| Match 229 |
Bladen |
Mannafh
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Walt Whitman's O Captain! My Captain!
O Cutter! My Cutter!
O Cutter! My Cutter! Our storied trip is done,
The ships returning to their ports, the blockade fought and won,
While on the dock, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
My thoughts are on your steady keel, a cutter grim and daring;
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the sea is stained with red,
Where on the floor my cutter lies,
On the cold sea bed.
O Cutter! My Cutter! Rise up from briny deep;
Rise up - on you my flag was flung - on you I earned my keep,
Your deck became a home to me - adventures we were sharing,
We'd take their treasure as our own, and simply leave them staring;
Here cutter! companion!
They filled you full of lead!
It is some dream that off these shores,
You're on the cold sea bed.
My cutter does not ride the waves, she's no more than a wreck
My ship no longer feels my boots, upon her weathered deck,
If only you were with me still, and anchor'd safe and sound,
You'd end your trip the victor ship, you won the final round;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with pain instead,
Gaze to where my cutter lies,
On the cold sea bed.
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William Shakespeare's Prologue from Romeo & Juliet
Two flags, both alike in dignity,
On fair Viridian, where they hold renown,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil shots makes civil ships go down.
From 'midst the fatal foils of these two foes
A pair of pirate lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their royals' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their royals' rage,
Which, but their pirates' end, nought would remove,
From the five hour's traffick of their blockade;
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our toils shall strive to mend.
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| Match 230 |
Devilsword |
Kargach
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T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land (mainly section III. THE FIRE SERMON)
CRASH
THE oceans heart is broken: my band-aid reaches out to heal
I clutch my cheeks nature calls, the wind
I pass from me bowels unheard, Pirates depart
Yet, the ocean stays until the end of my ditty.
I chuck another bottle into her arms and watch her carry trash away,
Broken barrels, lost scarves, ships bows, and pirates
Her strength is shown when she carries away these mementoes of a Saturdays night drinking
Nevertheless, they are gone now it's Monday and even boozehounds need rest
Giving my love the chance to cleanse the city's soul washing drunken remains into the seas
Now her crest reseeds away from this drunken pirate
She must hate me, oh wait she is coming back!
Oh, now I see she dances to my song
Oh, dance please for I will sing long
Yet I am wrong in those waves aren't cheers
She is trying to smack me and draw tears
I look up the sure to see the last drunk in the sand
Crawling on her belly, eww and now I know what she had for breakfast
How unattractive'maybe'. I need a swim
For the ocean is my only lover, I must not stray
She wraps her cold arms around me chilling to the bone,
Moreover, with her powerful crash she rejects me again, tough love.
I have come from a long line of ocean lovers she killed them all
The pirates snicker at the thought of my father naked fall
My grandfather's lustful swim
However, so now I sit here by my father's body now naked upon the shore
In addition, I think to myself 'ha I am bigger?
Nevertheless, looking at my grandfather's bones picked cleaned buy hungry noobs
I wonder is it worth it. This unrequited love?
Yes it is I see with its call, I finish a keg of rum listening to her ever growing call
The crash of the waves, the screech against the dock, and the scary sounds of throwing up'wait the last one is just me.
Darn here comes the preacher's wife and daughter?
'No I don't want any help I am not insane.'
'Get away from me I can clean myself ladies!'
I will run to my love she will save me!
CRASH! Rejected again. Well back to my hobby
POP!
Sip, sip, sip,
Chug, chug, chug,
Olive Island
We are home my love, under this lovely bridge
Darn it dear he comes that merchant again.
'No I don't care what you're selling!'
'You're rich enough anyway!'
'What would a pirate need to buy lint for anyway!?'
You demonic Frenchman
'Save me my love!'
CRASH! Rejected again, I guess I will go to lunch
Hop in the bucket my love we will go
To the in for a round of drinks and to bed we will go
A blue hour I wake up all wet.
She left me again?.its plane to see
The drunken pirates waiting at dock
Watched her run home
She goes to play with her toys.
