Poetry

Blackbeard – “I Poem” – ORIGINAL

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I am feared and loathsome.

I wonder what people will say about me in 100 years.

I hear the frightened cry of a British Navy officer.

I see blood, sweat, and tears as we attack another merchant ship.

I want to be respected.

I am feared and loathsome.

I pretend I have discovered the ultimate treasure.

I feel compassion towards my fellow Brethren of the Coast.

I touch the contraband I have stolen.

I worry the end is coming near.

I cry when the helmsman on my ship dies.

I am feared and loathsome.

I understand that the Governor of Virginia wants me dead.

I say, “Argh! Come and get me!”

I dream that I live forever.

I try to make a decent profit in the town of Bath, North Carolina.

I hope people see me as a privateer.

I am feared and loathsome.

Blackbeard – “I Poem” – FIRST REVISION

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I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

I wonder what my fourteen wives think about my untamed, black, smoking beard.

I hear the frightened cry from a Spanish ship as we lower our phony Spanish flag and raise our true flag, the Jolly Roger.

I see blood, sweat, and tears as we plunder another merchant ship.

I want to be respected by all.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

I pretend I have finally defeated the dastardly people who try to end my Reign of Fear.

I feel compassion towards my fellow Brethren of the Coast.

I touch the smuggled contraband I plan to sell along the coast of the Carolinas.

I worry the end of my life is coming near.

I cry when a fellow seaman is tortured with the cat o’ nine tails, is killed, and is left to rot in the hangman’s noose.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

I understand that Lieutenant Maynard of the British Navy is plotting my death.

I say, “Argh! Come and get me!  I’ll meet you at Ocracoke Island!”

I dream that I live forever.

I try to appease the Governor of North Carolina so he will let me reside in my beloved town, Bath, North Carolina.

I hope people see me as the privateer I believe I am.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

Blackbeard – “I Poem” – FINAL REVISION

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I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

I am terrified to think what my fourteen wives say when they gossip about my untamed, black, smoking beard.

I take notice of the frightened cry from a Spanish ship as we lower our phony Spanish flag and raise our true flag, the Jolly Roger.

I witness blood, sweat, and tears as we plunder another merchant ship.

I desire to be respected by all.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

I fantasize about finally defeating the dastardly mongruls who try to end my Reign of Fear.

I experience compassion towards my fellow Brethren of the Coast.

I finger the smuggled contraband I plan to sell along the coast of the Carolinas.

I antagonize over the fact that I feel the end of my life is coming near.

I weep when a fellow seaman is tortured with the cat o’ nine tails, is killed, and is left to rot in the hangman’s noose.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

While visiting the city of Charleston, I overhear that Lieutenant Maynard of the British Navy is plotting my death.

I shriek, “Argh! Come and get me!  I’ll meet you at Ocracoke Island!”

I dream that I live forever.

I try to appease the Governor of North Carolina so he will let me reside in my beloved town, Bath, North Carolina.

I anticipate that one day, people will see me as the privateer I believe I am.

I am dreadfully feared and wickedly loathsome.

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“Rain, Rain”

Rain, rain

pitter, patter

Rain, rain

splitter, splatter.

“Won’t you come another day?”

“No!,” we proclaim.

“Yay!, we exclaim.

For the joyful sounds

of rain

are coming our way!

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I wish

the dusky black fly,

clinging

to the wall,

was as translucent as its wings,

telling me

all its secrets.

Engagement and Wedding Rings

So much depends upon

these rings,

these symbols.

They are much more to me

than white gold and diamonds.

They are a thousand sparkles,

all encapsulating

each moment of our relationship -

past,

present,

and

future.

To this world,

diamonds

may last forever.

In my heart,

love

prevails.

These rings, as round and bright as the morning sun.

Not depending on them through purely physical means,

but through what they stand for emotionally and spiritually.

They are emblems of life.

Times spent rejoicing,

times spent weeping,

times spent being silly,

times spent questioning,

times spent knowing -

They are emblems of love.

Times spent in the “good,”

times spent in the “bad,”

times spent hoping,

times spent cherishing,

times spent knowing -

Knowing

that these circles will never be

broken.

So much depends upon

a turquoise, glistening eye

trimmed with a golden iris.

A gateway into another time -

more elegant, yet more simple,

less fortunate, yet knowing its worth.

Vicariously,

through this small token of love,

I embody this time.

I think, I feel, I experience -

days of skipping to school,

listenting for the shrill sound of the mill’s whistle,

picking cotton on a sweltering summer day,

“swinging to the mood.”

I am this time.

I think, I feel, I experience.

Beginnings

Up I jump like a flash of lightening

Around I go like a spinning turntable.

It’s the first day of school, and I’m running behind.

I feel as if my feet never touch the ground.

My room becomes a whirlwind of make-up, clothes, and school supplies as I try to prepare for the first day.

The pinnacle,

yet the resolution,

the beginning of the end,

the semester before student teaching,

an important day.