for love, amidst it all,
And the things I found left me never the same.
The passions that moved me made angels fall!
I am a Child of Dragons and I cannot be else,
Though time has caused mankind, to be less…
I remember what was, and I know it not false.
For time robs us all even when it would bless!
The old magic is there but it is like a thin light,
Shining in the darkness, begging to be beheld.
I have seen even in the midst of a heavy night,
Things more spectacular that can only be felt!
Oh man, if only you knew what history is lost,
By the fall of great libraries built to house lore.
To know the truth now, you must pay a cost!
For the guardians awaken, their tests in store.
I walked in their halls, I learned their old way,
And I emerged changed, to work their magic.
Would you walk with me, where spirits play?
Be not afraid, child, for my truth is not tragic!
*******
With such words I spoke to they who came,
From the farthest winds to emerald banners…
As we gathered in spires beyond mortal ken!
We crushed the deceivers in the high manors.
For truth cannot be constrained, by any will,
And all who came to know the Queen’s face…
Were as the land freed of the last winter chill.
The maids who danced for me had her grace,
And, I who bled for them gave them new life.
I laid aside the steel, the jewels I gave to she,
Whose power made me great, beyond strife!
And I became the Dragon King of prophecy.
My sword lay upon my lap, and at my side…
The Dragon Queen reigned again, for an age.
Now none can say where we once did abide,
And man’s ignorance fills me often with rage.
Were we good or evil, who can today recall?
Myth and legend obscure our very natures…
And who now can see beyond that high wall!
I pass on the old tales from across far waters.
*******
In the days when Atlantis was seen not more,
And the giants of old fell below the vast sea…
The kingdoms of man feuded in savage wars,
As the light of the past dimmed from memory!
Risen hither came I, in my armor of black iron,
To plunder the realms: for steel and for jewels.
By cunning and craft, I toppled many a crown,
And those who worshipped me oft were cruel.
A barbarian sorcerer was I, and kings feared,
The Queen I served, from a world now dust…
Queen of Dragons, the Serpent flame-seared,
Who filled me with mad piety, desire and lust!
Her banners waved, where her children rode,
And enmity was between us, and all the stars.
My feet set heavily on the lands as we strode,
For revenge against those who dealt us scars!
‘Ere the sun set upon that wild age now gone,
We reached the icy north and found a secret!
For within the earth, are places old as dawn…
With older gods that wait: until they do see fit.
*******
In a vale, of bleached skulls, vultures so came,
To feast upon the mighty who, did fall in battle.
Those skulls could not speak of the vile shame…
That gripped them full before Death’s fell rattle.
I walked there alone to contemplate my doom,
And saw the truth of all man’s inner emptiness.
I raised my fist high, ‘neath a pale silver moon!
I did so before the dead, who were in witness,
And I so embraced the emptiness within myself.
To overcome fear by walking on through it, full,
Is to find a treasure that surpasses all wealth…
For it means you have changed your inner soul.
I felt all the coils of the Serpent Mother tighten,
About my body, as I so let my sword thus drop!
I needed not steel to this base world brighten…
My will alone could not by any man be stopped.
The hand that held of the steel was the victor…
And the steel had so lost, for I was far sharper.
Tasting of this old wisdom, I thirsted for more…
So I left that vale, and I did travel much farther.
*******
Shall I tell: of the tall ziggurats of the deserts,
And how 'neath the sun their steps rose high?
In the east they rose, where power perverts.
The kings who ruled there, no man could deny.
Mountains made by man, in the earliest days,
Those temples, that are now broken asunder.
It is pride that upon all such works oft preys!
The gods grow jealous, and will hurl thunder.
Is it right to fear the messenger for his patron?
And yet, men feared me for the one I served.
They knew not the glory of that great matron,
And before her might they became unnerved.
The sacrifices of kings, ended ancient empires,
As they did bend their necks: upon crude stone.
In my name, many were cast into sacred fires,
On the tops of the ziggurats, the pyres shone!
The scales of the Serpent Mother coiled tightly,
Wherever the sins of man grew beyond reach.
Her eyes see all from the dark, shining brightly,
And no heart is too secreted for her to breach.
*******
But all was not for battle nor blood, nor fame.
I sought for wisdom and for love, amidst it all,
And the things I found left me never the same.
The passions that moved me made angels fall!
I am a Child of Dragons and I cannot be else,
Though time has caused mankind, to be less…
I remember what was, and I know it not false.
For time robs us all even when it would bless!
The old magic is there but it is like a thin light,
Shining in the darkness, begging to be beheld.