Tossing sloops around in the currant,
Slamming pirates onto there shore just in time for breakfast,
Giving them lifts for only an eye, hand, or leg
That's how she cheats on me!
Oh why won't you play with me like that I offer you my body for one ride!
Yet, she ignores me to piles her toys on the shore.
Dancing in the air, she places on a record of wind and jumps to the song,
Oh how I enjoy how she plays.
Dancing, twisting, tossing, turning? oh god I think I am going too? too late
I wish she would embrace me with love and joy
However, tonight she dances alone, and I sit here by the keg in?
Oh my god where are my clothes!
Well at least there is a nice breeze.
Since I can't dance I shall sing.
Sing to the sea for her to dance.
In addition, all the drunkards will hum along too
Oh ocean so sweet
We will go to eat
Dance with me
In the sea
Moreover, we will get plastered for everyone to see.
We will drift together like a log
Yet, every time we touch my back you flog
Oh ocean so sweet!
Let now dance to the beat
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
And now with my song I have swoon your broken heart.
And now we will embrace and never part
I will never resent my unrequited love
For it burns with a never end passion
Run to me!
CRASH! Not again
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Edgar Allan Poe's The Bells
This Pirate?s Sensual Love of Puzzles
I
See the glowing of the sails-
Yellow sails!
What a tale of speediness their sparkling entails!
How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
On the ocean ev?ry night!
While the stars the navver sprinkles
Seem to multiply the twinkles
Adding quickness to our flight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of windy rhyme,
As I Bingo-Donkey-Vegas and I love to feel the gales
In the sails, sails, sails, sails,
Sails, sails, sails-
From the blowing and the glowing of the sails.
II
Smell the water in the hold,
Cargo hold!
What a tale of turbulence these testy crabs have told!
O?er the pieces blue and green
Rising waters can be seen!
Then the yellow puffer floats
With points so keen,
While the liquid slowly drops
To the jelly-fish that swallows, while she pops
On the screen!
And as the water fills,
What a massive Sea Donkey eliminates the bilge!
How it thrills!
How it wills
Down the water! how it spills
From the pump that sparkles gold
With the straining and the draining
Of the hold, hold, hold,
Of the hold, hold, hold,hold,
Hold, hold, hold-
With the clearing and the cheering in the hold!
III
Feel the pounding in the wood-
Carping wood!
What a tale of plight these planks would speak of if they could!
When I?m in a nasty scrape
And I need a Utah shape
But I only get a T,
And a C, C,
And a plus.
And the cannonballs are wailing and the ship is full of holes,
And the bilge is quickly rising and the powder barrel rolls,
So I hammer, hammer, hammer,
As the captain starts to clamor,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now?now to fix or never,
To be branded a hero or wuss.
Yet I love a challenge bold,
So I flip them
And I slip them
In the holes here in the hold:
And the pieces come to me,
Now a J piece
And a K piece
And I play my MP^3,
By the sealing and the healing in the mending of the wood-
Of the wood-
Of the wood, wood, wood,wood,
Wood, wood, wood-
In the bumping and the thumping of the wood!
IV
Hear the roaring of the balls-
Cannon Balls!
What a world of booty now their boist?rousness recalls!
On the battle navving screen,
How their shout is shrill and keen,
Each explosion sending shivers through the mast!
For every token placed
Some they hit, and some we waste,
They have passed.
When they fall into our trap, we?ll
Place the blue X and then grapple,
Hooked at last!
And now, fighting, fighting, fighting,
With their blackened bottom rows,
We love winning and delighting,
They will rest in glum repose.
As they wield a sword of back,
I will build up my attack,
As I sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle,
With my skullie blue and black!
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of rapier rhyme,
To the clanging of the swords-
Of the sword, swords, swords;
To the 'yarr'ing of the foes-
To the 'yarr's, 'yarr's, 'yarr's;
Thank the shooting of the balls,
Of the balls, balls, balls, balls-
Balls, balls, balls-
Thank the crashing and the smashing of the balls.
