by Todd172
When revenge has been served hot, fire and steel, hate is never sated., sail on sailor, the sun setting, red sky at night sailors delight, blood has been repaid, but red sky at morning light, sailor take warning, bloody cutlass slashing await thee.
5*
The bombardment’s not over until you make the rubble bounce!
When hurt to the depths of your soul
Only one thing will let you be whole
So you work for the day
You can fully repay
And send them to Hell's deepest hole
Illegitemi Non Carborundum
Kill Bill on the High Seas?
Either way, bloody good poem sirrah.
Wow!! 5*
I´v gone through it twice now..I really should vote a 4, but the force behind these words of vengeance & woe are just so overpowering it leaves me in awe.
Thanks again Mr & missus Todd.. See you down at the shack :)
I had an early read on this, and was looking forward to its final form.
We often ask writers to "stretch their wings," and to "write outside their comfort zone."
I'd say that Todd has done that in spades!
Powerful, dark, enthralling. Another excellent tale from you, Todd.
Thank you for writing.
I don’t read poetry much so I don’t judge. But the story was fun. I could picture the scenes you described very well. Thanks.
I bet no one (apart from the ones that had the opportunity to read this earlier) saw that coming. A new Todd submission, but in poetry. Brilliantly done, though. Congratulations, Todd.
You not only have the courage to try new genres, but also, the genius to excel with them. Thank you Todd172 for your epic poem.
but that was awesome.-reminded me of Kipling's "The Female of the Species". Well done.
I was excited to see your name listed in the July 4th story extravaganza put together by Blackrandl1958. Then this piece of poetry showed up. Sorry, just couldn't get behind this mess. Not particularly a poetry fan, but I thought about this being chanted by the pirates in the back room of some run joint in the Caribbean and it just didn't work. UGH!
Todd, you and The Missus are WAY too talented to be publishing on a free site. Thanks for making me a little more erudite (I now know what "jolie rouge" means), and for showing all of us that your repertoire is a lot broader than we imagined!
but an incarnate on Davys Locker Side, TK U MLJ LV NV
Surprisingly fresh
These depths are unexpected
What can be done next?
A new take on Beowulf?
Something wicked this way comes.
You had me at Mausefalle. This only goes to confirm my opinion that you are an accomplished, versatile author with a well-developed talent for engaging the reader, no matter the form of the work. Congratulations on a fine piece of 8.6.8.6 -- my only quibble is a few of the word choices, and those are insignificant. Cheers!
A classic Celtic ballad. Maybe a haunting voice like Sinead O’Connor’s. Beautiful
Excellent work. Mr. Todd you have proven once again the prowess of your art. Most definitely please continue. Well you know you have accomplished something great when you only have one naysayer. I loved it.
Could be sung to house of the rising sun, but could also be sung to amazing grace, which is ironic. Would make a great ballad at a folk festival - they like the dark ones.
Absolutely brilliant, I haven’t even thought of reading a poem since I had to at school, many years ago, but this one gripped me from the start.
Brilliant writer.
When are you going to write a “Tails from the Shack” book?
If you want to add a finish verse addressed to the audience (As in, "Mothers, tell your children...")
Go on Abuse your powers Man
Enjoy it while you can
For you may someday meet the Wrath
as vanquished rise again
OR
Let my tale a warn ye lads
If brutal take your heed
You may unleash upon yourself
The Ghosts of your foul Deeds
Try
Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
It went dark fairly quickly indeed, lol.
Strong stuff here.
Top ratings from me.
As i was reading it, I got into the 'story', if you will, and imagined the type of person who might, well, use it, I guess. Honestly, I feel like the Scottish king from Brave, his voice would work very well with this tale. It also reminds me of the 'songs' he 'sang' during the movie.
To set your course by in the mornin'. Lets let out some canvas and make a run to Tortugas ya dogs.
Stumbled across this by accident, stayed to read in full mainly because the rhythm of the first verse made me think of The Walrus & The Carpenter. An enjoyable romp, the kind of thing Robert E Howard might have written in prose. More power to your pen!
Thought-provoking and well done. You continue to amaze me with your prodigious talent! Thank you and your Missus!!