I have seen even in the midst of a heavy night,
Things more spectacular that can only be felt!
Oh man, if only you knew what history is lost,
By the fall of great libraries built to house lore.
To know the truth now, you must pay a cost!
For the guardians awaken, their tests in store.
I walked in their halls, I learned their old way,
And I emerged changed, to work their magic.
Would you walk with me, where spirits play?
Be not afraid, child, for my truth is not tragic!
*******
With such words I spoke to they who came,
From the farthest winds to emerald banners…
As we gathered in spires beyond mortal ken!
We crushed the deceivers in the high manors.
For truth cannot be constrained, by any will,
And all who came to know the Queen’s face…
Were as the land freed of the last winter chill.
The maids who danced for me had her grace,
And, I who bled for them gave them new life.
I laid aside the steel, the jewels I gave to she,
Whose power made me great, beyond strife!
And I became the Dragon King of prophecy.
My sword lay upon my lap, and at my side…
The Dragon Queen reigned again, for an age.
Now none can say where we once did abide,
And man’s ignorance fills me often with rage.
Were we good or evil, who can today recall?
Myth and legend obscure our very natures…
And who now can see beyond that high wall!
I pass on the old tales from across far waters.
*******
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We All Go Cold (SP Summerscales)
Throat of sinew
rotten muscle
stretching goo
parasites bustle ,
without daylight , inside the tomb
the wretch of death , stench
does pool .
Outside the green
stone of slime ,
Crows caw a midnight chime
once more the solar shines
from the , flawed sattelite .
Engraved upon
old stone
with moss of overgrown
the names gone
and of old
with dates covered in mould ,
their fate in short
is told
someday , we all go cold .
Throat of sinew
rotten muscle
stretching goo
parasites bustle ,
without daylight , inside the tomb
the wretch of death , stench
does pool .
Outside the green
stone of slime ,
Crows caw a midnight chime
once more the solar shines
from the , flawed sattelite .
Engraved upon
old stone
with moss of overgrown
the names gone
and of old
with dates covered in mould ,
their fate in short
is told
someday , we all go cold .
- Swords of Doom -
In a savage time, we seek swords, swords that gleam!
Kings of iron, from the south: riding, under the moon.
In a savage hour, we seek out souls of fire and steam!
We ride from the ancient places, in the name of doom.
Far from the heights, far from the depths down below,
We ride for Hyperborea, seeking steel at world’s end…
Beyond the winds of the north, beyond sand and snow!
Farewell salvation, for we will be amongst the damned.
Beyond the north wind they rode, and vanished at last,
They rode seeking swords, seeking the steel enchanted.
Far from the depths, far from the heights they passed…
They rode from the south, to the caverns of the undead.
For us there is no spring, only the autumn wind’s kiss,
The scent of it delightful before the storm’s mad bliss!
Up is down, when there is no way to go but blindly on!
Pleasure is pain, when to obtain it a battle must be won.
Swords of savage iron, the kings of iron went to claim!
Giants in the earth they fought with might and sorcery.
Into the earth beyond the north, their power did wane…
Against the forces of the ancient ones’ old sovereignty!
No war would cost them dear, no mortal power stand…
The hoofs of their steeds beat into the soil at their pace.
And so they journeyed long, in that most ancient land…
Hyperborea, beyond the north wind, decadent and base!
And there they bowed all their proud heads before me…
For I am doom, and no prideful man knows my visage.
They claimed to serve doom, and yet they failed to see,
That the steel I held came not, from any human village
For me there is no rest, only the most brief of reveries,
Wherein my dreams rise taller than the high pine trees!
Slavery to one’s ideals is freedom, for it is by a choice!
Madness is sanity when it enlightens so that we rejoice.
Before the spirits of the dead, as well they bent knees…
And in my name they laid low those enemies of an age,
Who challenged doom and sought, my sword to seize…
And so the kings of iron knew hot battle, and mad rage.
Rivers of blood flowed before us, for a forgotten cause,
And they who were about to die saluted us with honors!
I became their father, and taught secrets without pause,
Whispering in mortal ears both of wonders and horrors.
My mother, the goddess, they served before gold altars,
Placing their steel in the flames of her everlasting forge.
I ruled them with wisdom, and as my arm never falters,
I ruled them with ice and flame wherein dragons gorge.
For you there are but questions, as my mind is a cipher,
A riddle no word can penetrate, a locked golden coffer!
Right is wrong, unless your mind is open to experience!
Goodness is evil, when in its’ name you cease to dance.
