Seafaring Ships

Lost Treasure found ...

As Winter settles in and Skies are tossed around with  

Licorice clouds... we imagine that we were captured 

by Pirates searching for Gold... 

The Masts are tied down...  and we are Dreamers... 

The Captain drinks Rum and rants and raves as an Island  

appears out of Nowhere with Palm trees and Coconuts... 

and Mango trees in the Breeze... 

Going to the Seven Seas under the Flag of 

Skull and Cross Bones... 

Ahoy Mate... Me hear the Song of Tahitian Maidens... 

Drop the Anchor... 

 

  

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The captain drinks rum? There's no telling what harbor that ship is going to sail into. Once upon a time in real history, every sailor was allotted a certain amount of rum as part of his pay. I'd venture that made for some more than interesting voyages. The rum ration on board Royal Navy ships of the line was not abolished until 1970. Those Tahitian maidens sound fascinating. Nicely wrought poem. F.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rum_ration#See_also

[Fabian G. Franklin]

If you were a teetotaler (a non-drinker) you could opt to get three pence a day instead. Most sailors took the rum. (laughing)

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

This poem creates a sense of adventure and excitement, using the imagery of pirates, islands, and the open sea to capture the reader's imagination. The lines "Winter settles in and Skies are tossed around with / Licorice clouds... we imagine that we were captured / by Pirates searching for Gold" create a sense of danger and intrigue, inviting the reader to imagine themselves in the midst of a thrilling adventure.

The poem also touches on the theme of dreaming and imagination, using the imagery of masts tied down and the captain drinking rum to create a sense of fantasy and escape. The line "and we are Dreamers" highlights the ways in which the natural world can inspire and uplift us, encouraging us to explore new horizons and embrace the unknown.

Finally, the poem celebrates the beauty and wonder of the natural world, using the imagery of palm trees, coconuts, and mango trees to create a sense of warmth and abundance. The line "and Mango trees in the Breeze..." captures the magic and mystery of the island landscape, inviting the reader to experience its beauty and wonder for themselves.

Overall, this is a fun and exciting poem that celebrates the power of imagination, the beauty of the natural world, and the thrill of adventure.

[Nima.Hope]

My father's uncle used to work on a ship and he told me lots of his memories on travelling in the sea.....
Nicely written dear Pat.
How are you doing? I missed you my friend

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, Nima.Hope... the Sea has many Stormy Tales. I love to hear about your Father's Uncle and his travels. Roger and I love to watch old Pirate Movies and seafaring tales. Thanks for your sweet and charming review. gently, Pat

[Nima.Hope]

Yes, my father's childhood was spent beside the Caspian sea and Hircani Jungles,that's where my father's family live... Well,that uncle died when I was 13, so I heard he saw Russian Ships in Caspian Sea in World war 2. This was his most exciting memory.
I wish you and Mr Roger all the very best.
Regards

[andrew mitchell]

I love those old sailing ships with cannons and many sails ever since Errol Flynn did those swashbuckling movies Captain Blood. Everybodys boyhood dreams.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew… I am not at all surprised that you dreamed as a young Boy to be a swashbuckling Pirate on the High Seas. We love to watch the Errol Flynn Pirate Movies. So Charming to read your Review. Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Aye! Lassie! Land ahoy!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You may sail with pirates, but the booty is your poem. It's a treasure chest of gold, each word a happy trinket.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Linda Marie… such a charming Review… You are a Treasure …. Pat

[Pete]

a playful, creative write. love those licorice clouds. x marks the spot. avast, just don't make me walk the plank. aye aye pat ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… thanks for your treasured review… we love 💗 to watch all the old Pirate movies… we have to be prepared for Politics in the present times… as our leaders forget they represent us and throw our money around heater skelter. Keep the Faith, tenderly, Pat

[Pete]

political booty. at least we can have hope chests.
you're very welcome ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... there is a Devil for certain who knows how to plant plant seeds of Evil... however, there is the force of Good that plants roots that grow deeper... with faith, hope and charity. gently, Pat

[Relic]

Those swashbucklers were fun to watch on TV growing up. Always adventurous, always looking for the treasure, they seemed to enjoy every minute of their sea sailing. It's funny that whenever I think of pirates, I always see the sun shining on some island.

Wonderful poem, Patricia. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Relic… you have added Swashbucklers to my Poem.. and now I can sleep in the Sun while the Pirate looks for Gold as the Haitian Dancers sing 🎶 my Poetry. Thank you..Pat

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Your imagination has taken you on a flight of fantasy here, Patricia. It made me think of all the pirate films I have enjoyed from the Golden Years of Hollywood. I like the idea of Licorice clouds.....a clever description and a tasty one as well!

I enjoyed your seafaring journey today.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley…. My daughter and her family are in the Bahamas until Sunday. I have my own way of enjoying the Sun and Ocean. Thanks for stopping by for a tropical picture of friendship and keep on Sailing. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley.. I love your comment about the Licorice clouds. Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Ahoy there . make my rum hot butter with cider :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Cherry… hot Rum with Butter… is delicious after being out in the Cold… lovely to drink
By a Fire. Thanks for stopping by. Hugs, Pat

[willweb]

That was a fun voyage and a poetic adventure that makes me wonder who has the map and where exactly is the X located. Really fun to read. I enjoyed this.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Willweb… It is an imaginary place that probably does exist… thanks for reading… tenderly, Pat