Topic review - Weave a tale of intrigue...
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Shizara
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:15 pm
A bit late, but thank you cathidaw. I have always enjoyed letting my imagination run off with rhymes and stories.
A bit late, but thank you cathidaw. I have always enjoyed letting my imagination run off with rhymes and stories.
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cathidaw
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:16 am
Shizara wrote: Oh weavers of words, weave a tale if you please Of moonlit waters and dark silhouette brigs. Pirates and rum and saving our skins This tale of piracy, on the high seas begins!!
Floating in the moonlit bay, the pirate ship is moored, The pirates; nowhere to be seen; they have indeed thus scored. You row the boat up to the waters edge, you shiver; anticipate And wonder if your venture here, might become your very fate.......
The eerie still of this dark night, was broken by the breeze That whispered it's gruesome secrets, to the ancient coastal trees. Down on the shadowy foreshore, the waves, they danced and played; Surrounded by things that time immemorial, certainly has decayed.
But lo; and from a distant cave; a lofty corner thus A pirate voice is surely heard; given away by the filthy cus. "Arrr, get your thie'in' hands off o' this; you miserable, cursed scum!" "This is all mine I'll have you know; this lo'ely bottle o' rum!"
I love your poems shizara.I kept most of them fro about 2006.
[quote="Shizara"]Oh weavers of words, weave a tale if you please Of moonlit waters and dark silhouette brigs. Pirates and rum and saving our skins This tale of piracy, on the high seas begins!!
Floating in the moonlit bay, the pirate ship is moored, The pirates; nowhere to be seen; they have indeed thus scored. You row the boat up to the waters edge, you shiver; anticipate And wonder if your venture here, might become your very fate.......
The eerie still of this dark night, was broken by the breeze That whispered it's gruesome secrets, to the ancient coastal trees. Down on the shadowy foreshore, the waves, they danced and played; Surrounded by things that time immemorial, certainly has decayed.
But lo; and from a distant cave; a lofty corner thus A pirate voice is surely heard; given away by the filthy cus. "Arrr, get your thie'in' hands off o' this; you miserable, cursed scum!" "This is all mine I'll have you know; this lo'ely bottle o' rum!"[/quote]
I love your poems shizara.I kept most of them fro about 2006.
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Shizara
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 4:08 pm
Chillitt!! So good to see you again! 
Chillitt!! So good to see you again! :cool:
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Lex
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 5:09 pm
Hi Chillitt; great to see you back!! The producers of Pirates of the Caribbean should definitely given up after the 1st film.
Hi Chillitt; great to see you back!! The producers of Pirates of the Caribbean should definitely given up after the 1st film.
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chillitt
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 8:55 pm
I was right about Pirates of the caribean III.. we should sue..
I was right about Pirates of the caribean III.. we should sue..
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Shizara
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:51 pm
Just reliving this tale. it's hard to believe it was created nearly 6 years ago
Just reliving this tale. it's hard to believe it was created nearly 6 years ago
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Shizara
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:48 pm
Glad you enjoyed our Tale of Intrigue. Writing it was fun and I am sure I can speak for chillitt too when I say that.
Glad you enjoyed our [i]Tale of Intrigue[/i]. Writing it was fun and I am sure I can speak for chillitt too when I say that.
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cathidaw
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 1:29 am
:wow: :wow: :wow: :wow:
:clapping: :clapping: :clapping: :clapping:
Well done you two!!
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Shizara
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:01 am
Ahoy, today, 19 September 2008 is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
It seems as good a reason as any t' brin' forward "Wea'e a Tale o' Intrigue" a tale o' pirates sailin' the high seas and the dangers o' too much rum.... Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?
Ahoy, today, 19 September 2008 is [b]International Talk Like a Pirate Day[/b].
It seems as good a reason as any t' brin' forward "Wea'e a Tale o' Intrigue" a tale o' pirates sailin' the high seas and the dangers o' too much rum.... Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?
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Shizara
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 12:33 pm
The crew didn't see it coming; overcome by rum they were The pirate from the nest now overboard; the rest was all a blur Spinning inside the funnel; the crew and the Ampersand Doomed they are; forever; never again to see dry land.
Several centuries later, a ship comes passing through; A Captain scans the horizon; a report came in from the crew "By Jove! It's Cap'N Blue and his bloodthirsty pirate band!" Sailing on the high seas, a ghostly ship; The Flying Ampersand!
The crew didn't see it coming; overcome by rum they were The pirate from the nest now overboard; the rest was all a blur Spinning inside the funnel; the crew and the Ampersand Doomed they are; forever; never again to see dry land.