They sacrificed to me for a thousand years, and gladly,
At the oracles where my voice spoke through dreams…
Laying grapes upon my shrines, and dancing so madly,
They found paradise in Hell, and their ecstatic screams!
Light in darkness, beauty in the light of the eternal fire,
Immortality in doom, and life beyond the passing flesh!
My mother, the goddess, quenched all our mad desire…
But like the grape, the blood of our foes flowed as fresh.
Too deep did the iron kings ride: suffering in my name,
Beyond the north wind, down in the paradise beneath…
So now they are no more, and lost is their every shame,
Only doom is left, to lay on their graves a holly wreath.
For them an age had passed, as they rode away in vain,
Until the sun had set on them, with no treasure to gain!
Humility is pride, when you seek some prized reward!
Peace is just strife, unless it is stronger than the sword.
In a savage time, we seek swords, swords that gleam!
Kings of iron, from the south: riding, under the moon.
In a savage hour, we seek out souls of fire and steam!
We ride from the ancient places, in the name of doom.
Far from the heights, far from the depths down below,
We ride for Hyperborea, seeking steel at world’s end…
Beyond the winds of the north, beyond sand and snow!
Farewell salvation, for we will be amongst the damned.
Beyond the north wind they rode, and vanished at last,
They rode seeking swords, seeking the steel enchanted.
Far from the depths, far from the heights they passed…
They rode from the south, to the caverns of the undead.
For us there is no spring, only the autumn wind’s kiss,
The scent of it delightful before the storm’s mad bliss!
Up is down, when there is no way to go but blindly on!
Pleasure is pain, when to obtain it a battle must be won.
Swords of savage iron, the kings of iron went to claim!
Giants in the earth they fought with might and sorcery.
Into the earth beyond the north, their power did wane…
Against the forces of the ancient ones’ old sovereignty!
No war would cost them dear, no mortal power stand…
The hoofs of their steeds beat into the soil at their pace.
And so they journeyed long, in that most ancient land…
Hyperborea, beyond the north wind, decadent and base!
And there they bowed all their proud heads before me…
For I am doom, and no prideful man knows my visage.
They claimed to serve doom, and yet they failed to see,
That the steel I held came not, from any human village
For me there is no rest, only the most brief of reveries,
Wherein my dreams rise taller than the high pine trees!
Slavery to one’s ideals is freedom, for it is by a choice!
Madness is sanity when it enlightens so that we rejoice.
Before the spirits of the dead, as well they bent knees…
And in my name they laid low those enemies of an age,
Who challenged doom and sought, my sword to seize…
And so the kings of iron knew hot battle, and mad rage.
Rivers of blood flowed before us, for a forgotten cause,
And they who were about to die saluted us with honors!
I became their father, and taught secrets without pause,
Whispering in mortal ears both of wonders and horrors.
My mother, the goddess, they served before gold altars,
Placing their steel in the flames of her everlasting forge.
I ruled them with wisdom, and as my arm never falters,
I ruled them with ice and flame wherein dragons gorge.
For you there are but questions, as my mind is a cipher,
A riddle no word can penetrate, a locked golden coffer!
Right is wrong, unless your mind is open to experience!
Goodness is evil, when in its’ name you cease to dance.
They sacrificed to me for a thousand years, and gladly,
At the oracles where my voice spoke through dreams…
Laying grapes upon my shrines, and dancing so madly,
They found paradise in Hell, and their ecstatic screams!
Light in darkness, beauty in the light of the eternal fire,
Immortality in doom, and life beyond the passing flesh!
My mother, the goddess, quenched all our mad desire…
But like the grape, the blood of our foes flowed as fresh.
Too deep did the iron kings ride: suffering in my name,
Beyond the north wind, down in the paradise beneath…
So now they are no more, and lost is their every shame,
Only doom is left, to lay on their graves a holly wreath.
For them an age had passed, as they rode away in vain,
Until the sun had set on them, with no treasure to gain!
Humility is pride, when you seek some prized reward!
Peace is just strife, unless it is stronger than the sword.
- A Persian Warrior -
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King Cyrus did liberate the Hebrews on that day,
And became to their people, a hero in every way.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
But no king was I, just a man who saw too much,
Of battle, and bloodshed, that few could watch…
My axe slew scores of the army of Marduk proud,
My ears heard the sounds of trumpets calling loud.
Amidst the screams of men both dying and dead…
I walked in utter madness of both wrath and dread.
We were there to liberate a people long suffering…
We were there to bring glory to country and king.
But it is hard to think of glory, when life is spent…
And from a dozen wounds your body is soon rent.
