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Question: Was your Pilot ever named captain Rave!?
Captain Rave


The ship’s broken rubber rudder
destines him to the satellite lands of
clickety-clack, spin, wobble, spin

Murmurings olden tongues
bolden mariners navigate newest worlds

Captain Rave

Black, moldable garbage bags
shield deadly heat rays of summer

Captain Rave

Landlubbers give wide berth
deferentially, under his charismatic,
aromatic visage

Captain Rave

Carrier of treasured acquisitions for trade:
Pizza box covered with ripped pictures
of hungry people staring without

Never empty urine colored
olive oil bottles



Assorted left shoes &
right wing magazines

Eating what others leave behind
cruising from nightly port to port

Captain Rave, he’s the Captain of his cart


Surreptitiously engaged in infinite searches
in bagged goods for a match to your
distant pupating needs


Thinking the better
surveying the roiling Seventh Avenue Seas
he retires to a subterranean estate

Spread cardboard bed
complete with newspaper sheets
He lays to slumber
Oversleep!? … not to worry
the rats are alarming


Unseen water all around but none see worthy
Brew an old recipe from the golden recipe
Amass, compress & ferment



Captain Rank

Smells of what he muss
Reach into the mystic cart
a little punched fruit helps
all the filth go down

Clip, snip, rip coupons
looking for discounts on morality

Plays solitaire repetitiously
Seeking an opponent

In a flurry, furry fury
The new Jester’s balls are airborne

Screaming quietly he feverously
scrawls a note to apologize
to all for tomorrow’s chaos

Captain Rave

In darkest mind
Rave wrests the daggered hand
of pseudo freedoms
Keeper of old troubles
He’s a rancid, rancor, rakish, rapacious
and rambling tumbleweed


Peering out of a stylish powder blue bag
a time hardened pink flamingo
invites the Good Captain
to fly south

Declining the gracious offer
Rave, explained in flamingish
I, I’s, me, we and us
so long ago took flight
us-es were the only to arrive



His cart tied up at the stair dock
challenges every bright-eyed
steel box that approaches!.

The Captain,
pleased at his power
views the boxes aggressive rush in
but always slink away!.

He is the ruler of the under & above!.

Captain Rave!.


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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Poor homeless man, pushing broken shopping cart with all his earthly goods, slightly touched in the head, Captain Rave!.

Only your creative mind could have told his story this way!.

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I see him on the street in the daytime, So proud in spite of his place!.
not the ordinary beggar!.!. I was a little confused when captain Rank slipped in for a bit there though!.!.

I Like the very boldness of this and the descriptive smells and senses it describes!.!. Well Done!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

You've done it again
Wrote another masterpiece
All the brilliant words
While I was simply dreaming
Of playing with the neighbor’s cat


I’m lost but it’s ok!. I like it :)
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I thought you were talking about Captain Ron!.

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I thought this was going to be about Ecstasy!.
Good work!.
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