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Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
He came home from the jungle so they thought,
A brand new man,
Left at 17 scared and alone,
With no one to hold his hand.
So he decided to tell us now
What he couldn’t say back then.
He had a plan.
And he tells us now the only way he can.
He left a message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And that message in the bottle
Tells us about a broken man.
And the loneliness he shares within the shadows,
Of the things that might’ve been.
Of how he could not throw the stone because,
He’d seen the writing on the wall and in the the sand.
So he takes another drink and thinks,
About the girl he knew in school.
About how he wrote her everyday from the bungle in the jungle.
Like a lovesick fool.
While his buddy dies in his arms,
She sings Soldier boy
I’ll be true to you.
Neither one of them had a clue,
About the message in the bottle.
Or that the message in the bottle would leave that girl broken hearted,
And bitter,
And black and blue.
When he came home,
With the message of the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And I saw that man the other day,
And for the first time
In a long time he had,
A look of peace.
And the ex wife just turned away so sad.
All his regrets, now with him in the grave.
While their son still runs the streets.
And I guess some day he’ll have to stop and read,
The message in bottle.
It’s all his father had to leave.
He didn’t know quite how to face the pain.
He came home but his soul always stayed,
Behind the message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only ever brings,
pain and grief.
He found his message in the bottle.
He lost his message in a bottle.
He lost his message in the bottle.
“It’s all inside your head the other girl said”
I guess she’s never read,
The message of the bottle.
ADRIFT AT SEA*
sea-worn bottle,
bobs on a digital tide.
inside, not paper brittle with salt,
but luminous lines of light,
coded in metaphors and rhyme.
message tossed
into the sea.
unknown sender,
no harbor designated, no destination
on any map.
it drifts, a lonely vessel,
across oceans of indifference,
until…
a seacoast appears,
unsummoned,
unexpected.
my eyes, the sand.
my mind, the beach.
I pick it up,
this delicate thing,
uncorking the silence.
The words flow out,
a story whispered,
a feeling shared,
across lifetimes,
across the vacuity.
suddenly,
I am the address.
the recipient unknown,
FOUND.
the message delivered.
the poem,
HOME.
*Note: I posted this poem at Poetry Soup in June 2025 then deleted it (www.poetrysoup.com › poem › adrift_at_sea_1740391). This is my original poem and has not been plagiarized. Also, this poem was recently published in Highland Park Poetry’s Anthology titled MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE. I am blessed.
A message sent across the miles to raise in you a thousand smiles,
Well if not a thousand then a few for sure, then later perhaps a thousand more,
Like a message in a bottle to brighten up your day,
To make you think of good times past, cast lonesome thoughts away,
Perhaps a love has gone forever, but great memories you keep,
Once love is found its never lost as long as you can bear the cost,
The cost is just to give that love away, to everyone you meet,
Till one fine day, a while from now, you’ll surely love again,
And find another love, to cast away the shadows and drive away the pain,
We never know, nor can we tell, we just have to wait and see,
And heed the immortal words in song of Eva Cassidy,
'Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true’,
Its just life’s trials, so let them pass on by,
Just aim for the stars and you’ll surely reach the sky,
Keep your attitude of gratitude with you every day,
And cast that love you have within, to all, in every kind of way.
I place my message in a bottle
Will you even be able to read these words?
This planet we destroyed is left for your use
try to rebuild it
it was once a beautiful place
A gift we did not deserve
We used to love her so
and then we neglected her calls
she warned us of our impending doom
still we thought we had time
when she struck us we did not understand
why did we not heed her groans?
Now we are but a memory
a sad footnote in time
Only you are left to read these pathetic words
it is best that we are completly forgotten
This shell that remains is our legacy
what will you do?
Is there anything left to rebuild?
I offer my ancient prayer
this is all I have left to give.
Message in a Bottle Poetry Contest.
I owe you a proper entry, thanks for letting me know about my error.
Message in a bottle
I love the coast and a fresh morning breeze
The salt air inspires me for no reason at all
The sun rises, as I ponder this great universe
God’s great earth is a miracle bestowed before my very eyes
I stumbled and fell
Over a washed up log on the beach
Daydreaming you see has its perils
Alas it was no log at all, to my ardent surprise
Could it be?
