Biography of Captain Cur
Captain of the Malevolent.
Does poetry more fulfill your mind?
If in thy youth were made to find
that poetry more fulfilled your mind
than machinations or the rest
consider your soul doubly blest.
But speak not matters ill of verse
recite each line, rehearse, rehearse!
Do words flow smooth like in a dream
or struggle hard to swim upstream?
If sometimes poems do seem to drown
when reading tumble to the ground
just rhyme these two words, light and bright,
and everything will be alright.
The finer themes that lift the scene
the ocean blue, the forest green
but if sensitivities lack
it's okay to compose in black.
Lets mix a cauldron full of verse
add love, a prayer, a little curse
then strip the finished product bare
with plays of Shakespeare to compare.
The sweeping rhymes that end the line
the anapests that drill to time
if these techniques you do possess
consider your soul triple blessed!
Then edit, check and check some more
for all your heart you did outpour.
Welcome to the Captain's page!
Poetry translated from his encoded diary. The spirit of Captain Cur has commissioned this translator, with the help of the Captain's impish Muse, to give good account of his writings, loves and adventures. The problem is the Muse, who calls herself, 'Baharia Msichana' which means, sailor girl, but she prefers 'Pirate Girl' insists I write her love poems, which she will not allow me to publish, or she will not help me decipher his diary. Captain Cur inhabited this sphere sometime between the mid to late 1600’s and possibly the early 1700’s. His diary was heavily damaged after the wreck of the Malevolent, his exact date of death remains unknown. Allusions to his alter ego, “the beast” is heavily layered throughout his prose. His tales of adventure appear to encompass both the real and spectral world. The Captain's spirit continues to pen in his diary and has much to say about our modern age. It's complicated, but fun. So I hope you enjoy the voyage!
- Wild Love! Dance With Severed Wings No M...
- Applaud The Spirit! This Chance Of Life ...
- Muted By The Hood Of Sweet Repentance
- Save The Princess From The Wolves! Heark...
- Till My Hot Blood Feeds The Ground
- When Love Itself Betrays
- To Love And Be Loved By You
- Life, A Coin Toss
- Is Love A Fever Or A Deadly Chill?
- The Clay That Molds Our World
- Does Poetry More Fulfill Your Mind
- Oh! England! Shall I Miss Those Brimming...
- When In Love Believed, This Love I Then ...
Captain Cur Poems
Endless Blue! Endless Sea!
Endless blue! Endless sea! Oh! Fluid pulse of eternity. Here I set my distant sight on the full moon's guiding light.
Adagio, Love Poems
Your hair draping down the side of your face established before my eyes a silhouette
Picking Daisies In The Sun, Love Poems
I tossed a love poem to the sea, I told it swim, my words, I let you free. They came to rest upon an isle's golden sand, they declared not that they were written by my hand.
That which loves unconditionally is unconditionally loved. If you believe yourself unloved you have terms and conditions.
Unsung Love, Love Poems
The joy that your heart brings to me is a simple, precious thing and has inspired me to sing to you this song.
Stealth Of Your Kiss, Love Poems
It is in what is small, what is least about you, what is recessed, what is channeled
I Will Become
Love Me for what i am not and I will become.
Lovers Bound To Lovers, Love Poems
Why do I need so much of you? What is it that I am hoping you will satisfy? Can you fill my void? Will you become my vice,
To Love And Be Loved By You
How long shall I wallow in lesser truths to mend this trembling heart, too frail to touch, my words are weak and lack a steely proof that must risk all when all is not enough.
Invasion Of The Poet Snatchers
Green liquid life blood flowing through stemmed veins memories erased reentered plant brain, cloned with the duplicity of sodded verse photosynthesized re-imagined birth.
Princess And The Commoner
A Knight was in love with a Princess; she walked with a dignified grace, she was arrayed like a perfumed flower threaded in gossamer lace.
Does Poetry More Fulfill Your Mind
If in thy youth were made to find that poetry more fulfilled your mind than machinations or the rest consider your soul doubly blest.
Odes, Tigris And Euphrates
Each thought you sound through your soft verse I replay them to my ear and each next line is to the first a melody sweet to hear
Blue Sea Whales, Portrait Poems
Deep shadow forcing rippled surface wake; defying gravity great blow ships sail, leaping open water turn sideways break, splash monolithic lunging blue sea whales.
Demon Seas, Part 1
The vomit in my stomach
rises choking my neck.
My sails are in tatters.
My ship is a wreck.
The waves rise against me,
the winds squashing my flesh.
The weight of the water is pounding,
crushing my chest.