Snippets from a pirate's log

  

Essentials...

Tide, wind, stars and a ship to sail

Shores his heart, his words, his soul

Then parts...

Sweet rum...

Is how to drink and wish to taste

A pirate doses a drink to savor

Words to savor with reason’s past

Taste dreams for delusion certain

Word to savor with heart to last

Taste dreams and bearings certain

Bad weather...

Gale, a storm so strong a squall 

Gusts like furry took its toll

A broken course stood no bearing

In pain to long a shadow sailed

The sea dissolves all

Oh! saline sorrow

Turning rocks....

As winds subside the rain stayed on 

A busking pirate-troubadour stayed calm

Fresh pouring rain splashed sweet verses,

Words like chords blend rhythmic tones

Humming songs of yore to soothe the air
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Beware of words that fall on waves 
That when close to shore do brake

Turning rocks that efforts planted

Unchangeable...

A pirate course is unknown for certain

Though words like wine the pirate drinks

Thirst and pain that swallow hard

A slumbering self is forced to pause

Inebriated and soaked in words he sleeps

Despite sweet words that rained so hard,

The morning sea remains as always; brine

Vancouver - Super Natural British Columbia

About a year ago Gabriela a friend and a blogger (seis de enero) asked many of her friends  from around the world, to write a few words about the city where we lived.  I accepted the invitation and this is what a I sent.
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 Hace un año atrás Gabriela una amiga y blogger también (seis de enero) pidió a varios de sus amigos por todo el mundo que escribieran algunas palabras de la ciudad donde viven.  Acepte la invitación y esto es lo que envié

Vancouver, ciudad puerto que me acoge, cobija y retiene. Rodeada del mar, rios y lagos por doquier - con montañas escarpadas que coronan al cielo esmeralda de su aurora. El mar titila el reflejo de alumbrados rascacielos espejados al esplendor de sus nevados. Que por ser puerto es punto de encuentro cardinal de idiomas tan variados como los centenares de parques que adornan sus calles. Tolerante pulsa vibrante y deseosa espera  tu encuentro.	Vancouver a port-city that welcomes shelters and retains me. Surrounded by the sea, rivers and lakes wherever you go - steep mountains crown her emerald morning skies.  The sea reflects the twinkling light of a glass dressed skyline that mirrors her splendorous snow-peaked mountains.  Because she is a port, it is the cardinal meeting point of hundreds of languages resembling the countless parks that decorates her streets. Tolerant, her pulse is lively and longs to meet you.

    And this is Super, Natural British Columbia!

The Queen Meets the Druid

The following morning before dawn the Queen guarded by her fairies and elves arrived on the deck of Eaglehook’s ship where the first mate greeted her with great respect pretending he was sober, but easily betrayed by the pungent smell of rum that exuded at every syllable he uttered.  

Eaglehook’s crew consisted of a dozen half-human half ghost creatures who had been cursed to remain in that amorphous state by the wicket witch herself. During the night because of the lack of luminosity, one was able to see their faces pretty much like anyone else’s, but as soon as the day’s first streaks of light appeared, their complexion turned pale and paler, until they disappeared completely as the sun came out. 

She broke the news of their captain’s captivity to which they reacted viscerally reaching for their swords showing their desires to rescue Eaglehook at all cost. The Queen then gathered her royal posture and ordered the uncontrolled dozen to stop the commotion and to stand in formation for her orders.