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| Match 231 |
Popeye09 |
Thusnelda
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Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne's Charlie Is My Darling
Barley Is Me Darlin'
'Twas on a Monday mornin',
Right early in the year,
A publican came to our town,
Ter sell us all a beer.
O barley is me darlin',
Me darlin', me darlin' -
O barley is me darlin',
When made into beer!
His pub it is right up our street,
"Last orders!" sounds loud an' clear,
An' all the folk come runnin' out,
Ter buy a final beer.
O barley is me darlin',
Me darlin', me darlin' -
O barley is me darlin',
When made into beer!
Wi' old bandanas 'pon their heads,
An' cutlasses bright an' clear,
They come ter fight on Friday night,
An' drink the pub out o' beer.
O barley is me darlin',
Me darlin', me darlin' -
O barley is me darlin',
When made into beer!
They've left their rusty rum distills,
Their wine an' cider dear,
They're all ignored, fer one drink's Lord:
The finest home-brew beer.
O barley is me darlin',
Me darlin', me darlin' -
O barley is me darlin',
When made into beer!
O, there are many broken hearts,
An' many a laugh an' tear,
An' all because we all do sup,
Our happy landlord's beer.
O barley is me darlin',
Me darlin', me darlin' -
O barley is me darlin',
When made into beer!
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Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven
The Swabbie
(much abridged)
Once upon the Midnight Ocean, while I rocked with seasick motion,
Trying hard to win another game of Spider Solitaire,
While I pondered, cards a-flapping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping in the hallway there
"'Tis the galley-cook," I muttered, "tapping in the hallway there;
Close the door! For I am bare!"
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "I'm Madam, and I know I've not a stitch to wear;
But the fact is I am naked, and your cod is poorly flakéd,
And so steep the deck is rakéd--" Eek! I slid right past my chair
"--that I scarce wish to converse now!" Here I stared into the air:
Darkened halls, completely bare.
Open here I flung the shutter, when (my heart went all a-flutter)
In there stepped a stately Swabbie with a face beyond compare
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, like such a gallant matey, perched behind my barrel chair,
Perched upon the minibar I stored behind my barrel chair:
Perched, and smiled, and touched my hair.
Then this strapping man beguiling my coy fancy into smiling
By the winking, suave decorum of his countenance so fair,?
"Could thy name be Sam? Or Bobby? Thou," I said, "art sure not snobby,
Smartly sashed and grinning Swabbie wand'ring in with so much flair:
Tell me what thy given name is with thy sweet, distinctive flair!"
Quoth he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
Ah, the Swabbie, sitting neatly on my minibar, spoke sweetly
That one phrase, as if his soul in those five words he gave such care.
Nothing further then he uttered, not an eyelash then I fluttered,
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Join me in that hammock there.
On the morrow you will leave me; shall we sit without a care?"
Said he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
But the Swabbie still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of him and said a prayer;
Then, upon the cushion sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this bearded man so fair,
What this keen, unkempt and kindly, winking bearded man so fair
Meant in praising fresh sea air.
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the man whose sapphire eyes now burned into my bosom there;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On his jerkin's velvet lining that lay open, making bare,
But whose velvet violet lining had revealed his chest so bare
He shall smell that fresh sea air!
Then, methought, the night grew colder, making me grow bold and bolder
Driven by my need for warmth, I thought it prudent to prepare
"Ah," I cried, "did Cleaver rent thee? Or my captain, He hath sent thee?
Come on -- come on, now, and get thee in my hammock, I declare!"
Hurry, hurry up and get thee-- don't delay now, I declare!"
Quoth he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
"Swabbie!" said I, "naughty sailor! Swabbie (were you once a tailor?)
Whether Cleaver sent, or whether Cap'n sent thee, I don?t care,
Taciturn, yet never leery, on this summer night so cheery?
I shall have to ask my query -- solemn now, yes, that I swear:
Do you-- do you come here often? I won't tell, I truly swear!"
Quoth he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
"Swabbie!" said I, "little sweetie! Swabbie still, if ye be greedy!
