Jetsam Poems - Poems about Jetsam

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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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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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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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 the dry shallow Interred where the sun bleaches out the shadows till...

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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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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 shores turtles hatch alligators bask in the sun seagulls argue and caw fishermen love...

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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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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 when everything is drab and drowsy. Rejuvenating with break for tea...

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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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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 spills all The red tide of hope drowning The fabled fathoms of...

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On the beach, ebb & flow- with no place to go Anthony Gormley's installation Another place http://www.bbc.co.uk/liverpool/content/articles/2005/07/05/art_antony_gormley_feature.sht ml...

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

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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 claw reach at ever pulling moon brings with it all...

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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 the candle light twirled through your hair Twist a finger,...

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