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The Jolly Roger
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The Jolly Roger |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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I spied the possibilities. Your eyes were but the promised tide Your voice the sirens of the sea. and paid a dowry for your hand. All my castles, labored through, I would have swept them just for you... and may my soul be damned to hell. Every shell I found on shore I held to ear to hear "want more?" the sun in set upon the beach but through the tears of hope I cried, I mistook this for sunrise. and swam to meet the boat before I viewed the distance of the lag... I eagerly grasped pirate's flag. You warned me there could be no truce. And in my lonely camp on beach, I saw what I desired to see. The victim of my loneliness— Eager to join treasures sank I grateful, graceful walk this plank. |
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Coal Surrender Member
since 2001-04-01
Posts 84U.S. |
This is truly enjoyable work, I'll be certain to read, time and again! Loved it! Coal |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I do believe this is one of your best. Kathleen Blake |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I would have counted grains of sand and paid a dowry for your hand. All my castles, labored through, I would have swept them just for you... I wanted to enchant a spell and may my soul be damned to hell. Every shell I found on shore I held to ear to hear "want more?" Always just a mockery the sun in set upon the beach but through the tears of hope I cried, I mistook this for sunrise. ====================== Not your fault--you sailed in truth. You warned me there could be no truce. And in my lonely camp on beach, I saw what I desired to see. Imprisoned now, the pirate's wench— The victim of my loneliness— Eager to join treasures sank I grateful, graceful walk this plank. =========================== Sen this is excellent... the employ of metaphor, the imagery, the rhyme all done with a mastery and finess.. but tis the longing and ache of the emotions express that is the true bittersweet beauty of this... with each line your poetic gifts are evident. love to ya me twin.  me |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Serenity~ Bloody well nice, matey !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
The entirety kept me locked and drew me to this remarkable stanza: =-=-=-=-=- Imprisoned now, the pirate's wench— The victim of my loneliness— Eager to join treasures sank I grateful, graceful walk this plank. =-=-=-=-=- Very powerful writing you've employed. Yer always a treat. *wink* You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. -- Navajo Proverb |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
that pirate obviously did not recognize the value of your treasure chest...  |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Karen This was such a wonderful picture you carefully painted with your words. I enjoyed it immensely. Take care......Sue Suetang |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
Wonderfully stated, and hold high respect for this poet. He is not alone. LP He is my pen, I am but the paper he |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
serenity you are so good, my favorite all your words hit home so consistently Kindly, |
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