In the end, you are told you are a hero renowned,
But you no longer care by then, for king or crown.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
The smoke of Babylon, was black in the hot sun…
The desert was cruel, but crueler things were done.
Idols were cast down and palaces were laid low…
We believed God had told us, that all had to be so.
But I saw a hurt child, lying bloody in the streets…
Wounded by a man I once called comrade, friend!
God never did command such evil for His needs…
I slew my old comrade to save the child in the end.
When the war was over, I kept the child I saved…
She became my daughter, as the banners waved.
For her I never again took up the axe in any cause,
To her, I was hero enough to earn men’s applause.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
In a time known to history, but forgotten by man,
The mighty Persian army brought low old Babylon.
Great was Babylon, that empire across the sand…
But the power of old Persia had that lost war won,
Leaving blood and desolation, both far and near.
I was there when the Ishtar Gate fell into splinters!
I was there when the proud kings knew utter fear.
My axe held high, the steel in the sun ever glitters,
But that light is soon covered in the blood of men,
And you keep being told to take a life yet again…
King Cyrus did liberate the Hebrews on that day,
And became to their people, a hero in every way.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
But no king was I, just a man who saw too much,
Of battle, and bloodshed, that few could watch…
My axe slew scores of the army of Marduk proud,
My ears heard the sounds of trumpets calling loud.
Amidst the screams of men both dying and dead…
I walked in utter madness of both wrath and dread.
We were there to liberate a people long suffering…
We were there to bring glory to country and king.
But it is hard to think of glory, when life is spent…
And from a dozen wounds your body is soon rent.
In the end, you are told you are a hero renowned,
But you no longer care by then, for king or crown.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
The smoke of Babylon, was black in the hot sun…
The desert was cruel, but crueler things were done.
Idols were cast down and palaces were laid low…
We believed God had told us, that all had to be so.
But I saw a hurt child, lying bloody in the streets…
Wounded by a man I once called comrade, friend!
God never did command such evil for His needs…
I slew my old comrade to save the child in the end.
When the war was over, I kept the child I saved…
She became my daughter, as the banners waved.
For her I never again took up the axe in any cause,
To her, I was hero enough to earn men’s applause.
You don’t become a hero by doing as told…
You become a hero by being both kind and bold.
- A Short Life and A Merry One -
A.k.a. Pirates of the High Seas
A harbor town upon the coast, there to see…
We arrived, a rough and ready old company.
A galleon was ours, docked out in the bay…
And so we set sail on some fair summer day.
The sands were white, and the sky was blue,
When we set sail, all brave lads for our crew.
And I, the captain, did give voice to set sail…
As we went seeking our fortune, ne’er to fail!
Upon the waters of the hot Caribbean clime,
Where lay treasure untouched for all of time.
So drink up, me hearties, and toast the wind!
That the Devil himself, may our sails send…
Fast around Port Royal and beyond the isles,
Where gold awaits our coffers and our wiles!
Drink up, me hearties, and sing a merry song,
For soon we’ll be rich men as we sail along!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the shoals,
And pray the navigator has not hit the rum!
Or we’ll sink like soil before digging moles,
And we’ll pay the piper before we’ve begun!
We ventured along upon clear crystal waves,
Our hearts with the wind that blew for days…
Filling the sails of a galleon as bore us hither,
Amidst the muggiest air and tropical weather.
We found plunder aplenty in Spanish waters,
Taking gold, and oft some lovely daughters!
Pirates were we, mostly hated and oft feared,
As blood ran before us, wherever we steered.
Many a storm we did survive and battles aye,
Whilst on the high seas, our trade we did ply!
And down where old Cortez did lay his boot,
We found lost Aztec gold, to add to our loot.
And though they say curse is on such things,
For a time we lived like princes, and kings…
But gold runs out quick in a pirate’s fast life!
And if you do not protect it, there’ll be strife.
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the coasts,
Let our enemies fear the sound of our voice!
And pray that we do not become lost ghosts,
For there be crueler fates than fall by choice!
So upon an isle uncharted and with no name,
I decided to bury some treasure for later gain.
Ten lads came with me down a jungle’s cave,
And, though these lads were true and brave…
Digging for hours through the dirt in the dark,
Secrets must be protected, and so I did hark…
Heeding the code of pirates who came before.
Ten pistols to shoot and they’ll dig no more…
But first I let them finish burying all the gold,
And then I let fire, as they fell dead and cold.
Not a one expected the plan fate had in mind,
But the fate of a pirate is rarely ever too kind!
I drew a map in secret to mark hidden trails…
That led to the old cave, as full were our sails.
