Best Jetsam Poems

Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead! These are castaways of Hades, 
rid of depth, stranded upon...

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While the shadows fall so widely
we shall embrace a moment
for a moment will fill
all the shells empty; holding nothing
but time—days n' days
without love

The wedding procession covered
you in flowers and white
floating through the candle light
dragging crisp white fingers lightly
through lilies fair
While the shadows fall so widely
and...

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There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go

My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas

I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight...

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Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box,
Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out.
Recuperating with tiny box to resume,
 Munndane tasks...

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The sea was calm on that fateful day
The crew keen and eager to get on their way
The cargo was loaded, all men were on board
The captain at the helm was standing tall

They raised the anchor with a mighty cry
And bade farewell with a heartfelt sigh
Leaving...

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On
the beach,
ebb & flow-
with no place to
go


Anthony Gormley's installation Another place


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Each dawn's debris sort
of wreckage from day before
yields jetsam just junked 
and flotsam break-up relics.
On the beach who can tell which?...

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Irrelevant boyhood arcane flotsam and jetsam...

Impossible mission to jettison
nonetheless laughter iz best medicine
more enjoyable with vignette aye fabricate
(think swifty taylor harried style)
ah... voila - metaphorical light bulb Edison
would appreciate.

Martha Groff a classmate
the youngest of four progeny
born approximately nine months after late
February/early March nineteen fifty nine
born...

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Sitting on the end jetty stone
 wet to knees in higher waves 
as granite wears into aching tailbones
Toes cramp in shiver shudder cold
gripping and clawing at permafrost wind chill
like a  washed out windswept sandstone toothache 
throbbing and thundering in
captured cloudburst passion
High tide clasping wet...

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In
our
landfull 
sites today-
tomorrow's treasures
that will amaze in future hands....

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We float amidst the flotsam and jetsam
Seemingly immune to the debris field
Moving past the invisible, the hushed,
Focused only on the we, of us

Our minds deny the truth of what we see
Refuses to face the rising of the waves
Cannot hear the crushing surfs refrain
“I’ve come again…..again…..a...

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There is a place inside
where the crime and grime hides
All thoughts and fails lie lifeless hand in hand
In the shadow of lies told
darkness unseen
knees cradled
head bent
furtively looking up
in fear that darkness
will feed upon
this dead atom
My make shift soul
Trapped in flotsam skin and jetsam bone
Never felt...

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Do you strive to be poetic,
while forgetting to be a poet

Your words when forced an epitaph
to what you never said

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)...

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Over the horizon, 
on distant shores
lies my message in a bottle
cast askew on the beach
with other remnant memories
and hopes in tatters scattered
strewn among the drift wood debris
dead soldier memories lying face down
castaway sailor survivor sobs long gone,
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent

On distant...

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