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a day's battle
by Charlie Morgan
we're pirates, you and i, on the main
searching for the bounty, riches galore.
each day a flag of longitude, latitude
flies in our wake, a peg-leg's journey.
the Company waits patiently for dues, due.
and slowly you begin to notice, time. time
was taken from you, your caravan of dreams
and it's too late to turn back, too far.
a stunned realization; this is it, the it
of beach parties, sex, sex, and more sex;
never more will temptatiion wear veils
of confusion; moreso, the day greets you
already with a grin on his Gabby Hayes' face
the day rubs his whiskers against your belly
and all you can do is squirm, giggle and flinch
as your face is red from the game, breathless.
i flip my spurs in the betting pile; hoping
i got the winning hand, or at least a winner
to brag about, write home about, smile about.
dragging the pot, i feel the tug of heavy hearts.
a life measured in years of cave drawings in soot
to be piled on the tops of flora and fauna before;
held in time's pendular suspension of the cosmos.
stirring until a setting occurs in the batter.
05/16/2008 Posted on 05/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 05/16/08 at 08:24 PM Lots of us pirates out here - Ahoy, Matee! I, for one, cannot stop stirring... |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/17/08 at 05:39 AM Huzzah! MFS |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/18/08 at 10:31 PM Great write and let the war rage. Ah matee, the battle begins each morn and doesn't stop at night and the girl on your arm hopes also. There is another day to pick up the weapons of war, the pen that is mightier than all the swords. And though we all loose the war we may yet prevail. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/19/08 at 05:45 PM All the better, a badder batter...teheeheee. I particularly love the fifth stanza and I adore the cave drawings in soot. I have a weakness for pirates, myself. I kind of thought it was a character flaw, but maybe it's a flaw more widely shared than I realized. Really enjoyed this, Chaz! You've hoist that jolly roger a little higher with this wonderful poem. :-D Bring on some booty.... argh. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/19/08 at 07:04 PM AAAArrrghh we are the pirates of time, and although we may try to rob it blind and cheat it with a few pieces of silver in the end we all must pay our dues...perhaps though we have our own bounties buried here and there with beautiful maps drawn poetic to tell the tales, little hints of mystery for those who care to follow. Love the metaphor of time and Gabby rubbin us raw and red...feelin the whiskers a bit myself aye matey. smh. |
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