More shared poetry and of course… a rant or three plus a book plug.

To the poetry ~

Long Gone
© Jon Corres Pirate Poet 2020

A living requiem, the monument stand silent
The Day is etched upon the minds
Plaques before the statues
The sun shines for no one
Spirits in revelry
Dancing to a nameless tune
Music for the departed
Frozen like the lakes in winter
Skyscrapers, obelisks to a forgotten god
Prayers never answered
Whispers in the alley ways
More of a breeze to quell the emptiness
What more a feeling
Signs to nowhere
A sale for yesterday
A dynasty for centuries, outliving the builders memories
Trees where once were fields
Rattling wood in favour of
Long gone dreams

To the second..

Destiny sings, calls the weary
Fate winds its threads, prepares to weave
As chance would have it
There’s no telling where or what
For a gamble or a garment
Tis a price we hold too dear
What landscape are we left to?
What blank canvas comes
Where does the brush stroke fall?
How dark will our portrait begin
Have we in it to take command
Lay a landscape we can present
To our progeny leave to celebrate or lament
Flashing before our eyes
Just a moment to ponder
A second to exist

My Rant – as brief as it is…
Can we cut with the ” things “? Emotions, ideas and concepts have names for reason!
Could we all please cut down on offence sensitivity? If your goal is live alone on the brink of disaster in constant paranoia; We already have those!
They’re called the Alt Right.

End of Rants ~

Book plug for Series one of Camden’s Follies!
The hero had it coming! Seriously, a lady in every port, town, city or planet?!? Whoa! Hold on there, matey.
Not this time!

James Camden thinks he’s heading to Afica to study decomposition and exotic poisons… Or so he thinks! Welcome to the other side of the galaxy good sir. We hope you enjoy Pirates, Evil Empires, Dangerous Creatures and… Nappy Changes!
Follow the Follies of one man’s stumble into the world of heroes!

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Elder Offensive – Just because – Pt 1

Be well, safe and keep reading!
Live Long and Prosper ~ bow ~

~ The Pirate Poet

The week begins… Bloody Hell, can whatever passes for normal arrive?

Okay, so I’m really loving Oreos, ice cream and of course trying to cook for myself and mum. Shopping, for anything is an adventure in patience and of course avoiding people who can’t social distance.
At least I have some access to a Starbucks! Not the one I’d go to normally, but there you are.
Editing and formatting are a grind! Especially for when you’re trying to edit for Kindle format. Hum buggery! I can’t seem to get past the chapter by chapter 1 -2 paragraphs and change the scenery, thus expanding the book by a hundred pages.
I tend to free my mind up by writing the odd poem and turning my emotions into energy.
For example…

Vanish (C) Jon Corres Pirate Poet

To me, thyne eyes will fall upon
In this, my moment, for as I recite
A soliloquy, the measure of me at a portraits view
Or shall I a requiem deliver?
A final word
Brief fare thee well
Shall I serenade you with romantic overtones?
I see the curtain prepared
A bow to my audience
So I shall complete with a flourish
Tis a sad tale, woven with comedy
Let the laughs prevail
A sundry of smiles
Weep not for the fool
Show pity for the one that follow
Now, onward
A drapery of stars, a mantle of moon beam
For now, ever more
I retire

For a new collection of poems, me thinks…
Till the next we meet on page

~ The Pirate Poet

Another from the Poetry aspect and… the usual


There are no cowards on this field
Empty spaces, hard feelings
Nothing, but peers
In the eyes of the lost
A fatal shot, verbal, has landed
More pain than bullet or missile inflicted
Silence of a scream borne from pain
The deafening cry of a tear
Nothing so solid as cutting verse
None so hollow as the bereaved
All are empty full of pride
Not a mourner can be culled
From the onlooking faceless crowd
Like an autumn breeze do the platitudes fly
As rustling leaves do none observe
Where art the humans
In this village of the damned
Empty shells, no hearts
Just glistening shards of what was
No more pity, never a sign of remorse
Brings me to my knees
Divine light, I am humble

Now for the rants…
Meatball sandwiches are good, at least for us omnivores. Cats can be great company. Relatives, close ones, are joys.
I still want my comic books and MTG cards plus the odd mocha latte. However, I’m fine as the evidence of mans lack of interaction shows in the skies and lack of contributing pollution reveals the hidden wonders we took for granted.
I’m still jobbing my books, threatening to write another poetry collection and finish my horror/action novel.
This isn’t much of a report, I must admit. But in lieu of interaction with readers… this is the best I’ll get.

Take care, be safe and GERONIMO!

~ The Pirate Poet