By that Heaven that bends above us, by the Mantis, I despair!
Tell my heart with burning passion if, in some delightful fashion,
Shall we sit and have some rum and consummate this love affair?
Shall we drink, recline and smooch to start this freakin' love affair?"
Quoth he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
"Be that phrase our sign of parting, man or mouse!" I shrieked, upstarting:
"Get thee back into thy cabin! What makes you so laissez-faire?
Leave no hankie as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my maiden heart unbroken! Quit that stroking of my hair!
Take thy hook from out my heart, and take thy hand from off my hair!"
Quoth he, "Ah, the fresh sea air!"
And the Swabbie, always smiling, still is whiling, still is whiling
All his working hours away just sitting by my barrel chair;
And his eyes have all the twinkle of a girl who has to tinkle,
And the lamp-light o'er him sprinkles moonbeams past my hammock there:
And my soul from out that shadow dreaming in that hammock there,
Dreaming of the fresh sea air!
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| Match 232 |
ruby_spoon |
Talisker
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Robert Browning's The Lost Mistress
The Lost Island
Blockade's all done: do I feel bitter
As my parley post implies?
Hark, hear the victors titter
About our glum replies!
And the layout of the isle's so pretty,
I noticed that, to-day;
New shoppes are coming, more's the pity
-They want the full array.
To-morrow we dock the same as usual?
Perhaps we'll spend some time ashore?
Mere guests are we, and many crews'll
Pass through that inn's door.
For each sip of the rum so smooth and sweet,
Makes our games of Hearts seem clever,?
And, oh! may Sheepish Betsy's bleat
Echo in my ears for ever!
Yet I will but say what vis'tors say,
Or only a thought stronger;
I will dock my ship but as long as all may,
Or so very little longer!
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Robert Burns' To a Louse
To My Love
Ha! Where ya goin', ye prancin' girlie?
Yer outfit it flounces, but surely
Ye are nae used to somethin' pearly
With gauze and lace!
And yer hair! It's all done up curly
Around yer face.
When I last saw ye, ye seemed thinner,
And were called pillager and sinner.
Yet there you go to some fine dinner
Dressed like a lady?
Perhaps yer goin' just to skin her,
Or somethin' shady.
At the window I sat for peering.
And to the cupboard ye were steering,
It was nae as bad as I was fearing
You swiped the cutl'ry!
Yer most uncommon mode of gearing
Was for piracy!
My heart aflutter, my head grew light.
Ye kicked yer heels and ran out of sight,
Down to the alley and hung a right.
In a cart behind
I was following with all my might,
And my heart and mind.
I cornered ye and grabbed and kissed ye,
And Fortune smiled, yer knife had missed me.
Then to the port and on a tryst we
Sailed for fairer shores.
Rememb'ring back, my eyes get misty,
And my heart was yours.
Our hearts were fill'd with pow'rful feelin'.
Our holds were fill'd by often stealin'.
Our enemies were set to kneelin'
By our flashing blades.
We cert'nly set the seas to reelin'
With our escapades.
Soon the adventure began to sour
We argued through each waking hour.
Ye yelled and then fled from the bower
Taking all my knives!
Ye took it all and with a glower
Vanished from my life.
O! would some Power give us the gift
To see through each other's shady shifts.
So that before giving them lifts
We'd be made aware
Of rude lasses who'd leave us adrift
With no silverware!
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| Match 233 |
Gloraelin |
Sharrac
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Anonymous' A Lyke-Wake Dirge
Unnamed Plea
I
THIS wondr'us time, this wondr'us time,
--Every day and every night,
Song and dance and poem-rhyme,
And thy eyes so bright.
II
When thee com'st back to me,
--Every day and every night,
To my cottage I summon thee:
And thy eyes so bright.
III
If sword or ship ever thou gavest
--Every day and every night,
Take them back, thou the palest,
And thy eyes so bright.
IV
If thou gav'st ever sword or ship nane
--Every day and every night,
Break thy lover's heart, be'st my bane;
And thy eyes so bright.
