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Shimmering sea, glimmering waves
Glistening waters, mirroring moon-glow
Beyond the beaches, coral lagoons
Mellow boroughs, dotting the shore
Rising sun, peaking through the sky
Day has arrived, ousting dark night
Merchant adventurers, sail forth to venture
The deep blue hue, revealed to the crew
Vast is its reach, and cool the salty breeze
Violent are its storms, and mighty its depths
Haunted by sirens, whose tunes take wing
Amid broken dreams, and forlorn hope
Morbid castaways, adrift or ashore
Gaze upon the horizon, dazed and confused
Perhaps they seek, an island of nymphs,
Just like Odysseus, or so they think
This is the sea, daunting and promising
Poseidon’s wonders, for all to see!
All rights released into Public Domain
To all the lonely people out there feeling deserted,
to those whose joys were cut short,
to the unloved, unsought, unknown.
to those who wait in vain for love,
longing for relief from their pains,
to those who had to walk alone
on these dreary paths of life,
to the castaways, reviled and shamed by men,
to those judged and misjudged,
unable to voice the conscience's truth,
to you never given a second chance,
to all accused with no guilts and those admitting wrongs
now banished and abandoned to die,
to those whose friends are now accusers,
and those from whom family withdraws,
to you whose friends have become foes,
and relatives have turned into strangers,
treading the lonely path without a happy wish,
To you I say,
quit your inner pain,
come to the banquet of friends alike with love,
for we are many so despised,
It is but a phase,
a passing phase in time,
leave em all to time,
who dresses all aright.
"Be unfazed before obstacles. Though there are crushing walls and boundaries, set no limit, but walk-through”
By Poet
on a sea strand, have you watched empty shells
mercilessly tossed from sea to shore and from shore to sea?
often I shrink and reduce to such a shell,
with jagged and broken edges, colorless and empty
among many castaways, I lie half buried under the sand
waiting for some wave to wash me away.
how tedious is my voyage
shuttling from father to mother and from mother to father
unable to openly confess who weighs more
on the balance of preference
through how many alleys and by ways
I have wandered, questioning my identity!
am I a puffer fish, being toxic the fisher men have discarded?
or a jarring note in a discordant symphony?
I wonder! I often ask myself!
destined to grow in mercurial climes,
planted in arid shallow soil
with the tap root trimmed, branches pruned,
and growth denied,
I, a stunted bonsai!
still I dream to be a towering tree,
that in profusion gives fruits and shade
a midget aspiring to be a Goliath
a hollow reed,
longing at once to be the singer and the song!
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November.7.2022
2022 Marathon Mile.26. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
~Placed Second~
Unburden a ‘U’ Word Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Constance La France
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 just being there
stranded cockles ooze under for cover
waves surge up and run out
tides rise and ebb
surfers smile, turn and head back out
ghosts of lovers walk the beach hand in hand
cries of kids playing echo in the splash and hiss of waves
kites ply the skies
pearly shells beckon beach-combers
cuttlefish and seahorse skeletons stark white
buried in the flotsam and jetsam
wood debris worn smooth and bleached
smelly old seaweed dried-out leathery
action aplenty, memorabilia.
On distant shores
the hiss and roar of waves
the glare of the sun
the coming and going of the sand
moved in drifts by wind and wave
drowns out all the memories
cast ashore as debris and litter
on a graveyard shore
where fresh footprints are washed away
where lingering wanderers
see, feel, touch and taste in the moment
but where no one hears
the stories locked away
in the debris fields of dead memories, silent.
Oh great protector
Of all the worlds human sectors
Rain falls on the erector scale
It came down without fail
So many of us left out to bail
Without anything to sail
Human kindness
People helping people
Without blindness
It's things like this that remind us
We will be able to put this behind us
America's spirit will get through it
The water just blew through it
Everything old and new totally screwed
Nothing could be truer
In how the winds grew
The rains came stunningly
Like a facet left running
Washed our city of Houston away
All on this 27th day of August 2017
Like Catrina, Harvey packs a punch
Put so many worlds into a crunch
Nothing left but a homeless bunch
Castaway stranded for days
People coming together in extraordinary ways
Everything we know in a complete maze
Human perseverance
Without the government's interference
We all praise our first responders
For saving so many left to wonder
Mile after mile the city has been reduced
To nothing but rubble piles
It will take a miracle and a great while
To reconcile all the lives broken without smiles
I prayed through wave after wave
Of mother natures conflict rave
That washed so much history away
With thousands of people that have no choice
But to stay and rebuild there lives day after day
The good old fashion way people helping people
Human kindness in extraordinary ways
“Mother Earth Speaks”
From the east she awakens
Her nightly slumber aroused
Splashing her face
With thundering waves
Her eyes open to
Snow covered peaks
Valleys rich with green
Forests filled with feathered melodies
And deserts for castaways
Pondering her motherly thoughts
Rivulets of tears
Flow down her cheeks
She speaks
I’ve given you life
I’ve given you bread
The wind to cool you
The sun to warm you
The rain so you may not thirst
You have taken my soil
Rubbed it over your naked body
Made love in my meadows
Bathed in my rain
Danced in my darkness
You no longer
Touch me as a lover
Tracing lines down my spine
You no longer
Lie beside me
Flesh to flesh
Lost in my perfume
Can you not see?
