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Pieces of Eight
by V. Blakei write all my poems
on the bleeding edge of an afterthought,
and i'll keep doing it
until the rust settles in,
and my blade
won't
break
skin.
though i don't foresee a problem
until the day the standards
get up higher than the waterlines,
and my penchant for all things shallow
makes my pen chant lines that
can't
quite
swim.
but let's face facts.
until you stop recruiting
blind riflemen for firing squads,
my particular brand of piracy
will continue unabated, and
i'll
turn
legend. 01/29/2010 Author's Note: Poemuary entry #29.
Posted on 01/29/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/29/10 at 11:31 PM ...hey, you already are a legend, maybe in my mind...but you could kick dust-words in a beach he-mans face...i'm more wondering how you can't be a legend foreeeeever. as usual, a delightful write. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/29/10 at 11:37 PM Oh man -this piece is sick...friggin' vagabond and all that...you're turning into a corsair poet, sinking lines like ships...I love it -absolutely love it. Bastard. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/30/10 at 12:09 AM I'm adding the other comment I made to you since it fits this so well..."You've gone from Jedi poet to Corsair poet...if you roll a D8, we might be able to up your stats to a Chaotic Neutral Thief Scribe Warrior." |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/30/10 at 12:17 AM I love the way u play with ur poems!!! This is just fab, from imagery to line breaks to ur play on words and humor...u never let me down, but always surprise...thank u for that, jewels |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/30/10 at 05:29 AM Why be a professional when you can be a legend? You're making it man. |
| Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/30/10 at 06:41 AM Man, for all th writer's block, this has been a great month. =) |
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