Best Washed Up Poems
Where the Jester lies
beaten against the cold shore,
the Queen of Hearts sings.
What once was such a beloved auto, shiny and new is now
A rusty sad shell of her dazzling days gone by as she
Stands so pitifully on tall grasses sprouting inside and out.
Her horn hushed permanently, almost unrecognizable with
Eyes completely blinded by vandals. She feels abandoned and
Desperate to recapture what was once such a gay life, with
United family outings...happy memories of attending
Picnics near the sunny sea shore or park, and so much more...
Now sun baked, she sizzles in the junk yard graveyard. Her
Only comfort, being surrounded by others looking worse off as she
Waits...willing to give parts of herself to help others in need.
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Rusted and Busted
Sponsor Casarah Nance
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The tide and heavy seas
had washed up a wealth
of treasures to lay at my feet
spread out in a long line
just like the way wares
are displayed on the street
of an outdoor market.
Shells, some polished
to a sheen others just broken
shards of a puzzle never
to be put back together again.
Tresses of weed, float bladders,
a cuttlefish bone and globs
of jellyfish shaped like petrified
tears as if once welled
out of the eyes of a whale.
Then there was a hoard
of man made stuff, plastic cups
and brightly coloured beads
of who knows what, spoons
and bottle tops, matted balls
of red and green twine
and fishing line knitted into
swatches of transparent twill,
a smorgasbord of human
endeavor all laid out in wonder
and ready to kill.
Washed up on the beach
Sand wet against my face
Grit covering my soaked gown
Tasting the salt in my airways
Trying to pull my body up
From the sludge left by the tide
My arms weak from swimming out to sea
Sudden realization that the ocean spat me out
Gathering my resources
I slowly scramble to my knees then feet
You watched me walk away
Into the heavy drink
Flitting your eyes
As if to say "goodbye"
But no word you uttered
Looking morose but yet relieved
Only your cold stare
To send me a farewell
Tears you never shed
When I plunged within the angry surf
No glances back as you lingered by the driftwood
Satisfaction in your poisonous pride
Oh yes, let me go
Cleanse me water of deep
The promises made not kept
If you saw a stranger
Being carried out by moons light
Your nature to rescue a wretch
Ah, but me
Not you to swim after me
Leave me in Neptune's lair
Without any thought of joining
Not even a tear for me
Succumbed to the beckoning
The dark waters caress over me
As rays of crystals gleam
The sunrise illuminated the bottom
Translucent spotlights on me
Out of body and fragmented mind
When the hands of the forever star
Made my abyss no more
They left me on the coast
Where I could now breath
Shrouded by angelic arms
All that you left
A cigarette on the bank
Without a match
Guess you thought
I wouldn't come back
Strewn with cuts and a three day growth,
His face all covered in blood,
He wears torn denim jeans, with holes in its pockets,
And an overcoat splattered in mud,
And every day he walks through the door of his life,
His brain hungover and dead,
Not caring if he kills or is killed off himself,
Not listening to the pleas that are said,
From his legs from his chest from his body inside,
The pleas screamed out from his throat,
Tired of the pain and hurt from his past,
Not listening to his little ghost,
He’s the washed up and flung out former detective,
Now a hitman roaming this land,
Killing for cash in a broken down body,
His own wreck, ravage, ruin, his own brand.
Did
Andy
then clean up-
with his brillo
pad
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The sand seeping through my toes
Down by the clear ocean water
I look into the vast beyond
Something catches my eye
A girl, washed up onto the shore
As I come near it seems quite *****
A tail I see? A fish no less?
Be a women she must
Afraid to touch her, but I must
As her eyes awaken
Her eyes indeed how beautiful
Blue as the sea beyond
Awestruck like no women I’ve seen
Love I feel, for women or beast?
No matter all women to me
Only one in the sea
Can I control they love for thee
She is only but a mystery
From dawn till dusk she rules the sea
King and Queen we shall be