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November 22, 2009 at 2:14 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 CommentsTags: poetry, writing
It is indeed an honour to be included in such esteemed company, this small sorority of song. Comfortably gathered here beneath decks surrounded by those few things we have treasured. Who interplolates, let us drink to the end of distinctions…
between the nouns and the verbiage, the gathering, haha chuckles the old woman broods whilst knitting, we hold these truths to be self-evident
some wiggified frenchified gentleman, one moment madame, a question, to be, i think, oh damn he has lost forgotten flipping through ornate pages, afloat called cabinboys
oh we do so love us a pirate poem
we do love
to live beside the seaside
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Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum, the same bottle that frequently carries me to the furthest reaches of my distinction. Perhaps it is just the opposite. Either way, I find this one especially fascinating. I had to read it over and over, nothing to do with the rum, mind you…. 🙂
Comment by psychobillygirl— November 22, 2009 #
I could see the rowdy group, under the decks, in my mine’s eye and they were having a lot of fun and drinking rum and singing – hidee ho hum ho! The wiggified frenchified gentleman is particularly ornate though forgetful. To the podcast please.
Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— November 22, 2009 #
afloat indeed-! off with his head as they say (it bounces between….’arcs’ i would say or ‘linebreaks’
and perhaps that last thought is a flash f bravery, like who would think that just before the end, only a being in peaceful transit blah blah, truly fun while disornately wiggling out! thered be a movie of a rippling tongue while the head rolls
-ugh sorry thats too graphic, thats the thing tho, its the suggestion and how it is done so merci monsieur vous êtes brillant
Comment by tipota— November 23, 2009 #
Cheers! Oh, come all ye…
Comment by Agnes, the Kari person— November 23, 2009 #
wiggified, wiggified, bona fide, cast aside, deluding the corsairs, alongside the leeward side
Comment by screamish— November 23, 2009 #
Ay, yi, yi, on a pirate poem I’m afeared of having to walk the plank!
Slash. Any koi around these parts an artist could draw?
Comment by Aletha— November 23, 2009 #
I will drink to that.
Comment by Brad— November 23, 2009 #
Cheers to the the end of distinctions! I distinckly heard you say it
Comment by Mental Mist— November 23, 2009 #
and Happy Birthday Mr.Squires!
Comment by Mental Mist— November 23, 2009 #
The way you put your words together is like a kind of sweet voodoo n we do so love it:)
Comment by hayat— November 23, 2009 #
“wiggified frenchified gentleman” Ah how I dig this Paul!
Comment by Simonne— November 23, 2009 #
this is a total hoot! wiggification at it’s most sublime… more rum please gentlemen.
Comment by gnunn— November 25, 2009 #
ghosts don’t laugh, but. . .
Comment by rio— December 3, 2009 #