Captain Cur

Gold Star - 5,182 Points (Born Late 1600's Date of Death Unknown / England)

Spectral Verses, I, The Twilight And The Gloom - Poem by Captain Cur

What fair voice calls my name as I loiter in the grave
a poet now besieged with ignoble repartee,
death is just a misty cloud that hides the quilted waves
patterns of the fickle tides that charge then run away.
In my youth I sang great chants, my verse would never sway
banished from my native soil I sailed to war with fate,
hearing echoes from my past I fought in unknown bays
hoping for a hero's death my sins to mitigate.
Alas! No peace, no resting place, unsettling as the moon
where my spirit walks between the twilight and the gloom.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A most valued pirate and I
were discussing Lord Byron
and this poem was composed.
I was encouraged to share it.

Comments about Spectral Verses, I, The Twilight And The Gloom by Captain Cur

  • Unwritten Soul (4/19/2013 4:58:00 AM)

    Like a sword this poem is, it strong, and sharp...sharper when somebody know how to keep it right...and you keep it better with words you made it stronger..amazing my captain_Soul (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (4/14/2013 11:51:00 AM)

    Hope you find your peace CC - excellent write. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/14/2013 2:21:00 AM)

    A new kind of terror...the most wanted and longed for, which people don't escape rather seek for it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (4/13/2013 12:38:00 AM)

    It's a daunting task to emulate a famous poet, but Captain Cur has the spirit and skill to attempt it and succeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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