The poor drunken sailor

Deep as the ocean

His waves drag him down

The clouds will shelter no more

He expresses no feeling for the love that is lost

and he cannot find the shore

As mystic as starlight

He stifles a cry

The birds fly over his head

Freedom has come

Liberation at last

but he's missed it

He was lying in bed

Along came a strange girl

To the sailor she shouts 

His attentions are captured

It's all lust and raptures

and just as quick it turns about

It'll all end in trouble

Quick march on the double

He's about to throw up and pass out.

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

For some reason I smiled at the ending .. guess it's because it's an ironic ending to a possibility in place. You use words to create movement through time and emotions; the meter's a little erratic but, I really like the feeling of a shanty-esque tale written as prose poetry.

'He expresses no feeling for the love that is lost and he cannot find the shore As mystic as starlight He stifles a cry ' - there's more to that than meets the reader's eye .. could go on thinking about those lines.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well Written! Great Job!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well Written! Great Job!

[cest la vie]

Very good.. nice rhymes and the content is witty and sharp
thanks for sharing this piece..Nice :-)

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excellent