Long Marooned Poems
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A scarlet daydreamer marbled in blue velvet
marooned in confidence mired in yucky mucky chucks
Twas a heist at gunpoint to honor those petted
I have brained the threshold and my mind turned to suds
On the premature notion that I have accepted
I have slipped and slid on a bed of clipped rosebuds
I have cast mirrors to purpose hexed
My expectations demanded the least contention
I cannot fathom the necessity for compassion
The visual aspects do not summon a cry for vexation
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I require life touches to ensure my future
I ought to lift higher and higher like a soul sensation
I must smooch with our solar star curvature
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
Need for satisfaction
Ride captain ride onboard my mystery ship
Chart by stars sways the course
Yet a fragile world spurns to its lip
Of its inner voices of remorse
I am no redeemer but an apple chip
I need to be merely left as none to procrastination
unburied and left to stare at the granite tombstone
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I found my want to be left as an abandon
I do not need benevolent funds from association
And I deplore closeted affection
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction
I am lacking for a good connection
I need Dai-lee llamas that traverse the Andes ascension
The certainties will formulate its need for satisfaction.
When the sad vision sinks in darkness depth to see
the unfathomable soul as the tranquil deep sea,
I fail to find out where the stream I cry flows to lie
beyond the edge of the marooned mind until it’s dry.
The mangled mind swirls in the whirlpool of sorrow,
like the churning cloud the winds of despair blow
across the melancholic sky turning grey from blue,
where with my broken wings I can’t fly with you.
The sunburst horizon fails to glint the face of gloom,
in wilted plants of my wasteland the buds don’t bloom.
Their missing scent like your love wafts in my heart,
for I’ve lost you, and my soul has been split apart.
The sad tune of the agonizing whisper I hear within,
takes me to the joyful time we’ve together seen.
My heart has turned now into a fallen autumn leaf,
floating to the sea of desolation in the river of grief.
Submerged in the flood of maddening crowd,
I see a verdant valley carved out
within the lonesome me drifting away,
displaced from the still stratum of sound
of converging cacophony loud,
I dream attached to the unanchored mind.
In the precinct of the pristine sprawling thicket
I wander on the convolute contours of life.
As the rising sun of promise bursts with colors
on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams,
the leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor
in the sea of silence where I sink within serenity.
In the embracing breeze rippling enticed,
the enchanted boughs dance to its cadence,
make mystique motif with light and shade lattice.
The foliage weaves for me the tapestry of ecstasy
for my dormant dreams to be embellished
to perform the kaleidoscopic show of joy.
With the forlorn life ambling listless
across the amber wilderness of destiny,
I’ve to take a long journey alone.
From the cool cradle of the dense copse
I’ll garner the grandeur of its emerald sheen,
in my marooned mind I’ll strive to stow,
create in my pallid heart a jade meadow.
Walking the last mile in the twilight zone
in the remaining hours of fading glow,
I’ll seek the shade of rest for the last time,
stepping into the waiting woods once again,
see my dreams return longingly enwrapped
in the lengthening shadow of memory.
Years lay over,
tilt to shed tears,
from eaves of leaves
that sway, stay and,
stray away to far beyond.
Lay, lady, lay.
Come allay your fears
and I'll let your colors shine,
if you'll stay with me, for awhile.
Lest, I lay to rest,
a wreath for you,
for the good times we shared
long gone.
The years drift away,
way out wide on the tide.
Marooned as lullabies
of lilting longing shadows,
echoing woe, and go, betides,
way out beyond the breakers,
beyond the lay of years.
The ring of fresh colored flowers,
you once wore around your neck,
now lies forlornly lain,
as a garland of petals,
dropped from a ring of flowers
onto the ground.
Onto the layers of years,
spread out on a mound of tears,
never to grow old,
beyond the lay of years.
Sat all alone beside that muttering shoreline he busied
Himself, diligently, and sewed.
And whilst sewing, sang, in a redundant tongue,
Tales of an unforgiving sea...for in him resided the only
Remaining refuge of the old fathers songs;
But then he had been sired from the loins of a rarer kind...
The last native of a vanished tribe.
Bowed, pale blue mountains in mourning behind,
The forlorn mists slowly gathering below;
Unintelligible utterances from weeping seabirds, those
Shrill, demented cries
Resonating across the marooned, windless bay; plunging
Down, the abrupt outline of towering cliffsides;
And in his voice a great sorrow...that which only the
Truly forsaken could ever possibly know.
Now just abandoned longboats lying beached above the
High-water mark; white sands
And white pebbles still washed by lulling tides;
Sometimes, from out of this little cove, a troubling breeze;
And carrying on this breeze, faint sounds of muted,
Despairing sighs.
For it is the longboats that sigh. They sigh for the
Passing of well schooled and patient hands.
I have been dreaming,
That I found a lover full of love and compassion,
A beautiful mirage in my deserted life.
Sometimes dreams seem to be tuning into reality,
A beacon of hope shines on my stranded boat,
Unluckily I lose the sight in rough seas of emotions,
As realities take over sweet imaginations.
As a marooned sailor of the lonely ship,
I would hang on to the lonely beach,
I would keep dreaming on for the daring rescue,
For if the dreams die, I will fade away like a sea shell in the ocean.
6/1/2023
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Millenniums have I traversed through mists and thunder
Hovering above volcanoes, stretching through sea-caves
My passionate trips surfaced along the meander
Of mountain ridges, swaying like a marooned slave
My autumnal greenness suffered a parch
In the days of searing summer pretty much
During winter the swirling wind laid me astray
Summer again to turn me green from grey
Suffering from others’ pains I writhed
The days of intense agony were built
The confounding rays of sun made me swoon
Was I born again? Was it nature’s boon?
Today I look up at the distant Sun
Covertly content; I have made my run
Doublethink belief origin
We pray ten times a day
Where lies pristinity virgin
Why do blue skies seem grey
Life flows in shallow grooves
Lips recite, nothing moves
Heart fits not, scriptures shoes
Marooned on a reef
Doublethink belief
~~~
Doublethink belief, a new script
We incarnate again
Rituals, with similar drift
Bound by another chain
We wish not to make fuss
But what’s in it for us
We’ve again missed the bus
Anoint a new chief
Doublethink belief
~~~
Doublethink belief, where’s the light
Are we but feeble form
Why eludes us, blissful delight
Seems suffering the norm
Aligning thought, word, deed
Step by step, desires weed
Touch of God, our soul’s need
Alleviate grief
Doublethink belief
02-December-2021
Quietus
uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of marooned mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the strings of present,
fastening in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time configured,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
construed continuum
of elusive eternity
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuality,
emotionally evasive,
abortive climb connotes
futile foray
to somewhere intangible.
If I were famous what would I do, I would send some friends a thousand or two. Family I would pay your bills off, I would not even cough.
If I were famous what would I do, I would pray it would not make me blue. Many lives have been ruined,
many have been left marooned.
If I were famous what would I do,
for myself I must be true.
I just want health and peace, my prayers to God will not cease.
Date Written 2/19/2021 Note: I Play the lottery from time to time. Each time with a prayer to God to win so I can help others. One day in His timing.