Okay this my new poem inspired by the movie Pirates of Caribbean and an incidence in my life. It is a matter where i tell you picture Captain Jack Sparrow as the man writing and writing this to her run-a-way damsel. It is one of my best poems i have written this year and it was really fun writing it.I hope you'll enjoy it.



NAME: Sail Away Ye Ol' Lover

Hearken t' me plea me fair beauty
I 'ave given ye me heart each time th' yellow sun rises
I 'ave ignored me mateys advice t' keep away from ye
'cause ye wonder in me mind than a cap'n lost at sea
Now no rum can quench th' pain o' ye ignorin' me
No wenches or bootey can feel th' void ye create in me
Let me ask ye, do ye find pleasure in me torture?
So sail away ye ol lover lest I drown 'n die in these waters

I loved it when I watched ye from a distance
Fer me feelin's towards ye were safely concealed
But ye said ye 'ave had yer spyglass upon me too
That from a distance ye were afeared ye were fallin' fer me
I sailed t' yer shore scourin' fer ye t' stretch ye me hand
Canât ye see I care nah fer me treasures but fer yer heart?
'tis harsh upon me t' pretend everyday that donât care about ye
Afore ye sink this galleon o' mine, sail away ye ol lover o' mine

How can ye be so beautiful yet so blind me ole lover?
How can ye pay attention yet nah hear a single word I speak?
'tis yer beautiful pebble colored eyes that I wants t' look into
'tis yer fair silk skin that I wants t' feel against mine
But Iâm jus' a smelly pirate wit' his rotten heart in jar
Always scourin' th' faces o' th' sea lookin' fer pleasures
Instead o' skewerin' me wit' yer frosted love
Bid me good-morrow 'n sail away ye ol lover

Okay a friend of mine wrote a poem that really caught my eyes and i thought it would be awesome if i post it here on my blog and share it with the world...i did not catch its title but at least i have its body...i hope you see between the lines and discover the same beauty that i saw in it too. At times like i do say, poetry speaks my mind better than i express myself in any other means. Cheers.

Courtesy of Maroa Range...

The earth is stained with human anguish,
By such infamous deeds we can’t dismiss,
Why should we all die in terrible torment,
Or be stuck down at any unjust moment.

With our beautiful cities laid waste in ashes,
When the army’s of the powers embrace in clashes,
While the horn of the oppressor is blown,
And the seeds of destruction are sown.

It is for the eyes of the world to find every fault,
And to correct them before our civilization is naught,
What good is it to say that victory was mine,
When in doing so I severed every family line.

Blacks and whites and all shades between,
Know we’re heading for more conflicts then there’s ever been,
And how will we receive Christ when he returns to earth again,
Will he be nailed to a cross once more by us.
ARE WE INSANE

I definitely had to share this. It is a poem about poetry from one of the writers I always admire most in Writers Cafe. When I came across this, I felt overwhelmed by its beauty embossed behind simplicity. It is one of those poems that you really don't have to struggle to understand but at the same time, they seem so complicated to be classified as just a simple poem. It truly defines to its tiny bit how poets view poems and I could not help but share this with the world. Nice work Whiskurz and thank you for letting me expose such beauty to the world. For the rest enjoy and feel free to view more of Whiskurz poems at http://www.writerscafe.org/Larry%20B

Name: Never Ending Need
Poet: Whiskurz

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is a tear before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is a memory cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need