WEEK EIGHT: FRANK (2-1) vs MASTER ROCK (4-3) FRANK WINS 3-0

Frank · 05-29-2022, 07:42 PM

Poseidon

The crowing of pirates broke the silence like the crows flying out of the closed confinement
The locals of the island: known as Wiseman: lived in this remote environment, since the coast divided
The Pirates unloaded the shoals of fly fish & almost winded up capsized from the oceans over-suppliage
The net opened wide & swallowed the whole island, holding the shoals of fly fish inside ropes of surprisement
Seagulls dove and glided, as the foam subsided… the boat rided out on the corrosive tide
And they controlled the strident shoals from diving further into the deep blue seas molted Zion
Nets thrown by pirates, molded the shoals of fly fish, the ocean provided enough fish to feed a whole pirate: bloated their diet
The pirate’s boat floated migrant onto the lonesome island, it slowly grinded a long the shore line, eroding with refinement
The shoals of the fly fish rose out of the water to show us and guide us to the unpatrollable mines troving with diamonds

According to the local Wiseman

The caves were glowing with Pyrite, Lava Stone’s, Kyanite & Rhodochrosite
Gold in their eyesight: gold in their smiles, gold in their hindsight: the golden horizon made their faces glow with excitement
According to the chaperoning Hawaiians: if you go beyond the Mangroves and Cypress, past the foothill emboldened in high cliffs
And Parrots: past the guano pilings, past the road that widens, there is, where you will find the Hope Diamond…
The boatmen guided the hopeless pirates, who, ignored their bestowed advisement, insistent on going to find it
The waves became opposing and violent, churning, around the insociable islet, unapproachable and gyrant
The tumultuous fly fish poured into the boat, spiraling into their noses, spinning out of control, like an oceanic riot
The Pirates toes were opening hybrid, trying to gather their composure, while dying, to breathe, in, between, the, moments of dryness
The ocean frightened the locals of the island from going to find the Hope Diamond, because they were convinced that they were
Watched over by tyrants
The ultraviolet rays showed their brightness, from above the surface, through the troublesome current: exposing their iris
The Pirates continued to drown in the cold, iciness, of the undertow, defiant, flailing, their, arms, like, shoals of the fly fish
Like a choking heimlich, the tallest wave crashed down and the boat divided, throwing the pirates overboard into the frozen climate

According to the local Wiseman

The tall tales, weren’t hoaxes prescribed to keep them from poaching their island; they were for their own good, for their own enlightenment
Like an old tire, The Pirates sunk below, just trying to breathe, minus degrees, oxygen, low on its mileage
The cutthroat pirates found themselves being trolled through the oceans island like the saliva from an opened hydrant
The pirates motioned to the Wiseman, who, had, told, them, that, trying to find the coastal diamond was like atonement, excilement
The local Wiseman’s foreboding demise meant that from Poland to Thailand, Moldova to Iran
“The stories were true.” According to the boatmen and pilots, there is something “steadily lurking in the deepest zones of this island.”
An emotionless pirate held his breath, chest: closing and tightened, his breath, postponed and heightened
Blue in the face

The Pirate came across the glowing mine and became so delighted, it, revolted & binded, before he could stow the diamonds
Devoted and tireless, the moping pirate swam, around, like, a shoal of fly fish
What he saw, he couldn’t emote or describe:

Poking and prying: he was smoldered and blinded

The bubbles a long the coast line provided clues for the local Wiseman, each bubble was loaded with ions
Without any ennobled alliance, the lonesome pirate was forced to face the droning titan, awoken by lightning
Flare gun in his holster, firing the flare until the hole ignited, exploding mindless—
The poaching pirate froze, eyeless, as the ocean confided in the boasting pirate; patch on, one, eye, sewed to alignment
The dozing goliath: sized up, the unimposing pirate, with a stoic shyness and a focus of kindness that evoked tininess

As the local Wiseman's—

Motors livened

Sleeping amongst a shoal of fly fish in the inner coastal highlands, in the unprovoked tide

The local Wiseman's focus widened further than the telescope of the pirates by standing on the shoulders of their heroic giants
The local Wiseman referred to their oceans highness only as
“Poseidon“

The encroaching pirate, got up, so close, he could've wiped the coal from its eyelid