The crew knew too well what befell the men,
Who had walked with me, to meet their ends!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the shallows,
And mark well the charts that do lead us afar!
You are a bold lot, a brotherhood of fellows,
Who’d plunder the heavens, even every star!
A short life and a merry one, a pirate’s life be,
You can sail to the horizon, if you stay free…
But a noose awaits those who sail back home,
So find good harbors, watch where you roam.
Drink up, me hearties, before we reach land…
There be: pieces of eight aplenty in each hand!
And when they come to take what we’ve won,
We’ll plunder them again, and have our fun…
So drink up, me hearties, to toast Davy Jones,
We’ve left buried gold, with ten men’s bones!
The lasses in Port Royal will remember us all,
We’ll put coin in each bosom, when we call…
Now hoist the Jolly Roger, man well the guns,
They’ll call us red devils and murdering Huns.
But we’ll live on in the legends as yet unsung,
If we can remain free and ours necks not hung!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the high waves,
None can stand before us, as luck is our guide!
We’ll send all our foes unto the watery graves,
Fit for scoundrels like us, who there will abide.
A.k.a. Pirates of the High Seas
A harbor town upon the coast, there to see…
We arrived, a rough and ready old company.
A galleon was ours, docked out in the bay…
And so we set sail on some fair summer day.
The sands were white, and the sky was blue,
When we set sail, all brave lads for our crew.
And I, the captain, did give voice to set sail…
As we went seeking our fortune, ne’er to fail!
Upon the waters of the hot Caribbean clime,
Where lay treasure untouched for all of time.
So drink up, me hearties, and toast the wind!
That the Devil himself, may our sails send…
Fast around Port Royal and beyond the isles,
Where gold awaits our coffers and our wiles!
Drink up, me hearties, and sing a merry song,
For soon we’ll be rich men as we sail along!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the shoals,
And pray the navigator has not hit the rum!
Or we’ll sink like soil before digging moles,
And we’ll pay the piper before we’ve begun!
We ventured along upon clear crystal waves,
Our hearts with the wind that blew for days…
Filling the sails of a galleon as bore us hither,
Amidst the muggiest air and tropical weather.
We found plunder aplenty in Spanish waters,
Taking gold, and oft some lovely daughters!
Pirates were we, mostly hated and oft feared,
As blood ran before us, wherever we steered.
Many a storm we did survive and battles aye,
Whilst on the high seas, our trade we did ply!
And down where old Cortez did lay his boot,
We found lost Aztec gold, to add to our loot.
And though they say curse is on such things,
For a time we lived like princes, and kings…
But gold runs out quick in a pirate’s fast life!
And if you do not protect it, there’ll be strife.
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the coasts,
Let our enemies fear the sound of our voice!
And pray that we do not become lost ghosts,
For there be crueler fates than fall by choice!
So upon an isle uncharted and with no name,
I decided to bury some treasure for later gain.
Ten lads came with me down a jungle’s cave,
And, though these lads were true and brave…
Digging for hours through the dirt in the dark,
Secrets must be protected, and so I did hark…
Heeding the code of pirates who came before.
Ten pistols to shoot and they’ll dig no more…
But first I let them finish burying all the gold,
And then I let fire, as they fell dead and cold.
Not a one expected the plan fate had in mind,
But the fate of a pirate is rarely ever too kind!
I drew a map in secret to mark hidden trails…
That led to the old cave, as full were our sails.
The crew knew too well what befell the men,
Who had walked with me, to meet their ends!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the shallows,
And mark well the charts that do lead us afar!
You are a bold lot, a brotherhood of fellows,
Who’d plunder the heavens, even every star!
A short life and a merry one, a pirate’s life be,
You can sail to the horizon, if you stay free…
But a noose awaits those who sail back home,
So find good harbors, watch where you roam.
Drink up, me hearties, before we reach land…
There be: pieces of eight aplenty in each hand!
And when they come to take what we’ve won,
We’ll plunder them again, and have our fun…
So drink up, me hearties, to toast Davy Jones,
We’ve left buried gold, with ten men’s bones!
The lasses in Port Royal will remember us all,
We’ll put coin in each bosom, when we call…
Now hoist the Jolly Roger, man well the guns,
They’ll call us red devils and murdering Huns.
But we’ll live on in the legends as yet unsung,
If we can remain free and ours necks not hung!
Sing loudly, lads, as we round the high waves,
None can stand before us, as luck is our guide!
We’ll send all our foes unto the watery graves,
Fit for scoundrels like us, who there will abide.
