Captain Cur Poems

Lightening shears the darkened skies
exposing faceless demons
whose voices roll and echoes long
express their morbid treason
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A question forthwith has been rightly posed;
Do I taunt the matriarch English queen?
Am I a dead Captain of pirate prose?
Do I dwell in chivalrous age sixteen?
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A Pirate and a Poetess
engaged in a heated duel;
the unread pirate using wit,
maddening charm his metric tool.
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I always found our idiosyncrasies
is what makes us imperfect and human
and superior to the flawed beliefs
in perfect and exacting gods.
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I laid him down without wreath or flowers
And gave his body as the currents stream;
I said the words to our God the Father
Reuniting his spirit with the sea.
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At first sight, a gift from the light,
Tenerife peaked in snow
drifting shrouds of virginal clouds
above the island flow.
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White drifts outline each stalled and frozen wave,
the sun, glinting with unimpassioned eye
contemplating depths of these frigid graves.
Lurking below, life, never to be denied,
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On these gilded waters caged within my mind
My prayers remonstrate, pleading for a sign;
An unremarkable life is a wretched foe
The shadow of its failure creeping slow,
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These words I humbly write inspired to describe
a golden-haired goddess with blue Icelandic eyes.
Against these two colors mountainous scenes unfold
upon the farthest ledge these unsung spirit's roam.
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Containing you in words was that my goal?
Sizing you to fit what space I had to give?
Writing each small part of you
did I lose the whole?
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