I have received a message in a bottle?
What luck the Irish seem to have
A romantic notion, who would write to me?
A pretty lass perhaps, taken a fancy?
I dream to much, and no such luck
Seems its from a broken man, from another time
Poured his heart into the bottle
In more ways than one
Never the less, was a tall and weepy tale
Of a love that was locked and hidden
A love that would never come to be
I confess this to be true
I added a few drops to the ocean that day
I rushed to the village as fast as I could
I was so sure now, of what I should
She was opening the shop, it was still bright and early
Shy as a lark, she whispered good morning tiss surely
Why I hugged her so tight and readily agreed
Bottle in hand, she thought I was tipsy
I assured her the bottle I hold is not of whiskey
For in it I saw the wisdom of acting
You shall be mine oh pretty lady
Lost souls in waiting, we shall never be
I smiled like the devil and dropped to me knees
Messages in bottles come way too late
Lets us not leave such messages to fate
Be mine, you know its true
Lets not squander messages from the blue
FLOTILLA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
her heart, once a crammed attic,
overflowing with yesterday’s dusty relics,
became a barren room.
each secret—a silent, fragile confession,
she scrawled on paper thin as skin,
slipped into the throat of antique glass.
a cardboard ark, ferrying her bottled truths,
down to the shore she walked,
where the sea sighs secrets of its own.
a flotilla of confessions and longing,
a bobbing armada of regret,
pushed by the tide—away, away, away.
she raised her hands in farewell
releasing all her burdens,
their echoes fading on salty winds
>>>>>>>>> Seeing a moment in life when time passed, I say
like a new pearl added too, upon a string of others,
transcends, crystalize into your present,
Touch someone with your words of wisdom, know
your remark transcends, becomes their own,
solidifies into their circumstances,
Speak from your mind, that which came from your heart
so too, truly touch one, an others soul,
like a breath of fresh air,
Hear sounds of nature, whispering winds enchants,
like ancient mariners set a message in a bottle
sent by sea, too anyone, for your well being,
Smell fragrant flowers that will come your way
some unexpected, your senses, six found, 'sense of direction',
will bring you joy, love, feeling of peace, on any given day
you may feel like you are alone
hoping you could just come home
like a message in a bottle on the shore
like a penny face down on the floor
or a raft stuck on the open sea
always remember you have me
don’t forget the moon sits alone too
keeping a close watch over you
like a bird on a branch’s end
before the snow moves through again
or like the last leaf left on the tree
always remember you have me
the sun wakes up alone after the night
but it’s always shining O so bright
saying everything through its silence
like a lighthouse warns ships of violence
or dove that’s flies around so free
always remember you have me
a lone flower in a field of grain
and the first falling drop of rain
from a single cloud pushing by
throwing his tears across the sky
or the rainbow you can barely see
always remember you have me
Ordinary wasn't good enough for his love-filled notion
So he bottled his message and floated it into deep ocean.
Telling her he knew, red rose was her favorite flower
Made of sweet memories and petals that never cower,
Adorned with his sweet love of heart to heart appeal
Destined for heavenly encounter by cupid's secret deal.
In a faraway land a couple argued causing a breach
When boyfriend split, leaving her alone on a beach.
Disappointed she sought refuge from ocean breeze,
As evening dimmed and anguish refused to ease.
Twilight made a futile attempt to cheer her teary eyes
When moon peeked with assurances in distant skies,
Seeing the tides reaching their final leg on ocean
Delivering the bottle swiftly with bouncing wavy motion.
She opened the bottle curiously as angels watched merrily
Hanging about to ensure she read every word carefully.
Reading cherubic verses, enamored by his sincere plea
Embracing heightened elation, she set herself free.
Smiling broadly she called him, amid visions of divine sign
And he cheered mightily having found his sweet-valentine.
January 30, 2018
Placed 2nd: Brian's Choice 7 Contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd: Best rhyming 2018 contest by John Hamilton
Placed 8th in premiere valentine contest by Nayda Ivette Negron