Am I on an island launching bottles out to sea
beached at the waterline will someone rescue me
I'm drowning not waving as the boats go by
abandoned at high tide does anyone hear my cry
here am I sad to say writing messages in the sand
marooned a lonely castaway will somebody lend a hand
if I'm on an island will my ship come in
or has it run aground did it go down
with only thoughts of you to keep me alive
when will my ship ever arrive
here on an island sending signals from the shore
stranded high and dry will no one hear my call
found my freedom a big mistake I made
there's not another living soul around
loneliness the price I paid
and my tears are the only sound
if only my time I could rewind
but am I really on a deserted island
or is it only in my mind
I'm on an island
marooned
a lonely castaway
beached at the waterline
launching bottles out to sea
abandoned
high and dry
my boat went down
it ran aground
but wait
what's that I see
can it be
a footprint in the sand
someone to lend a hand
my ship's come in
it's at the quay
no more sending signals
from the shore
the weekend's here
to rescue me
Run Aground
Arr, Matey! Me ship has run aground,
In this shallow world, I search for character, but none to be found.
Through me spyglass, a foggy, distant world, unclear,
This incessant devil bird squawking in me ear.
A chest full of silver, gold, and jewels galore,
But what I treasure most is a love forevermore.
There is a dash of salt in me
Garnered from my years at sea
Neptune, I honored and did plea
For the eternal calming lee
Then a hurricane winked at me
Such a storm was that lady
I tried my best to sail and flee
But she was such a pretty she
Now we live beside a tree
My new anchor and salty me
A Pale blue glass pane
Stands before thy soul
Limbs connected with chain
Contained in this hell hole
Life’s constraints all around
A life running aground
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Like An Old And Worn Battleship Hard And Fast Ran Aground
Walking wearisome road, dollar in pocket, my knife in right hand
nothing in sight but wicked are the many alluring sounds
Hard are long nights rest in this dangerous raging land
for now nothing, nothing seems to be out of bounds.
Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
with no celebration , no parade, no marching bands
Just the hammer blows on and on they wickedly pound
at each winching pain, crowd cheers in the upper stands
Fork ahead, promises mysteries, be they for good or bad
ah but that is the dear spice in life our spirit seeks.
Many are the joys, pains and sad regrets I have had
yet nothing beats kisses laid on my darling's rosy cheeks.
Like an old and worn battleship hard and fast ran aground
Off beyond the horizon, again comes that fast flowing sound!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23-2016
Note-- Sonnet written to remind me life holds future surprises , hope and
blessings but one must still remember the hard lessons of the past.
Battle myself
Where's wisdom then wealth?
God really care?
Just have a stare
Great detriment to my health!