Port Royal

Gerry Legister By Gerry Legister, 8th Mar 2017 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/7fudlcmb/
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry>History

Fathom sphere spills out over the ocean, swirling winds, and storm reform where the modern cruise ship plunder the waters under camouflage veil, luxurious cruise liners
Sail amidst the straights and blustery gale.

Were the demons go

The splendour of sunshine,

Amidst light winds blowing from behind,

Where new shadows stood, and stare

Imply on heroics embedded in the air.

The ships sunk down as far as they could

only a few survive where they stood.

bent and battered under the storm

no one dare pass by to make acclaim.

Only memories remain of that sodden day

Dived into the bay which leads Port Royal away.

people passing by telling this story with a sigh

some perhaps even stood upon the shore and cry.

With convoluted demons gathered from around,

The world they climb up and sunk quickly down.

Into the lonely harbour of Port Royal,

Entrench history scar the archives file.

Where the graves of silver and gold lies,

Buried deep in vaults of foil mysteries,

many sailors turned out comfortless,

The fresh wind suggests a sweet forgetfulness.

Sleeping low in discard of disdain depths,

Dreams split the spray of piracy clouds,

And make tiny gems crystallize into rain drops.

Reminiscent and resonate like twisted ribbons,

In rhymes and waves wavering sinister emotions,

The greed died away, drown the rum years

Drum down treasures far below the sum of fears.

Withering dying light stretched across the lakes,

Where gloomy spirits waltz through the gates.

And fathom sphere spills out over the ocean.

Where the modern cruise ship camouflage veil

Sail amidst the straights and blustery gale.

Smoke trail of twin engine wing-tipped plane,

Maneuver hurriedly around the hurricane.

Pensive towards the sunken valve of Port Royal,

wrapped in bleak mystic exotic portrayal.

Sunshine slipped away into jamming down,

Adventurous tourists shelter in Kingston town.

They slip and sleep under a meandering fan,

the chant of melody made the wildest swan,

dance with foot and hand rhythm strut everyone.

in this foreign land, a concept highly strung.

when the ancient breath of spirit come undone.

Phantoms snoop again in aggravated mood

Their twilight driven force of passion was crude,

And timeless mark-sweep chillingly from below

The distorted overturned debauchery row.

wind-swept revenge voices blowing wild bubbles.

Rudder passed over towns and leap across lakes.

Mooring in bygone Port Royal shimmering world,

Haunted with the murky shades of curse gold.

The splendid haul of riches was sunshine dying,

to send the decaying light of silhouette flying.

With penance of hope further up into cloud,

where the world of enchantment echoes loud.

The cry dies defining a line that gives restitution

Intervening events continues to haunt the island

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Archives, Drown, Entrench, Gloom, History, Lakes, Pirates, Pirates Of The Caribbean Johnny Depp Penelope Cruz, Rum, Scar, Seas, Ships

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author avatar Gerry Legister
I am from the UK, and I love creative writing. And I write on many different subjects, including War peace, love, happiness.

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