- A Buccaneer’s Soul -
Being a Tale of the Flying Dutchman…
Prologue: The Coasts of Jamaica
Off the coasts of Jamaica, my ship sailed on,
Along Caribbean waves that rocked, in time.
The crew is singing, and drinking much rum,
Whilst I keep to myself, preferring red wine.
I pen, some poetry to a goddess I once loved,
When in other flesh I walked, in times past…
I look out a window, at the gray skies above,
And I turn the hourglass over, as time is fast.
I watch a solitary gull, and it seems so free…
Why do men make themselves prisoners, so?
Even these hearty lads who sail on with me…
We are slaves to the wind and if it will blow!
I sharpen my cutlass, preparing for our task…
As we near English waters, our long lost port.
We seek a safer harbor, where crabs do bask!
Our vessel dares not near the Redcoats’ fort…
No welcome would be ours, only cannon fire.
And so we sail on, seeking a secretive cove…
Where a treasure lies buried, which we desire,
Though not nearly as much as I long for love!
Part One: Bloody Spanish Gold
Captain, they call me, with fear in each voice.
Am I so terrible, or have stories traveled far?
We near the ancient cave; we come by choice,
Guided by the horizon, and many a noble star.
Less noble, indeed, are these greedy sailors…
Who call me a monster without knowing true!
The gold is Spanish, bloody from many wars,
Along with sapphires glowing fairly and blue.
Men died for us to claim it as such is the way,
The bones that guarded it knew the story full.
Telling not of their secrets until the final day,
For the dead are silent, and stubborn as a bull.
The booty is divided fairly, in accord to code,
And soon we set sail again, for French waters.
But on our way the skies darken, evil to bode!
We make fast the hatches on all the quarters…
But soon, we are caught up in a mighty storm,
Of which legends speak of, and seamen fear…
As ‘woe’ cries the gulls ‘you’ll see not morn!’
We saw not the morn, nor the one I held dear.
(Alone upon some windswept crag…
He gazed out long upon the cold sea.
A voice was calling from the depths,
Which kept on saying: “Look at me!”
Of his fortunes, he dared never brag,
For they brought him not: his victory.
So many men had met bloody deaths,
During his voyage of lawless piracy!
Hell dared not accept his own bones,
And so the sea one day called to him.
She craved his passion for her own…
Prepared to drown his every dark sin.
Though he was a legend on the main,
Blood was on his hands, a dark stain!)
Part Two: The Sea Goddess
The sea took the gold, in tribute to a goddess,
As I was cast adrift, the only survivor to live!
I was wrecked on a beach, and in my distress,
I resigned myself, my soul unto death to give.
That is where she found me, most royal lady!
I call her that, for her bearing was imperious.
Though her blood was not noble it beat hotly,
And her way, to speak truth, was mysterious.
‘A buccaneer’s soul, I sense in your breast…’
She said unto me, her eyes dark as the abyss.
‘But all such times are passing, going to rest!’
And she said no more, for lusty was our kiss.
She sang me a song that took me way back…
I was adrift on the melody, her eyes my light.
I forgot about my sins under the flag black…
And my soul was lost in a dance of the night.
Morn never came, and I knew I’d passed on,
Finding peace for a time with she I’d served.
But then I spied dawn’s rays, the warm sun…
And I could not die; for that, I was unnerved.
(The pirate had known all her charms,
That undying goddess, from below…
Not spoken of by men of true reason.
She swallowed his sin, took his soul!
He forgot his name, and his old scars,
Though he could not be pure as snow.
Her time was nigh in that wild season,
And the maddest wind began to blow!
He dove from the crag in dawn’s mist,
His crew beheld his fate from the ship.
By the sea goddess he was so kissed…
And his soul was lost, with a final slip.
But his ship had sunk so long before…
And her crew drew breath never more!)
Part Three: Voyage of the Dead
How long was I captain of the black galleon?
No hourglass was there to track time passing.
She stood at my side, after all that I’d done…
Beautiful as ever, her smile perhaps laughing!
The pale crew, all taken from a watery end…
Those same who had perished under my flag!
Many of whom once I had even called friend,
In search of treasure: of which we could brag.
Hands stained with blood from their lost loot,
Their voices chill as they sang almost merrily.
Damned men all, all from head down to boot,
Never caught, by the gallows or hanging tree.
But all things we do have a price to be paid…
And no gold can stave off the hands of death!
On the seas between worlds we sailed, afraid,
My only comfort, was my goddess’s breath…
Until at last, we sailed out of that life forever.
Each man to his fate, be it perdition or peace!
Death makes of each mortal, a true believer…
And there are some torments that never cease.