Several centuries later, a ship comes passing through; A Captain scans the horizon; a report came in from the crew "By Jove! It's Cap'N Blue and his bloodthirsty pirate band!" Sailing on the high seas, a ghostly ship; The Flying Ampersand!
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Shizara
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 11:48 am
This bloodthirsty band of pirates now sail the ocean blue Celebrating their turn of fortune; with rum the favourite brew. They sprawl about the decks relating tales of past events And fail to notice the change in the weather; the danger it represents.
From high above the decks; in a nest perched way up high A shout rings out from the lookout; "Aye, thar is a storm out yonder, aye!!!" The captain wakes from his slumber and slurs a command to the crew "Arrr, gerrrrrrup you lot, batten the 'atches - hic - thar'ssss nothin Me can do."
This drunken band of pirates; attempt to scramble to their feet Deary me, what a sorry sight; their energy becomes deplete. The pirate up in the crow's nest, as worried as he surely is Sees a chance, an opportunity, where the treasure might be his.
Sliding down the mast; nearly blown to sea by the wind Waves crash over the decks; his hands and knees are skinned. Then a mighty crash, the boom now falls; he rolls across a body well dead He looks to the sky, sees a funnel coming forth and it fills him now with dread.
This bloodthirsty band of pirates now sail the ocean blue Celebrating their turn of fortune; with rum the favourite brew. They sprawl about the decks relating tales of past events And fail to notice the change in the weather; the danger it represents.
From high above the decks; in a nest perched way up high A shout rings out from the lookout; "Aye, thar is a storm out yonder, aye!!!" The captain wakes from his slumber and slurs a command to the crew "Arrr, gerrrrrrup you lot, batten the 'atches - hic - thar'ssss nothin Me can do."
This drunken band of pirates; attempt to scramble to their feet Deary me, what a sorry sight; their energy becomes deplete. The pirate up in the crow's nest, as worried as he surely is Sees a chance, an opportunity, where the treasure might be his.
Sliding down the mast; nearly blown to sea by the wind Waves crash over the decks; his hands and knees are skinned. Then a mighty crash, the boom now falls; he rolls across a body well dead He looks to the sky, sees a funnel coming forth and it fills him now with dread.
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chillitt
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 10:31 pm
blues' crew of scurvy dogs were smouldering but keen, to take revenge for this eggy green smoke screen they slashed at smoke at stabbed at it while sputtering and choking but your men picked them off one by one - its bad for you, is smoking!
you see the time has come, to strike them at their heart two brave young deckhands surround blue, and then fart he falls to the ground his senses are shot, a white cloth he holds in his hand he's surrendered, the dog, you call up your men 'forward the Ampersand!'
now the badguys are buried, right up to their necks the treasure stacked up on your decks all that remains is to deal with your nemesis, and then sail away and to spend your life telling tall tales of this day
but where has he gone? the captains got free! and he's swimming out to the boat! he's welcomed aboard against all the odds by your mutinous band the treasure,andthe crew of turncoats, sail off on the Ampersand!
blues' crew of scurvy dogs were smouldering but keen, to take revenge for this eggy green smoke screen they slashed at smoke at stabbed at it while sputtering and choking but your men picked them off one by one - its bad for you, is smoking!
you see the time has come, to strike them at their heart two brave young deckhands surround blue, and then fart he falls to the ground his senses are shot, a white cloth he holds in his hand he's surrendered, the dog, you call up your men 'forward the Ampersand!'
now the badguys are buried, right up to their necks the treasure stacked up on your decks all that remains is to deal with your nemesis, and then sail away and to spend your life telling tall tales of this day
but where has he gone? the captains got free! and he's swimming out to the boat! he's welcomed aboard against all the odds by your mutinous band the treasure,andthe crew of turncoats, sail off on the Ampersand!
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Shizara
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 11:10 pm
A bedraggled, ragged rascal was behind a rugged rock He had heard the sound of ticking from from the great, long tailed croc. His heart it beat like many feet in frenzied fast retreat As the thought had dawned upon him, the croc had thought of him as meat!
The bedraggled, ragged rascal was old Cap'N Blue's first mate He had fallen short from grace he did, he stole from old Blue's plate. But Cap'N Blue had other things, upon his shady mind To watch his back and watch his jewels, the party's close behind!
Now the crew from the Ampersand had spread out near and far They had brought on shore some ammunition; pickles in a jar. They had plotted and had schemed, with skills they didn't know they had Eating pickles they marched cussing; the wind was very bad.
Having reached their destination, they aimed their rears towards their prey "Arrr, your number's up you scummy dogs your time has come today" And on the count of three the crew then let their wind go free. Ignited by a torch of fire, a branch from a nearby tree.
