Come Young Pirates, X X, Unworthy To Be Saved Poem by Captain Cur

Come Young Pirates, X X, Unworthy To Be Saved

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From east to west waves leaping as they sped
The crags though sinking peeking up their head
Farther beaches slunk winding on their way
Taking pride at the views that they survey.
A lonely dwelling rotting on a steep
Crumbling bluffs falling homeward to the deep
Our ship a point, a piece of floating tar
A hulking beauty, rugged and thick scarred;
Not a prayer, not a blessing, while men think
We are veering off the edge of heaven's brink
Unforgiven, unworthy to be saved
Nor a sign carved to mark us in our grave,
Just a cutthroat, a pirate and a thief
Banished men that deserve no words of peace.

The ocean's voice is all we ever hear
Tumultuously ringing in our ear
Ripped like babes from our mother's birthing shores
No friends or toys, just handed splintered oars,
Young seaboys, and we learned beneath the mast,
The wind our matron, schooled by whip and lash.
Through work and pain our hearts and spirits purged;
Pasts drowned beneath an unrelenting surge.
While in our sight the crossbones flew aloft
Allegiant to a white skull's brainless corpse
And if we ever craved our mother's breast
We would voice that thought only to ourself.
First fearing the sea and its mindless reach
Its lessons hard, to many did it teach,
But then a day, as breathtaking a view
Its beauty taught and we became a crew.

The billowed sails looked lovely in the breeze
The waters pulsed, the sea appeared to breathe,
The misty air would drape us in its shroud
We'd sleep beneath the shelter of a cloud.
Colors coursed painting aspects of the sky
Interpreted differently by each eye,
Rains would dry, the rainbow spectrum bent
And cherish in our hearts its bowed ascent.
Listening deep we'd hear the ocean speak
We'd hear her laugh and then we'd hear her weep
Forever the melody of that tone
Would echo in our blood for each to own;
And when the moon was softened and subdued
The sun upon the seascapes at high noon
The compact with our passions that were made
It was she we loved, she we would obey.

Monday, January 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: pirates,sea,story,sail
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From a series of descriptive sea and adventure poems called, Come Young Pirates.
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