(They say he arose from his wet grave,
Unable to die till dire judgment day…
His crew shared his fate as heavy cost.
They sail the seas still, all debt to pay!
No matter how much love he so gave,
Unto his ancient mistress in his way…
His soul was fated to remain thus lost.
And so closest to the sea he must stay!
Ferrying the dead to the farthest shore,
Where he himself cannot disembark…
He seeks to redeem himself once more.
In the night, he sails, when all is dark!
Still plotting a course to the next life…
Hoping to escape his eternity of strife.)
Being a Tale of the Flying Dutchman…
Prologue: The Coasts of Jamaica
Off the coasts of Jamaica, my ship sailed on,
Along Caribbean waves that rocked, in time.
The crew is singing, and drinking much rum,
Whilst I keep to myself, preferring red wine.
I pen, some poetry to a goddess I once loved,
When in other flesh I walked, in times past…
I look out a window, at the gray skies above,
And I turn the hourglass over, as time is fast.
I watch a solitary gull, and it seems so free…
Why do men make themselves prisoners, so?
Even these hearty lads who sail on with me…
We are slaves to the wind and if it will blow!
I sharpen my cutlass, preparing for our task…
As we near English waters, our long lost port.
We seek a safer harbor, where crabs do bask!
Our vessel dares not near the Redcoats’ fort…
No welcome would be ours, only cannon fire.
And so we sail on, seeking a secretive cove…
Where a treasure lies buried, which we desire,
Though not nearly as much as I long for love!
Part One: Bloody Spanish Gold
Captain, they call me, with fear in each voice.
Am I so terrible, or have stories traveled far?
We near the ancient cave; we come by choice,
Guided by the horizon, and many a noble star.
Less noble, indeed, are these greedy sailors…
Who call me a monster without knowing true!
The gold is Spanish, bloody from many wars,
Along with sapphires glowing fairly and blue.
Men died for us to claim it as such is the way,
The bones that guarded it knew the story full.
Telling not of their secrets until the final day,
For the dead are silent, and stubborn as a bull.
The booty is divided fairly, in accord to code,
And soon we set sail again, for French waters.
But on our way the skies darken, evil to bode!
We make fast the hatches on all the quarters…
But soon, we are caught up in a mighty storm,
Of which legends speak of, and seamen fear…
As ‘woe’ cries the gulls ‘you’ll see not morn!’
We saw not the morn, nor the one I held dear.
(Alone upon some windswept crag…
He gazed out long upon the cold sea.
A voice was calling from the depths,
Which kept on saying: “Look at me!”
Of his fortunes, he dared never brag,
For they brought him not: his victory.
So many men had met bloody deaths,
During his voyage of lawless piracy!
Hell dared not accept his own bones,
And so the sea one day called to him.
She craved his passion for her own…
Prepared to drown his every dark sin.
Though he was a legend on the main,
Blood was on his hands, a dark stain!)
Part Two: The Sea Goddess
The sea took the gold, in tribute to a goddess,
As I was cast adrift, the only survivor to live!
I was wrecked on a beach, and in my distress,
I resigned myself, my soul unto death to give.
That is where she found me, most royal lady!
I call her that, for her bearing was imperious.
Though her blood was not noble it beat hotly,
And her way, to speak truth, was mysterious.
‘A buccaneer’s soul, I sense in your breast…’
She said unto me, her eyes dark as the abyss.
‘But all such times are passing, going to rest!’
And she said no more, for lusty was our kiss.
She sang me a song that took me way back…
I was adrift on the melody, her eyes my light.
I forgot about my sins under the flag black…
And my soul was lost in a dance of the night.
Morn never came, and I knew I’d passed on,
Finding peace for a time with she I’d served.
But then I spied dawn’s rays, the warm sun…
And I could not die; for that, I was unnerved.
(The pirate had known all her charms,
That undying goddess, from below…
Not spoken of by men of true reason.
She swallowed his sin, took his soul!
He forgot his name, and his old scars,
Though he could not be pure as snow.
Her time was nigh in that wild season,
And the maddest wind began to blow!
He dove from the crag in dawn’s mist,
His crew beheld his fate from the ship.
By the sea goddess he was so kissed…
And his soul was lost, with a final slip.
But his ship had sunk so long before…
And her crew drew breath never more!)
Part Three: Voyage of the Dead
How long was I captain of the black galleon?
No hourglass was there to track time passing.
She stood at my side, after all that I’d done…
Beautiful as ever, her smile perhaps laughing!
The pale crew, all taken from a watery end…
Those same who had perished under my flag!
Many of whom once I had even called friend,
In search of treasure: of which we could brag.