V
From my cottage if thou leave,
--Every day and every night,
Goest to the navy, I fear and grieve;
And thy eyes so bright.
VI
From the navy if thou leave,
--Every day and every night,
Goest ye to thy death, I fear and grieve;
And thy eyes so bright.
VII
If shop or cloth ever thou gav'st to me,
--Every day and every night,
Throw them not away to the sea;
And thy eyes so bright.
VIII
If gav'st thou shop or cloth always nane
--Every day and every night,
Shrivel thy love, be'st my bane
And thy eyes so bright.
IX
This wondr'us time, this wondr'us time,
--Every day and every night,
Song and dance and poem-rhyme,
And thy eyes so bright.
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Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee
Unshaven Lee
It was many a lonely year ago,
In a cutter on the sea,
That a pirate once sailed that you may know
By the name of Unshaven Lee;
And this pirate he lived with no other thought
Than to sail and be loved by me.
Oh he was a strong and silent rake,
In this cutter on the sea,
But no words could have voiced our unspeakable love,
I and my Unshaven Lee;
'Twas a love that the crew belowdecks and above
Coveted him and me.
And they were the reason that, long ago,
In this cutter on the sea,
The Captain did call for more crewmates, firing
My beautiful Unshaven Lee;
Plunging him into the rushing waves
That bore him away from me,
To hell or to heaven or blackness of death,
Beneath that rolling sea.
The crewmates, not half so skilled at the sail,
They envied him and me.
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this crew that sails the sea)
That the officers came from their docks and their shoppes,
Conspiring and firing my Unshaven Lee.
But his love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we;
And neither my Captain who kills with a thought,
Nor my crewmates who take to the sea,
Can ever un-make the white name and white soul
Of the beautiful Unshaven Lee:
For the waves with their foam tell me where he might roam,
My beautiful Unshaven Lee,
And the stars in the skies guide my unfailing eyes
To the beautiful Unshaven Lee;
And one day the tide will put me by the side
Of my darling, my love - one day I'll be his bride
At the end of the coal-dark sea;
In his home beyond the sea.
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| Match 234 |
Wmcduff |
StKittsSam
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William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
Sonnet YPP
On Puzzle Pirates, I've oft clicked the sun
Can't see through water down to the sea bed:
The pieces move each time I try to gun;
When I carpent, hammer ne'er hits nailhead.
Navigation stars do wheel, day and night,
A switch makes water vanish where it leaks;
Air fills my sails just if the pattern's white
Broke brigands? I have never seen such sneaks.
I've never bled, nor have I harmed a foe
Though hit the rocks, I've never run aground:
Who places those point flags I do not know, ?
Or why blockade would have both break and round:
And yet, this pirate life, I do declare;
I love, and won't with real life compare.
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Christopher Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
A Pirate Lass Replies to Her Passionate Shepherd
No lad, I will not live with you,
Despite your vain attempts to woo
With offers of the mountains and
the valleys that are found on land.
Your head, I fear, is full of rocks.
One pig and sheep don't count as "flocks."
And rivers don't permit the draft
Required by my watercraft.
No need to fetch me old man's beard,
Some merchant ships I've commandeered.
The navy has not caught them yet,
And thus my herb supplies are met.
And gowns of wool, I'm sad to say,
Will likely just get in my way.
The brigand's gold will sail right past
If I can't climb the rigging fast.
And coral doesn't seem quite right
When dried and bleached a sickly white
Do you not see how each tide brings
A freedom borne on sailcloth wings?
In truth, your offer's well and good,
But wind and sails are in my blood.
And that is why you won't win me:
My heart is promised to the sea.
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Lulunz |
Nartie
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Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Lady of Shalott
The Pirate of Mirage
PART I
On either side the harbour lie
Long streets of tailors calling "aye,
We'll clothe all Caravanserai";
And past the isle the sloops sail by
To many-palm'ed Ancoragg';
And up and down the pirates go,
Gazing where the cowslips blow
Round the island to and fro,
The island of Mirage.
