A Famous Tale Of Fortune Springs To Mind

Poem By Anthony Fry

In those day's I would embark on majestic voyages of sexual paradise.
young virulent handsome men, mariners with a dashing personality,
a conquest in every port, with us a phantom in every maidens thoughts.

Oh! how wonderful to reminisce those great romantic times I miss,
casting our sensual pleasures into the outwitting nights, drinking and dancing,
replenishing life's beauty on our endless ocean journeys of emotional fatigues,

an individualistic crew whose thoughts were of fortune, fantasy, adventure,
a melancholy camaraderie and anticipated excitement created from ' LAND AHOY '

once in the warm harbors, the roaring seas,
those raging storms, the crew can forget,
a crack of lightning strikes, whistling winds,
monotonous motions, what the heck,
all perilous thoughts become washed away,
mercilessly to return another day,
the antagonistic high seas can so so quickly turn into an irascible engulfing enemy,

heavenly yearning female bodies so divine,
uninhibited emotions we can't decline,
a distant view of an Island, a landfall-reflection maybe Paradise or vastness of Isolation's,
to all seafaring souls who have been and gone remembered like a lighthouse for ever on,

a famous tale of fortune springs to mind, times on Papeete-Paradise Eternal Perhaps.

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