Captain Cur Poems

My pirate's flag is wars invitation,
of black canine flesh and blanched human bone.
Flown on rags that defy the nations
atop weathered planks I walk alone.
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Twisted reasons
internally turn
into the logic
that imperils my thoughts,
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I went and found myself a muse
one revered in the ancient hymns,
her presence small and spirit bright.
I cannot refuse her slightest whims.
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Peripheral battle lines
are secretly drawn
resetting, directing
wine breathed pawns.
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To my Queen, my heart, love and fate resign
through fog laced English shores, I see her mighty shrine,
impressive stands in virtuous solitude;
but, to cold loveless eyes, a warm and gracious view.
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From the East and to the West the sun must surely hope
adventuring as it shines on all within its scope.
The Northern and Southern poles made plain before its eye
hanging like a burning wick that flames above the sky;
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Gran Canaria, here we rendezvous!
A yellow-green Atlantic Canary
greets us from across a toad filled lagoon;
loosely feathered, ever an island bird,
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To whom my love is pledged, should she take wing
I shall seek repose at a lake serene
with my left arm I cast the flattened stones
with my right I shoo the buzzing drones
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In this the newfound pleasure that I share
writing odes to sun, sea and wind;
dark midnight bares
where stars in their black ocean swim
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O Spirit of the Earth, where do you dwell?
For I require your deep sustenance,
within the ancient rivers of your well,
beyond your grassy highland's green expanse,
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