05-29-2022, 07:42 PM	#1
Frank Senior Member Join Date: Oct 2001 Posts: 3,228 Champed - NWL Season 2 - Art of Writing League (5x) - Lime Green Poetry Association - AOWL Season 6 - AOWL Season 10 Rep Power: 3853347	*Poseidon* The crowing of pirates broke the silence like the crows flying out of the closed confinement The locals of the island: known as Wiseman: lived in this remote environment, since the coast divided The Pirates unloaded the shoals of fly fish & almost winded up capsized from the oceans over-suppliage The net opened wide & swallowed the whole island, holding the shoals of fly fish inside ropes of surprisement Seagulls dove and glided, as the foam subsided… the boat rided out on the corrosive tide And they controlled the strident shoals from diving further into the deep blue seas molted Zion Nets thrown by pirates, molded the shoals of fly fish, the ocean provided enough fish to feed a whole pirate: bloated their diet The pirate’s boat floated migrant onto the lonesome island, it slowly grinded a long the shore line, eroding with refinement The shoals of the fly fish rose out of the water to show us and guide us to the unpatrollable mines troving with diamonds According to the local Wiseman The caves were glowing with Pyrite, Lava Stone’s, Kyanite & Rhodochrosite Gold in their eyesight: gold in their smiles, gold in their hindsight: the golden horizon made their faces glow with excitement According to the chaperoning Hawaiians: if you go beyond the Mangroves and Cypress, past the foothill emboldened in high cliffs And Parrots: past the guano pilings, past the road that widens, there is, where you will find the Hope Diamond… The boatmen guided the hopeless pirates, who, ignored their bestowed advisement, insistent on going to find it The waves became opposing and violent, churning, around the insociable islet, unapproachable and gyrant The tumultuous fly fish poured into the boat, spiraling into their noses, spinning out of control, like an oceanic riot The Pirates toes were opening hybrid, trying to gather their composure, while dying, to breathe, in, between, the, moments of dryness The ocean frightened the locals of the island from going to find the Hope Diamond, because they were convinced that they were Watched over by tyrants The ultraviolet rays showed their brightness, from above the surface, through the troublesome current: exposing their iris The Pirates continued to drown in the cold, iciness, of the undertow, defiant, flailing, their, arms, like, shoals of the fly fish Like a choking heimlich, the tallest wave crashed down and the boat divided, throwing the pirates overboard into the frozen climate According to the local Wiseman The tall tales, weren’t hoaxes prescribed to keep them from poaching their island; they were for their own good, for their own enlightenment Like an old tire, The Pirates sunk below, just trying to breathe, minus degrees, oxygen, low on its mileage The cutthroat pirates found themselves being trolled through the oceans island like the saliva from an opened hydrant The pirates motioned to the Wiseman, who, had, told, them, that, trying to find the coastal diamond was like atonement, excilement The local Wiseman’s foreboding demise meant that from Poland to Thailand, Moldova to Iran “The stories were true.” According to the boatmen and pilots, there is something “steadily lurking in the deepest zones of this island.” An emotionless pirate held his breath, chest: closing and tightened, his breath, postponed and heightened Blue in the face The Pirate came across the glowing mine and became so delighted, it, revolted & binded, before he could stow the diamonds Devoted and tireless, the moping pirate swam, around, like, a shoal of fly fish What he saw, he couldn’t emote or describe: Poking and prying: he was smoldered and blinded The bubbles a long the coast line provided clues for the local Wiseman, each bubble was loaded with ions Without any ennobled alliance, the lonesome pirate was forced to face the droning titan, awoken by lightning Flare gun in his holster, firing the flare until the hole ignited, exploding mindless— The poaching pirate froze, eyeless, as the ocean confided in the boasting pirate; patch on, one, eye, sewed to alignment The dozing goliath: sized up, the unimposing pirate, with a stoic shyness and a focus of kindness that evoked tininess As the local Wiseman's— Motors livened Sleeping amongst a shoal of fly fish in the inner coastal highlands, in the unprovoked tide The local Wiseman's focus widened further than the telescope of the pirates by standing on the shoulders of their heroic giants The local Wiseman referred to their oceans highness only as “Poseidon“ The encroaching pirate, got up, so close, he could've wiped the coal from its eyelid __________________ *VETWORK*