Words Spoken by John Foulroberts

John Foulroberts

John Foulroberts

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Joyous Times


Cutlasses swinging,
SLASH!
Pistols banging,
BAM!
The motley bunch can be seen,
Looking as ever serene,
As they charge without hesitation into battle,
Looking not as if someone might tattle,
But, as if they were brave fighters,
Looking all the more brighter

And the salty seadogs themselves,
Dressed from head to toe in seafaring garb off the shelves,
One lets out a loud cackle,
While another strings his bait and tackle,
Chatting and babbling,
Joking and playful squabbling,
Although not a slightest trace of any complication,
Can be heard amongst this humble aggregation


As the sun sets in a wash of pink and crimson,
The scoundrels retreat in unison,
Cracking open and downing a few bottles of rum,
A day's reward and sum,
Their thirst for plunder and booty is relentless,
That by the crack of dawn they are restless

As the jolly roger flaps gallantly in the breeze,
The pirates man the ratlines with ease,
The bright morning rays shine brightly at our back,
Our ship is without lack,
I don my tricorn hat,
Looking sleek and stylish as ever,
I gaze up triumphantly into the sky and shout,
"Dark Archive is what this is about!"
 
A Sailor's Nightmare


A solitary sloop,
Manned by able-bodied seamen,
Stars dotting the sky,
Dim rays of light being cast down upon the sails,
A coming terror unknown.

As the creature erupts from the drink,
Encasing the ship, overtaking it,
Its serpentine tentacles, flailing and writhing
Masts are snapped like mere toothpicks,
The ship being crushed like a toy sailboat,
The beast's power is unmatched.

In the mass chaos,
A tangle of ratlines and rigging,
Bloodcurdling screams from men being torn from the ship,
As if they were the monster's toys.
To and fro the sloop lurches wildly, on the verge of capsizing

An earsplitting roar, and the creature is onto his finale,
CRASH!
A tremendous tentacle,
Like a horrifying arm of death,
Splits the ship right in two,
A once triumphant little vessel,
Now reduced to mere splinters.

Not a sound can be heard,
A serene calmness,
Like the quiet after a storm...
The Kraken.
 
- An Unforeseen Attack -

A dramatic pang in the air,
One fellow does dare,
An elusive cloaked French mercenary,
The assassin unsheathes his foil in a theatrical sweep,
Descending upon an unwary Spaniard who fell asleep,
A fight to the death erupts.

Seething anger and despise fills the air,
As the Spaniard confronts the Frenchman with a glare,
A horrible crescendo of slashing and clanging,
The Frenchman appears to dance, performing intricate combos,
An astounding sight,
His sword flickers by, slicing and dicing,
The Spaniard barely manages to parry, still within the chains of slumber.

Triumphantly, the Frenchman brings his foil up over his head,
The one thing this young Spaniard does dread,
One valiant attempt at survival is left,
As the brave conquistador raises his sword to the sky,
Quickly, he performs a flurry of slashes with lightning speed,
Barely able to be seen by the eye.

Faltering, and caught off guard, the Frenchman is overwhelmed,
With a twirl of his cape, and a weak tip of his chapeau,
A farewell salute...
The Spaniard discovers himself to be resolute,
Unwavering, he proudly sheathes his sword,
A heroic victory.
 
I wrote this little "diamonte" poem for an English assessment and wanted to share it with you all. A "diamonte" poem is a poem which consists of two opposite nouns, and then having a mix of adjectives and adverbs in the middle. The adjectives start out by describing the first noun, and then abruptly transitioning into the second noun. You will see why its called a "diamonte" poem - it is to be written in a diamond shaped format -

Sunshine & Storm​

Sunlight​
Cheerful, enlightening,​
Shining, everlasting, consistent, ​
Beaming, overwhelming, bright, rumbling,​
Clashing, booming, flashing,​
Intense, maelstrom,​
Storm​
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In this case, my two opposite nouns are the weather - sun and storm. I threw a bunch of adjectives in there describing the sunlight, then abruptly changing to the storm subject.​
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Nice little writing lesson, eh?​
 
Breathtaking Waters


Breathing the salty Caribbean air,
A wash of realization overcomes me,
That the ocean is more than just a treacherous dare.
Oh no no... there is so much more to see!
' tis the Caribbean's best feature!

A constant tempo of lapping against the shoreline,
Shimmering waters sparkling in the sunlight,
A captivating atmosphere of composure and tranquility.
Graceful currents churning and shifting in every which way,
An unpredictable beauty of Nature at work.


The rolling waves forming intricate patterns,
Enticing, salty aromas filling the air,
The azure depths teaming with exotic wildlife,
A sea captain's playground for ship and crew.

These details quickly forgotten by many,
But only noticed by those with vigilant eye...
For those with vigilant eyes,
Are revealed to an extraordinary sight,
To help aid them on many a plundering adventure.
 
A Natural Wonder

A glorious scene
Truly, a brilliant phenomenon of
Nature at work.
An awe - inspiring burst of light
above the horizon line
The dazzling sunset
casting its last rays of warmth
across the land before nightfall.

As I sit gazing
out at the astounding Caribbean sea
I am intrigued,
almost hypnotized,
by this wondrous sight.

Reddish pink skies,
The sun a glowing ball o' fire
Shimmering rays rippling and distorted
across the seascape
A feeling of astonishment
overwhelms me
and leaves me wondering,
"How on Earth..?"

The waves ripple and roll
bringing the amazing reflection
Apart, together, apart...
A continuous motion
that calms the nerves
and soothes the soul.

Only the faintest trace of light
is visible above the horizon,
An inspiring sight
while it lasted...
For darkness will overcome this
land once more...
But the cycle will repeat
eventually, I will be allured
once more - the sun rise.
 
John Foulroberts said:
Only the faintest trace of light
is visible above the horizon,
An inspiring sight
while it lasted...
For darkness will overcome this
land once more...
But the cycle will repeat
eventually, I will be allured
once more - the sun rise.
Click to expand...

I like the way you introduce the "full circle" of everything here to the reader. "Nice work," John ;)
 
Wrath of the Sea


Battered wildly,
The waves crash against the side of the hull
Threatening to rip apart the ship at any moment
Roaring and hissing like an unworldly monster.

Sea spray stinging our eyes - obscuring all vision
Masts threatening to snap against the strain of the wind
A true maelstrom at work
The decks lurch wildly - to and fro...
At any moment, we could be done for...

Fierce waves rising up, plummeting down.
A devastating force,
Unavoidable terrors all across the ocean
The white crested walls wash over the deck
Sending men overboard and creating mass chaos
Our spirits torn asunder
Terror and fear unleashed like a wild cannon blast.

The storm unrelentlessly pummels forward
With no sign of mercy...
The ship near capsizing, all hope is nearly gone
Just when things were expected to turn for the worse,
The rain lets up, and the sea is calm... The eye of the storm.
Relief! at last
"Oh wait... Is that a whirlpool I see?"
 
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