In the dark of night, betrayed by a compass’s trust, which lead us
To our unique position,revealed now by, the Northern Lights
The decks glisten and sway, to the dance of those swirling lights
The Old salts are being defeated by,the fresh water spray, it keeps mounting
Continually weighing her body down
As we pass through the narrow straights, the Old Salts stand frozen and silent
At the appearance of those brilliant white monsters, as they come into view
They are floating near and ever so dangerously close
They lay in wait to devour our cherished vessel and our meaningless bodies
Our soul’s quiver and shake, as they continually approach our lady
For we know what lies beneath the turquoise blue calm
The Blazing midnight sands and the cold grasping fingers
of Davy Jones’ hands
The monsters come upon her sides; our fair lady she screams in utter pain
Tears of fear, mount upon our cheeks
They cease their advancement and crush us not, they stand ever so still
as if they mean to say, you all belong to us now
We await our fate, the torment is spine chilling, the stern, it is continually shaking
we await the bows breaking
They stand and stand, knowing our lives flash scenes of our misadventures
Memories of the high and favorable seas, booty’s won and then lost
The tan tight bodies of island girls
O’ Neptune, crush us not, for we are but mere fleas upon your back
We have no teeth and cause you no itch
Please O’ King of the Seas, release our fair lady
Let her proceed to dance on your tempered waves
She was deceived, tricked, and betrayed incoming here to your sanctuary
Dear King, send us an easterly wind down
Dispense these here mountains, of crystal blue, top with brilliant white
Release her please! O’ King of the Seas
Let her sail on, keep us if you must, as payment in full
And yet they stand frozen in time
Captives
I got sea sick reading this! The title grabbed me.
Wow (spell check on the bar has a check mark then ABC)
The spelling inconsistances kind of give flavor to this.
Now I will ask the question,”Have you been at sea in a storm?”SinBad you Poet.
In ink,
Jolly Dabber
ps there may still be a pirate translator in the formate I would like to read it like that as well.
I got sea sick reading this! The title grabbed me.
Wow (spell check on the bar has a check mark then ABC)
The spelling inconsistances kind of give flavor to this.
Now I will ask the question,”Have you been at sea in a storm?”SinBad you Poet.
In ink,
Jolly Dabber
ps there may still be a pirate translator in the formate I would like to read it like that as well.
WOW…like a captivating
WOW…like a captivating short story. Felt like I was there! Enjoyed the read.
dbrock/donna
Thanx you Donna
Glad you enjoyed it I been trying to catch up on all the replys But in my rush to post when I first came here I didn’t quite catch on as how things were set up and how easy it is to reply Guess I needed to be stroked as the others say since I just came from Poetry.com to this site an Im glad I found it although I do miss all those editor choice awards coming in the mail but I can always go back there when I need a Good stroking See ya around I would use the Live chat but I cant seem to get sign on for some reason
Donnie/Sinbad
Only five or six good ones and a really scary on one the Lake Mi
Have some sea life not much most is just make believe but I draw form past life expireances in my dreams
Chilling
These lines sent chills up my spine:-
Sultry midnight sands and the cold grasping fingers of Davey Jones’ hands
The monsters come upon her sides; our fair Lady; she screams in utter pain
Our tears mount upon our cheeks
They cease their advancement and stand ever so still
I also really like the closing lines.This quite an epic tale you have written here. Well done.
Kaz
It’s impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
Wow! This really grabbed me.
I am a surfer, not a sailor, but know the deep respect the ocean commands its awesome power. This poem has the feel of the classics and the humility of those who have faced those elements. Can’t help wondering why the Ocean is “she” but Davy Jones is “he”. She the archetypal maiden/mother/hag, he the warrior destroyer? Are you a closet feminist? 8)
Great to see the growth in your poetry, look forward to much more.
cheers,
Jess
grew up in boats
“lived” in a canoe for years.
“There is no dignity in drowning,no silent succumbing to the water’s ebb and flow. It is violent, and painful, a shock to the heart. Even in death their corpses scream” from Dispatches From The Edge by Anderson Cooper (talking about Sri Lanka)
Next time I go deep sea I will be sure to check the weather (and compass) Nice writing sinbad. Took me a while to get here but once in I was kept.
Mark
A mark do you dive I'm aow night search and recovery diver mysel
f trying to get back into the beging of next spring
I lack three certs to being a master But I want to be an instructor to Hope to be able to scrape up the funds next year Donnie
Full of envy
have some exposure but could not carry a conversation. Snorkeling is really my love with diving but I have not been graced with the oppertunity for either in years. I miss the fishing too it has become so expensive and fish are becomming a rare species in this neighborhood. Hope you can do the scraping and be a lucky man Donnie !
Mark
Thanx
Yea sucba was a love of mine but then came the woman who has inadvertly inspire my writings love the hat