Waves pound wild 'gainst coastal rocks,

The night is black as coal;

Covert, away from mooring docks

Ten smugglers give their all.


The moon illuminates the sky

It highlights men and boats;

Oilskins donned to keep them dry

As sea-surf salts their coats.


A lookout stationed up on high

To sound the signal when,

He notes a troop patrolling nigh...

He spies the excise men.


Below him are his hearty mates,

Each adept and handy,

Unloading scores of casks and crates...

Tobacco, rum and brandy.


Secreted well in ghostly caves

They store their pirate booty;

Thwarted, by the crashing waves,

The taxmen halt their duty.


As daylight breaks upon the beach,

The veil of darkness shed;

The ten are safely beyond reach,

At rest, at home, in bed.




  • Goldfinch60

    Those days of yore when the coasts were rife with illicit goods - by god that rum always tasted better then.


      Some things never change Andy. My poem could be set in 2019!

      Ex animo, Alan

    • Fay Slimm

      A breath of illicit excitement in every line and thank you sincerely for this special posting my friend.

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      Would make a good intro to a novel!

      Good rhythm & flow.

      Class poem as usual!


      • ALAN .S. JEEVES

        Thanks Dan, I appreciate your words - lets call the novel 'Brexit'

        Kind regards, Alan

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          Oh a horror & thriller with deceit & unrest added for depth!

          I wonder who the villain will eventually be?

          The biggest question about your novel will be the conclusion?



        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          ANGELA HERE (9pm in NZ !) We dont get a lot of SMUGGLERS in NZ (too far from everywhere !) I love all FAYS Poems and your promised one about her beloved CORNWALL ! BRIAN & I love Cornwall and he has promised me a weekend in Spring 2020 ! A beautifully structured and exciting story in perfect Rhyme & Rhythm ! We are all benefitting from from your Rhymesmith ! BRIAN is in his beloved LAB today - please check - thanks !

          Blessings & Peace & Joy
          Yours Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • ALAN .S. JEEVES

            Hello Angela,
            Good to hear from you and receive your kind words floating through the air from there.
            Is Brian (in the lab) Doctor Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?

            Ex animo, Alan

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Thanks ALAN ! The web does shorten the Time & Distance but I wish I could *BEAM BRIAN UP* from the UK ! He spends a lot of time in LABS as he is Head of Applied Science (Senior Lecturer) and yes he does morph a bit into Doctor J when he is in the Lab. He loves the new Microbiology Lab which is so important for teaching Hygeine & Path Lab Work. I spent a lot of times in Biology & Human Biology Labs when I was training (PHYSIOTHERAPY) and my three Practical Rooms are my Clinic - Hydrotherapy Pool & the Gym which can be just as lethal as any Lab ! Because we are both Scientists it helps us to understand each others Passion for our Work ! Thanks for your comment & Q !

              Yours ANGELA (NZ) 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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