It's a rough pirate's world out there When words spoken spill into loose fear Mobs, it seems, are as easily turned As pirate shanty towns are easily burned
Just as melancholy on the azure waves Are the boarding plans that lead to graves Someone once winced at the best plans made Isn't it funny how the best plans fade
So it is with life's best improvisation As we zig and zag to our consternation By most accounts, treasure is a pirate's desire Even when their pistols refuse to fire
If it might be allowed for me to tattle Every virgin pirate has their first turn at battle So it goes as true as it is for every pirate's lot The first thrust into this life is not soon forgot
A half-broken pirate sits and quietly wonders Thinking back on his history and many plunders Even in this ragtag world hate does no good It's best in every pirate's heart this is understood
This then is the allure of a pirate king's power That weak or strong in any eventful timeless hour There is the truest power that is ever hold When a pirate can sit calmly and quietly bold
Assured that their power is the kind to hold sway Regardless of the marked cards put into play A pirate's pirate knows his destiny and lot And is untroubled that his role will be forgot
Put to this challenge, it's time we found out What the truth of pirating is really about Ship-to-ship faced in battle head-to-head We'll fight to win and win or end up dead
A captain hopes he knows what he is doing As he leads his ship into battle as he's crewing Those who fight under his flag and lead He wishes each to live and tell of these deeds
Cannon shot and bullets fill the ocean air As a ship prepares to repeal boarders with dare The ships come about to fight this perilous fight Both captains hope to win; only one will be right
A kiss of danger and faith in one's unholy sword The bravest pirates push to move ever forward Pistols and cutlasses are brandished in this fray While quaking hearts put their last fears away
A pirate's blood is spilled onto the ship's deck While even more pirates are instantly wrecked But the pirate who feared most yet lives Grateful to the God who redeems and forgives
Petty animosities are put aside for common good As a consortium rises from pirate brotherhood Power ceded to a gaggle of perfect strangers Is one seeded with life's worst dangers
The guilt of decisions made naturally fadeaway As every pirate knows who has faced a new day The path that walks a crew into their tomorrow Is the path to rejoice and conquers sorrow
(c) June 25, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.” – Emily Kimbrough, author and broadcaster (23 Oct 1899-1989)
Sitting here tonight after the injury I know that it won't require surgery But all the same, I don't like the pain Yet, asking me to rate it feels insane
The trouble is as I stumbled and talked Is that the path broke as I walked Who knew that limestone would crumble Yet, there I was, river-bound in tumble
Now, I got lucky and did not fall in But all the same, I'd rather not again There are a lot of bones in a foot to break Two weeks later, my foot still aches
Pain can be squirrely in how it's complicated All I know is that I don't need to be sedated It seems wrong to rate it scale from one to 10 But how else shall we measure this is asked again
We have learned a lot in the 30 or 40 years That opioids are a bad choice to avoid tears But then how do we rate pain with any meaning It's individualized for every single human being
For me, I have chosen to ignore the pain going on Because I know there are things that need pressing on Once these goals are met, I will deal with the pain It's proven inconvenience is best met with ignoring again
Pain is a hydra whose heads are hardly definitive The choices and experiences can prove quite infinitive But either way, it comes down to which of our voices We take our lead from experiencing our life's choices
(c) June 24, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It’s like, at the end, there’s this surprise quiz: Am I proud of me? I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth what I paid?” – Richard Bach, writer (b. 23 Jun 1936)”
“Give up money, give up fame, give up science, give the earth itself and all it contains rather than do an immoral act. And never suppose that in any possible situation, or under any circumstances, it is best for you to do a dishonorable thing, however slightly so it may appear to you.” – Thomas Jefferson (1785)
“Our nation is being led astray by ungodly judges, mayors and governors, who are given to change, defying the Constitution and substituting their own wicked agendas.”– David Wilkerson
Flip flops and cold drinks Can only be borne of summer days This season makes you think Of stolen pleasures in so many ways
My favorite flavor, cherry red Was kissable from her lips So went the thoughts in my head My hands wanted to trace her hips
This and baseball were my microcosm Metaphors drifting across my mind As I faced the summer heat with optimism Time is a thief who often leaves us behind
There is magic in the summer months That tantalizes those who play like me On the dock, we sipped our cold brunch Smiling at the moments of this fantasy
Looking out on the water brings a smile As the cool breeze carries my words away For a few more minutes, I'd put off the mile I needed to walk, but decided to linger and stay
Lingering on the honeyed nectar of her kiss As she smiled into my eyes, I wanted to stay Being wise enough to know what I'd maybe miss If I walked off the brunch, she'd made that day
Today is a day that I know without mystery Good things will happen and happen deep This will be a day of new personal history When my summer girl takes my love for keeps
(c) June 22, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 