A sound went forth across the beach, a mighty cannon blast But do you think the pirates now had finally breathed their last? From the smoke that billowed from their cave; came Cap'N Blue and co Cursing loud and muttering as towards the croc they go.
A bedraggled, ragged rascal was behind a rugged rock He had heard the sound of ticking from from the great, long tailed croc. His heart it beat like many feet in frenzied fast retreat As the thought had dawned upon him, the croc had thought of him as meat!
The bedraggled, ragged rascal was old Cap'N Blue's first mate He had fallen short from grace he did, he stole from old Blue's plate. But Cap'N Blue had other things, upon his shady mind To watch his back and watch his jewels, the party's close behind!
Now the crew from the Ampersand had spread out near and far They had brought on shore some ammunition; pickles in a jar. They had plotted and had schemed, with skills they didn't know they had Eating pickles they marched cussing; the wind was very bad.
Having reached their destination, they aimed their rears towards their prey "Arrr, your number's up you scummy dogs your time has come today" And on the count of three the crew then let their wind go free. Ignited by a torch of fire, a branch from a nearby tree.
A sound went forth across the beach, a mighty cannon blast But do you think the pirates now had finally breathed their last? From the smoke that billowed from their cave; came Cap'N Blue and co Cursing loud and muttering as towards the croc they go.
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chillitt
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 9:54 pm
the trussed up pirate struggled, against those earthly bonds
as the sound of little feet and great long tail rippled cross the ponds
he knew his fate was closing in and he was out of luck
where his ears deceiving him? could he hear a faint Tick-Tock?
as the pirate allstars arr-harr'd across the tidal sands
the moonlight breifly lit up an Oceanic tailplane and a burnt out turbofan
'lummy' said a brigand, 'oi've never seen the loike!'
then a humungous bright blue polar bear went past, juggling, on a bike.
now the party's closing in on blue boys secret hide away
and the dappled blue of nighttime gives way to mornings grey
you survey the situation, and realise with dread
that when this days work is done, you'll most likely be quite dead
the trussed up pirate struggled, against those earthly bonds
as the sound of little feet and great long tail rippled cross the ponds
he knew his fate was closing in and he was out of luck
where his ears deceiving him? could he hear a faint Tick-Tock?
as the pirate allstars arr-harr'd across the tidal sands
the moonlight breifly lit up an Oceanic tailplane and a burnt out turbofan
'lummy' said a brigand, 'oi've never seen the loike!'
then a humungous bright blue polar bear went past, juggling, on a bike.
now the party's closing in on blue boys secret hide away
and the dappled blue of nighttime gives way to mornings grey
you survey the situation, and realise with dread
that when this days work is done, you'll most likely be quite dead
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Shizara
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 11:20 pm
Henry Morgan, William Kidd, Bartholomew Roberts to name a few Samuel Bellamy, Will Turner and Thomas Jones all make a wicked crew. They come highly recommended, for their bloodthirsty fighting skills But I'll have to watch the scurvy lot; I see a battle of wills.
The crew put down the anchor and lower the boat, to row ashore One trips up another and slams his nose up to the fore "Arrr, watch out what you're doin'. I'll have your hide, oh yes, me will" They snarl and scowl and somehow manage, to avoid a nasty spill.
Arriving on the beach, they set out to find, our Cap'N Blue Encountering a straying pirate, they didn't stop for a "how d'ya do". In the stream that is nearby, a hungry crocodile is to be found They tied the pirate up; left him on the rugged, stoney ground.
Henry Morgan, William Kidd, Bartholomew Roberts to name a few Samuel Bellamy, Will Turner and Thomas Jones all make a wicked crew. They come highly recommended, for their bloodthirsty fighting skills But I'll have to watch the scurvy lot; I see a battle of wills.
The crew put down the anchor and lower the boat, to row ashore One trips up another and slams his nose up to the fore "Arrr, watch out what you're doin'. I'll have your hide, oh yes, me will" They snarl and scowl and somehow manage, to avoid a nasty spill.
Arriving on the beach, they set out to find, our Cap'N Blue Encountering a straying pirate, they didn't stop for a "how d'ya do". In the stream that is nearby, a hungry crocodile is to be found They tied the pirate up; left him on the rugged, stoney ground.
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chillitt
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 10:36 pm
as an aside, you lot do realise this is a test airing of the script for pirates of the caribean III... or is it lost series 4.. i forget..
as an aside, you lot do realise this is a test airing of the script for pirates of the caribean III... or is it lost series 4.. i forget..
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