Call of the Sea
Quell your mutinous thoughts
Arrhh me hearties
Beware the dread pirates
Careful me lads
Death follows the call
Ease yourself quietly, off’a the beaches
For if they spy you
God awaits you all
Heave up your anchors, slip into the evenin’
Into the darkness, where safety awaits
Just keep a good eye upon the horizon
Keep good your vigil, make no mistakes.
Left are you sweethearts
Mothers and children
Next time you see ‘em, give ‘em all your love
Oceans are deep, and damn’d unforgivin’
Precious the time when you’re back in the cove
Queens and Kings don’t care for their subjects
Riches and glory are all they desire
Serfs and sailors are bound to their duty
Till coffers are full, the binds remain tied
Usurp the bastards, let’s cry ‘revolution’
Voice your objection to King and to crown
We all want our freedom let’s put out the call
Xeniality to all who will follow us down
Yet from the distance, we see the guns flashin’
Zealots and patriots for King and for crown
Author's note:
Well there was my attempt at the alphabet challenge. I am reasonably happy with the rhythm. Xeniality was a stretch though.
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Phil Flannery
Damn it, I'm 61 now, which means I'm into my fourth year on Vocal, I have an interesting collection of stories. I love the Challenges and enter, when I can, but this has become a lovely hobby.
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Comments (9)
I love it when I don't know that it is an abecedarian until the end! Great! Thank you!❤️
X was always cumbersome, I tried a few! But I thought this was great.
Let’s engage with each other
I love this pirate poem! I’ve only met Abecedarian poetry, but this is such a fun ballad! “Arrhh me hearties Beware the dread pirates Careful me lads Death follows the call Ease yourself quietly, off’a the beaches For if they spy you God awaits you all.” Some Library Self Loan Stations have commands in various languages… Pirate is an all time favourite of children and youths!
OHHHH! I love me some pirates, the rascals of the sea. It's poetry, you can use fake words and stretch em and shorten em. Ahoy me matey, this was really piratically great.
Wonderfully done, Phil!
Shh! Xeniality was a triumph! 😁
loved the feel of the sea and the story!!!
Very good effort. It was fun to read too. Fair winds!