Flotsam Poems - Poems about Flotsam

Let assume the stars galaxying and the sun is for instance shine to earth and stay for a while and bounce?, a star for a planet somehow is a sun ...

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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 g a I n……” We walk with naked feet on fresh-wet...

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A running sea chokes the throat of a cave then runs away letting it breathe again. Starfish light-up under a luminescent and radioactive surf, then are pushed into sandbars to dry-up and die. Beach balls are swept ashore, bleached fingerbones lift them over the surf, plastic bottles pile up with ghost lips still attached to them. Soothsayers think we don't know what's coming, but we do....

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He was a Professor of Difficult Sums, Always kept a writing pad near, Just in case of instant revelations, With pencil parked behind one ear. He could quadrate equations With consummate ease And quantum mechanicals He found just a diverting tease. He won the Nobel Prize so often They let him keep the cup, And he wore designer braces To hold designer trousers up. A benefactor...

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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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floating aimless a zig-zag in a time of discovery... were these surreal moments mine lost in thought was life a code poetic...

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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 December third later same year, I speculate, (why superfluous tidbit stuck...

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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 the warmth always joined never part There is a place inside were the...

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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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The flotsam From the deep of unconscious float up pieces of memories, like torn pictures of a past, I can’t recall. I see a child standing on a chair seeing his image in the window. A man, in the street below looks, up smiles. A war plane flies right through the house and disappear Old dreams...

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(with a spark of God) To govern a myriad selection Of one mind and legion. Top tier parasitic collection From every living region. It's not subjective good or evil, Moral or immoral, right or wrong -- But, a wanton cellular mass primeval Versus ego and super-ego strong. Toxic algae over jellyfish abundant, Floating in poisons of our making: CO2, methane, livestock redundant. Do Vegans dream of plant...

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Flotsam The debris strewn along the beach Splintered boat so much out of reach Slewed and scattered across the sand Blue and red wood still to hand Imagination running wild The wreckage of a boat defiled Once a vibrant vessel, seaworthy Now flotsam tossed for all to see One wonders what had happened here Which caused this wreck that instilled fear Did the captain stay alive? Did...

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Landed on the wind-swept shore a chip---a splinter---maybe more, small piece of wood in the surf rubbing against the salt-sand turf. A sliver from sunken battleship, now an underwater sonar blip? Cruise ship chair that came apart, lost by a deck hand not so smart? Splintered mast from racing yacht, port arrival most probably naught? She picked it up and rubbed it clean, carried it along...

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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 their loved ones with a fond embrace Not yet knowing the...

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I saw some flotsam floating by Or maybe it was jetsam. Whichever one it was, I know The river always gets some. It’s strange that if I’d spotted it On sidewalk, road or street, It would have just been detritus That I had chanced to meet. But floating cast-offs seem to take A step up on the scale, For, carried by the currents, They’re explorers setting...

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