Four brown walls, and four flag towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
Even though it never showers
Even down in Ancoragg'.
But who hath seen him lift his knee?
Or from the casement seen him pee?
Or is he known in all the sea,
The Pirate of Mirage?
Only bilgers, bilging early
Swigging on fermented barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the island winding clearly,
Down to southern Ancoragg':
And by day the sailor weary,
Winding lines in breezes airy,
Listening, whispers "Tis the hairy
Pirate of Mirage".
PART II
There he labours all the year
On spicy brews with bubbles clear.
He has heard a whisper near,
A curse is on him if he steer
A sail down to Ancoragg'.
He knows not what the curse may be,
And so distilleth steadily,
And little other care hath he,
The Pirate of Mirage.
And moving thro' a mirror smeared
That hangs above his mug of beer,
Ripples of the world appear.
There he sees the ocean near
Reaching down to Ancoragg':
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The sloops come sailing two and two:
He hath no loyal hearty true,
The Pirate of Mirage.
But in his rum he still delights
To brew and watch the mirror's sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A tall black ship, with flags and fights,
And skellies, went to Ancoragg':
Or when the sun was overhead,
Came two young pirates lately wed;
'I am half sick of greenies,' said
The Pirate of Mirage.
PART III
A ball-shot from the weaveries,
She sailed long-side the piggeries,
The sun came dazzling off the leaves,
And flamed upon her bodice sleeves
And low decolletage.
And from her purple bodice slung
A well-used silver dagger hung,
And as she sailed her earrings rung,
Around remote Mirage.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone her scabbard-leather,
The muffin hat and muffin feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As she sailed out to Ancoragg'.
From the dock out on the ocean
She flash'd without a whisking potion,
"Yo ho ho ho," by the ocean
Sang her entourage.
He left the rum, he left the still,
He quit the puzzle, dropped in skill,
He saw a tall brig's sails fill,
He saw the muffin hat and frill,
He look'd out t'wards Ancoragg'.
The brew was booched, the spices fried;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
'The curse is come upon me!' cried
The Pirate of Mirage.
PART IV
Left he, clothed in rags of white -
Almost dusted from his plight -
The spray upon him falling light;
On the breeze and past the bight,
He sailed out t'wards Ancoragg':
And as the boat-head wound along
The golden isles and rocks among,
They heard him singing his last song,
The Pirate of Mirage.
Heard a shanty, melancholy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till his blood was frozen slowly,
Dark and thick like guacamole,
Ere he ported Ancoragg';
Out upon the wharfs they came,
King and pirate, tart and dame,
And round the bow they read his name,
The Pirate of Mirage.
Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
They nearly wet themselves for fear,
All the salts of Ancoragg':
But Jasandrea mused a space;
She said, "He has a comely face;
Poseidon's mercy lend him grace,
The Pirate of Mirage."
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Walter De La Mare's The Listeners
A Pirate's Love For Battle
'IS there anybody there?' grinned the pirate,
Ord'ring his guns to blaze out;
And his crew in the silence filled the cannons
And turned the ship about.
And he plotted a course of action,
Around the ship he breezed:
And he fired upon the sloop again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he teazed.
But no one replied to the pirate;
No witty riposte to his /tell
Arrived to inspire his grey eyes,
Where he stood expectant and still.
But only a host of silent enemy
That dwelt in the rival ship
Stood listening in the thunder of the battle
To that voice from the cannon's lip:
Stood thronging the far deck on the dark sea,
That only the bravest haunt,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the pillaging pirate's taunt.
And he felt in his heart their defiance,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his heart raced quicker, the ships closed,
'Neath the thund'rous and cloudy sky;
For he suddenly swerved his ship, even
Closer, and threw his rope to board:-
'Avast! Take no quarter!' the pirate cried,
Whilst brandishing his sword.
Never the least sound made the enemy,
Though every one did strive
To overcome our pirate's keeness but fell one by one
'Till only one man left alive:
Ay, his heart soared with joy for the booty,
For the victor a joyful drink,
And his ship surged gleefully onward,
In search of other foes to sink.
