come gather up these fragments of hope and place them some place safe for they are rare coins from of the chest of dreams sunken treasure from the ship of belief now resting at the bottom of the sea of despair but beware not all the pirates are dead
Wise words. Without one even knowing how it happened — a pirate has stolen our hope.
Guard hope in the heart’s treasure chest.
The mind can be stolen from much easier than the heart, especially if the heart’s compass points to True North; it has the protection of God’s guard dogs.
Read Between the Minds 
The last 7 lines are kind of cool, I will beware 🙂
Wise words. Without one even knowing how it happened — a pirate has stolen our hope.
Guard hope in the heart’s treasure chest.
The mind can be stolen from much easier than the heart, especially if the heart’s compass points to True North; it has the protection of God’s guard dogs.
so very true. all pirates are not dead-they never are.
Lovely, with a menacing end.
The heart resides
Within this chest
The chest, this breath
And blood of life
so well said. a lovely poem to safeguard hope against despair..
Hope has also to be guarded.
You take me on a treasure hunt
now I am looking over my shoulder for pirates
~ too many scurvy dogs lingering in this life my friend
Love it! Have a fabulous day!
Oh this is so moving..sad. Well written, as all your writes are.
Never let go of hope, it’s the dream of a soul awake. Hope never abandons us, we abandon it.
Diving for hope. It feels like that sometimes. Sometimes recreational, sometimes a matter of survival. Really like this one.
Even worse, Charles, there are wannabe pirates. They don’t play by the briney rules.
i like the pictures with your poems-very nice together!
Very movingly written. Your imagery is perfect. I really like this a lot!
I feel exactly the same way. Thank you for expressing it so beautifully 🙂
Yup! The manace is real.