Quotes about pirate, page 14
The Happy Isles
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles
And the ocean loves to wander.
Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills,
Proudly the fig rejoices,
Merrily dance the virgin rills,
Blending their myriad voices.
Our herds shall suffer no evil there,
But peacefully feed and rest them;
Never thereto shall prowling bear
Or serpent come to molest them.
Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold,
Nor feverish drought distress us,
But he that compasseth heat and cold
Shall temper them both to bless us.
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poem by Eugene Field
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The Avocado Mutiny
I'll tell you a little secret
Girls don't usually tell
Childhood days I can't forget
When I was eight, oh well.
We were a group of five kids
Around the country neighborhood.
A lot of naughty things we did,
They were not really very good.
We'd climb the avocado trees
Pretend we were some pirate.
We'd swing each branch with naval ease,
And give a shout 'Hi Ho there Mate! '
I was their Missy Captain
Who steered the verdant ship.
We'd fight the foe with broken canes,
Who'd dare to cross my helmsmanship.
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The "happy isles" of horace
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,
And the ocean loves to wander.
Fragrant the vines that mantle those hills,
Proudly the fig rejoices;
Merrily dance the virgin rills,
Blending their myriad voices.
Our herds shall fear no evil there,
But peacefully feed and rest them;
Neither shall serpent nor prowling bear
Ever come there to molest them.
Neither shall Eurus, wanton bold,
Nor feverish drouth distress us,
But he that compasseth heat and cold
Shall temper them both to bless us.
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poem by Eugene Field
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A Carol
Our Lord Who did the Ox command
To kneel to Judah's King,
He binds His frost upon the land
To ripen it for Spring --
To ripen it for Spring, good sirs,
According to His Word.
Which well must be as ye can see --
And who shall judge the Lord?
When we poor fenmen skate the ice
Or shiver on the wold,
We hear the cry of a single tree
That breaks her heart in the cold --
That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs,
And rendeth by the board.
Which well must be as ye can see --
And who shall judge the Lord?
Her wood is crazed and little worth
Excepting as to burn,
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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I Must Be Patient
Nothing in the wind except aborted angels
Do you rock to the stiff night?
Have you felt the illegal topaz stars
Strippers are like bending guitar strings
I want one that goes to church
That reads Shakespeare
That wears garter belts
That sails for ideals frustrated as Monroe
She has been abused
Behind the pirate tattoos I can be gentle
Her toes curl like a bad girl
We are roses in the forest
We are blessed rain
Love comes like a mirror
Love raises joy and sorrow
Preach to me with your smile
Make up hides tears
Has the city sucked your thighs
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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Whose Dream Is This Anyway?
Every day I walk the plank of this pirate ship
and hear voices saying
'Just keep going, take the risk.'
Risk? There is no risk on ships
with planks out over the sea.
What you have there is death and certainty.
'Other voices say, 'What are you doing?
Come back off that plank! '
I say 'Sure.
If I do, the pirates will simply
take their swords and run me through;
saber-death or drown in the sea
look to be the choices for me.
except:
I could get to the edge of the plank
open my wings and soar
leaving them all behind in astonishment.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Fresh Targets
In these days and times...
It is difficult to leave confrontational people,
Alone!
And/or behind.
They seem to want to follow a process,
Of pursuing conflict to address their illnesses.
One has to strategically avoid them.
Sometimes at one's own risk.
Even if it means to be recognized...
After perfecting an assortment of disguises.
They seem to just know how to solicit,
Those they wish to identify as fresh targets!
'Oh!
I didn't know that was you.
Didn't you say you would be home at 2?
I thought that was you earlier passing by too!
What are you trying to do...
Fool me with another disguise?
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington Crossing The Delaware At The Museum Of Modern Art
Now that our hero has come back to us
in his white pants and we know his nose
trembling like a flag under fire,
we see the calm cold river is supporting
our forces, the beautiful history.
To be more revolutionary than a nun
is our desire, to be secular and intimate
as, when sighting a redcoat, you smile
and pull the trigger. Anxieties
and animosities, flaming and feeding
on theoretical considerations and
the jealous spiritualities of the abstract
the robot? they're smoke, billows above
the physical event. They have burned up.
See how free we are! as a nation of persons.
Dear father of our country, so alive
you must have lied incessantly to be
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poem by Frank O'Hara
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The Stone Fleet
I have a feeling for those ships,
Each worn and ancient one,
With great bluff bows, and broad in the beam:
Ay, it was unkindly done.
But so they serve the Obsolete-
Even so, Stone Fleet!
You'll say I'm doting; do but think
I scudded round the Horn in one-
The Tenedos, a glorious
Good old craft as ever run-
Sunk (how all unmeet!)
With the Old Stone Fleet.
An India ship of fame was she,
Spices and shawls and fans she bore;
A whaler when her wrinkles came-
Turned off! till, spent and poor,
Her bones were sold (escheat)!
Ah! Stone Fleet.
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poem by Herman Melville
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My pet 'Marco' I am writing this from the paradise like Disneyland
Once upon a time in the upperkindergarten
On a See-Saw,
I rode up and down and saw the Rolled Gold World.
Now I am near by the door step of the darkest tunnel,
Again I go up so high in this fantasy World.
This's really an Utopian dream.
On the pontoon along the Grizzly river dragged me to my bygone voyages.
Some portraits of Pirate's Lair on Tom Sawyer island resembled my deadly poisonous relatives here,
Ride on the train from the station called 'Main street U.S.A to Tomorrow' the best journey I ever had in my lifetime.
On the way I saw Mickey's Toontown, Fantasyland, Adventureland and when I got down from the station Tomorrow I found a tear dropp in my eye as I know that I have to face reality onwards.
When the miraculous fireworks began in the nightsky I saw the Angels with a smile and I secretly checked my loose-leaf Passport,
Oh! The validity already expired I have noticed.
At last the Electrical parade pageant impressed me 'Life is a beautiful journey and be happy! '
*Marco; My deceased pet dog and one and only son.[In the Mickey's Toontown I thought of you my dearest son! ]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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