Hands stained with blood from their lost loot,
Their voices chill as they sang almost merrily.
Damned men all, all from head down to boot,
Never caught, by the gallows or hanging tree.
But all things we do have a price to be paid…
And no gold can stave off the hands of death!
On the seas between worlds we sailed, afraid,
My only comfort, was my goddess’s breath…
Until at last, we sailed out of that life forever.
Each man to his fate, be it perdition or peace!
Death makes of each mortal, a true believer…
And there are some torments that never cease.
(They say he arose from his wet grave,
Unable to die till dire judgment day…
His crew shared his fate as heavy cost.
They sail the seas still, all debt to pay!
No matter how much love he so gave,
Unto his ancient mistress in his way…
His soul was fated to remain thus lost.
And so closest to the sea he must stay!
Ferrying the dead to the farthest shore,
Where he himself cannot disembark…
He seeks to redeem himself once more.
In the night, he sails, when all is dark!
Still plotting a course to the next life…
Hoping to escape his eternity of strife.)
- A Pirate’s Maiden -
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon…
One flag was English, and the other was of old Spain!
Our own ship ventured in like a wildly running stallion,
And we prepared to grant to the loser, no end of pain.
Three ships did battle but only one would reach shore,
Our flag was black, and we brought hot fire and steel!
One vessel from England would sail the seas no more,
And the Spanish galleon was sunk, a leviathan’s meal!
We left the English captain on an isle with but a pistol,
I gave him some rum, that mad day, a bottle of rum…
I watched him shoot himself, and return not to Bristol!
Now that his cargo was ours, we decided to have fun.
From the wreck of that English ship, screams echoed,
Upon the green sea, that mad day, upon the high sea!
I found a treasure of silver, whilst blood had flowed…
And I spied a young woman to whom I took a fancy!
Pirates were we, and our hold was filled with delights,
But none can compare to she whom I came to love…
Let the crew have their silver and many jealous fights!
For I now share my cabin with an angel from above…
And ere we reach port men will die for mere baubles!
But I know one precious pearl I’ll ne’er need to share.
Let the men divide their plunder with many troubles…
For I am content with the gold of my maid’s fine hair!
Oh a pirate’s maiden is what she is, my beautiful lass,
I taught her the code and the way, one summer day…
I gave her rapier and pistol; she now fights with class.
When she gives her orders she has a power to sway!
From the crow’s nest, the lookout spies familiar land,
Upon the sea we roved, and we’ll rove at sea again…
I: and my pirate maid, we’ll both shout the command.
When we set sail from the harbors, of our island den!
Blood and Romance on the High Seas
From out of the port, the harbors with the old docks,
I went to sea, one summer day, I went to sea I did…
I watched the gulls pass me, in their pale white flocks.
And when the wind blew fierce I had never once hid!
From far to the north, I heard the sounds of cannons,
Upon the sea one summer day, upon the sea so blue!
I ordered the gun ports open, bade lads to man them.
And we plotted a new course that was bold and true!
Two ships did battle: a merchantman, and a galleon…
One flag was English, and the other was of old Spain!
Our own ship ventured in like a wildly running stallion,
And we prepared to grant to the loser, no end of pain.
Three ships did battle but only one would reach shore,
Our flag was black, and we brought hot fire and steel!
One vessel from England would sail the seas no more,
And the Spanish galleon was sunk, a leviathan’s meal!
We left the English captain on an isle with but a pistol,
I gave him some rum, that mad day, a bottle of rum…
I watched him shoot himself, and return not to Bristol!
Now that his cargo was ours, we decided to have fun.
From the wreck of that English ship, screams echoed,
Upon the green sea, that mad day, upon the high sea!
I found a treasure of silver, whilst blood had flowed…
And I spied a young woman to whom I took a fancy!
Pirates were we, and our hold was filled with delights,
But none can compare to she whom I came to love…
Let the crew have their silver and many jealous fights!
For I now share my cabin with an angel from above…
And ere we reach port men will die for mere baubles!
But I know one precious pearl I’ll ne’er need to share.
Let the men divide their plunder with many troubles…
For I am content with the gold of my maid’s fine hair!
Oh a pirate’s maiden is what she is, my beautiful lass,
I taught her the code and the way, one summer day…
I gave her rapier and pistol; she now fights with class.
When she gives her orders she has a power to sway!
From the crow’s nest, the lookout spies familiar land,
Upon the sea we roved, and we’ll rove at sea again…
I: and my pirate maid, we’ll both shout the command.
When we set sail from the harbors, of our island den!