Cast your eyes around
My body is heating
My glaciers are calving
My oceans are rising
My forests are burning
The wind no longer sails
Through my valleys
It Hisses
It Screams
It Thrashes
It Scars
Must I tell you more?
You are sucking my breasts dry
There is little milk to give
You have thrown me against
The wall of time
You have kicked me in
My birthing place
My heart bleeds
You are no longer my lover
You who do not know me
Do not love me
Your denial reeks
Your children will
Never know me
Dear Father Time
Treat them kindly
Spare them your Wrath
“Nota Bene”
Lon 4/12/2016
"Nota Bene" A Latin phrase (or its abbreviation) used to indicate that special attention should be paid to something
Life is war
Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea
Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
Lost and stranded in a mental maze
Strafing bullets through the purple haze
letting in a ray of sun
Oh, oh, Life is war...
wondering if this is what's meant to be
or is there changing one's own destiny
to bring joy to everyone
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
We're surrounded by our enemies,
back to back we fight while on our knees,
as we pray for better days
Oh, oh, Life is war...
we stumble on through each catastrophe,
trying to find joy in the misery,
as we try to find our way
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
yes, love soldiers on
yes, love soldiers on
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 09,2019
Once, I had a reverie that I lived in an emerald lush valley,
Deep and opulent with tangled branches and a flowing stream;
My home was a cabin with planks azure blue painted so brightly,
The rain came unexpectedly and swiftly and beautiful in my dream;
And the birds called with a frenzied fear and with a terrifying scream.
I heard the thunder rumble in the distance, reverberating,
Soothing raindrops dripping in a delightful and melodious tempo;
Then the wind and rain were suddenly hitting my cabin, hammering,
Water flooded the stream and rain fell quickly into the valley also;
My home began to tremble as the deluge cascaded into my window.
I was lost in roaring waves struggling to hold onto something solid,
My blue door drifted by and I grasped onto it as I flowed away;
I heard a familiar meow and my calico cat climbed aboard with a thud,
We swirled with the rising water, twirling and spinning and whirling;
Above and down the other side of the valley we glided- two castaways.
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January 23, 2015
Poetry/Verse/The Rain Came
Copyright Protected, ID 01-635-375-23
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, 100 In A Row --9
sponsor, PD, Judged 02/2015
First Place
A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead
inducing a deluge of emotions
moved across thousands of darkened souls
Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart
Strangers like me
To us, you were a friend
we live vicariously through words we couldn't write
thoughts that help us defend
against wolves attacking for spite
we battle predators until the end
paper mache hearts now confettied and contrite
When in need of a voice to understand
you are the poet on which we lean
like a crutch of a crippled, broken man
assisting our stride and making us gleam
Mean pride, through our veins, does pulse
your gift - a gold ingot - exclusively ours
now smelted - our throats convulse
as if poisoned by many whiskey sours
Cancer soiled your beautiful brain
muddied thoughts and took your life
washing future elegance down the drain
freaks are shredded with strife
like targets at a firing range
Suddenly gone leaving the lives bereft
upon which you left your mark
warrior, graciously, exit...stage left
a celestial journey calls to you embark
Created the soundtrack for our misfit lives
making memories connected to your art
our hope that your music survives
thousands of years touching many a heart
A collective "Thank you Neil"
us castaways won't soon forget
how your lyrics and talent made us feel
ghost ride to your garden in the sunset
once I had a reverie that I lived in an emerald lush valley,
deep and opulent with tangled branches and a flowing stream;
my home had a front door of azure blue painted so brightly,
the rain came unexpectedly and swiftly and beautiful in my dream;
and the birds called with a frenzied fear and with a terrifying scream.
I heard the thunder rumble in the distance reverberating,
soothing raindrops dripping in a delightful and melodious tempo;
then the wind and rain were suddenly hitting my home hammering,
water flooded the stream and rain fell quickly in the valley thundering;
my home began to tremble as the deluge cascaded into my window.
I was lost in roaring waves struggling to hold onto something solid,
my blue door drifted by and I grasped onto it as I flowed away;
hearing the familiar meow of my calico she climbed aboard all wilted,
we swirled with the rising water leaving the valley without delay;
above and down the other side of the valley we glided- two castaways
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March 23, 2015 (re-write from January 23, 2015)
Poetry/Quintain/and the rains came
Copyright Protected, ID 01-656-381-23
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Entered in the Standard contest, Any Poem #33,
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 04/2015
4th Place