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Clement Clarke Moore's A Visit from St. Nicholas
Twas noon on a Saturday
'Twas noon on a Saturday, when all through the sea
Not a ship was out pillaging, at least no briggies;
The frigates were ported but ready to sail,
In hopes that their navvers soon would prevail;
The jobbers were gathered in droves at the landing
With visions of peglegs from all the sinkings;
And mamma in her corset, and I in my coat,
Had just jumped aboard a Looterati boat,
When out on crew chat there arose such a clatter,
I paused my puzzle to see what was the matter.
I went to the chatlog and read all the shouts,
Looked up at the minimap and scrolled all about.
At first I saw nothing, no cause for distress,
So I checked out the safe zone far to the northwest.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Five new frigs on the board, a force to be feared,
With five famous drivers (not to stroke their egos),
I knew in a moment it must be Fandango.
More rapid than dolphins their navvers they came,
And we cursed, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now Whitefire! Now Looseweed! Now Jacktheblack too!
Now Dubbrub and Piplicus round out the crew!
To the winds, we must sail! into the whirlpools!
Now sail away quickly! away from those fools!"
Those mates use no strategy or try to outwit,
When met with an obstacle, blast it to bits!
So into the cluster of flags their ships sailed,
With their cannons all loaded and holds fully bailed.
And then, in an instant, we heard to the north
The deafening thunder of guns blazing forth.
As we let out our sails, and were turning around,
From behind the rock pile Looseweed came with a bound.
His ship decked in black from the stern to the stem
And the hull stained with blood of less fortunate men,
He spotted our ship and he quickly gave chase,
He came in so close, I remember his face.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his grin oh so greevil!
The intent in that look, it was simply medieval!
His skin was all calloused and rough like a troll's
And the dreads on his head were as black as charcoal;
The stub of a joint he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He was sunburned and scarred, a cutthroat pirate,
And we knew that our ship would receive no respite,
A wink of his eye and a twist of head,
Soon gave us to know we had plenty to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the wheel;
He showed us his broadside and launched deadly steel;
Our ship turned too slowly, he blasted our flank,
Eight fresh holes in our hull, to the bottom we sank;
I clung to some driftwood and washed ashore,
Thus came a quick end to my role in the war.
More such tales I could tell you, but this I must say,
"Keep your rum and your women, I love a good blockade!"
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Christopher Marlowe, Sir Walter Raleigh 's The Passionate Sailor to His Love, and Her Reply
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The Passionate Sailor to His Love
Come sail with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That gold and rubies, swords and shields,
Or waves or distant seaport yields.
And we will fly upon the sea,
And watch the gulls search out the lee
Of yonder rocks, near which we'll hear
The mermaids sing Chanson de la Mer.
And I will find a fancy bed
And softest pillows for thy head;
A Tudor bodice, and a laurel,
Embellish'd all with precious coral.
A gown made of the darkest jet
Which from the Kraken's heart we get;
And fancy boots, in leather sweet
With golden trimmings grace thy feet.
A captain's coat shall keep you warm,
And seashell beads your neck adorn;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come sail with me and be my Love.
The dolphins on the waves shall dance
For thy delight in ev'ry glance:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then sail with me and be my Love.
Her Reply
If all the sea and love were young,
And truth in every sailor's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To sail with thee and be thy Love.
But Season changes calm to storm;
When waves will rage and hulls are torn;
And once belov'd becomes a trial;
Then grimace takes the place of smile.
Seashells do break, and valiant shield
Eventually to sword will yield:
A handsome face, an empty skull,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy boots, thy fancy bed,
Thy bodice, and laurel on thy head,
Soon age, soon fade -- soon are dusted,
Leather cracks and sword is rusted.
Thy captain's coat with clasps of gold,
Supposed to save me from the cold, --
All these in me no means can move
To sail with thee and be thy Love.
But could subscription never lapse,
Had I no cost for Midnight's maps,
Then these delights my mind might move
To sail with thee and be thy Love.
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