One couple of days, clothed in nakedness, singly composed, and all in dismay
stayed off course, legally corrupt, credit a bill, and comp a tip, to leave and stay
yet, the nightmares I dream, on rocky feather bed cot, are dry bed streaming
ripped from their seam, well dressed, blessing and cursing all steaming.
Second of the first, the last day starts in May, friends are out and in friction,
seas don't rise for joy, nor can a drowning soul, can't will be truth in fiction
I blindly see an eye opener, lose luck, hear muted sighs, tighten, and roar
gone now loosely stuck in the lost and found, again and nevermore.
Am I on an island launching bottles out to sea
beached at the waterline will someone rescue me
I'm drowning not waving as the boats go by
abandoned at high tide does anyone hear my cry
here am I sad to say writing messages in the sand
marooned a lonely castaway will somebody lend a hand
if I'm on an island will my ship come in
or has it run aground did it go down
with only thoughts of you to keep me alive
when will my ship ever arrive
here on an island sending signals from the shore
stranded high and dry will no one hear my call
found my freedom a big mistake I made
there's not another living soul around
loneliness the price I paid
and my tears are the only sound
if only my time I could rewind
but am I really on a deserted island
or is it only in my mind
I'm on an island
marooned
a lonely castaway
beached at the waterline
launching bottles out to sea
abandoned
high and dry
my boat went down
it ran aground
but wait
what's that I see
can it be
a footprint in the sand
someone to lend a hand
my ship's come in
it's at the quay
no more sending signals
from the shore
the weekend's here
to rescue me
weathered and beaten
the tides have cast me back to shore
forsaken and destitute
betrayal hurting far less
than the emptiness now felt inside
AP: 1st place 2023
He dances on the sand and waves,
white shirt in hand. 'The gold!'
He cries 'I've found the gold,
and ruby stones of deepest dye.'
Heedless, the cross-masts sink from sight.
Salt waters lap the arid shore.
Trickling tears now wet his cheeks,
for now he knows the reason why
white bones bestrew the golden strand
and vultures squat so patiently
upon yon head of bald-bare rock,
the light sways each break
cast upon waters wake
constant movement capture
waves reflecting shimmer
refractive glass splinter
mirage slicing a mirror
each simple twists of fate
swim deep in retreat
die beneath the stillness
a silent repose of agonies sleep
trapped in drowning grief
swallowed by misery's caress
beached in sorrows weep
crawl the shore
on battered knees
the beat of a fist concede
grip of blood and sand
bury a heart already gone
pounding the sum
the pulse of a drum
a beggars demand
trembles in a shiver
to breath
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
My heart is marooned
on the island of
solitude,
bidding that the days
swiftly go by,
trying to maintain
a hopeful attitude,
until visions of you
met my eyes,
laid dormant;
are the passions
I felt for you,
with your scent
so fresh in mind,
and the love
that’s so true,
dear lord;
why is happiness
so hard to find?
As the wilted flower
struggling to survive,
my heart;
deeply rooted,
will keep my love for you
alive;
for the rewards of this
Vigil, is immeasurable,
and failure of this quest
not so dismal,
for memories of us
is bountiful,
of a love that was not so
abysmal.
My heart is marooned
on the island of
solitude,
bidding that the days
swiftly go by,
trying to maintain
a hopeful attitude,
until visions of you
met my eyes,
laid dormant;
are the passions
I felt for you,
with your scent
so fresh in mind,
and the love
that’s so true,
dear lord;
why is happiness
so hard to find?
As the wilted flower
struggling to survive,
my heart;
deeply rooted,
will keep my love for you
alive;
for the rewards of this
Vigil, is immeasurable,
and failure of this quest
not so dismal,
for memories of us
is bountiful,
of a love that was not so
abysmal.
There was a young scientist from Rangoon
Who built a rocket and flew to the moon
But His rocket booster failed
Now I am stuck here he wailed
He wont be coming home anytime soon.
Written 10th April 2018
Manic waves sunk my boat,
marvel how I could float,
made it to an island,
man there had drinking stand,
mirage I was thinking,
many swigs lemonade,
marooned coconut shade.
4-19-17
Dawn strums the morning with a melody of waves
My head is pounding, I'm in a daze
I just can't remember how I ended up here
On an island in the middle of nowhere
I stumble to my feet with sudden despair
The mosquitoes have feasted on me all night
It dawns on me that I could die here
But I know I must put up a fight
There's an abundance of coconuts here
A source of hydration, and food as well
I gather as much as I can
While thinking of ways to build a fire
I got soothing relief from an aloe plant
And applied to my itching skin
A seagull comes by daily
To watch me and take it all in
I found a flint stone which I'll use
To start my signal fire
The seagull watched as my fire trembled to life
It danced as it became a blaze
I breathe a sigh of relief
As to the roaring sea I gaze
After six months passed, I still had hope
I'd be rescued, it helped me cope
I kept hoping someone would see my signals,
Perhaps even a fisherman
Then a few days later I see a boat!
And it's coming towards me!
It had seen the signal
I'll be rescued finally!
Marooned among the
ripples
I am stalked by the next
rising tide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
When we got married at twenty two
We said our vows beside a ski-doo
But then got marooned
So we honeymooned
In a five star, two story igloo
My wife said a stiff drink would be nice
But I couldn’t locate any ice
So I stripped to get numb-er
Then asked for a hummer
Hoping that my iced cubes would suffice
Marooned
By Elton Camp
Meg & Mae’s ship went down
Only those two didn’t drown
They made it to a desert isle
No inhabitants--what a trial
It was alone they had to live
Not a man, their love to give
For years the two lived there
Though seaward they did stare
A ship on the horizon appeared
Meg and Mae both wildly cheered
Joy to sorrow too quickly turned
When the vessel suddenly burned
Before, to the depths, it went down
A young man, a life preserver found
He came floating toward their shore
The girls began to cheer as before
Just as they were getting ready to flirt
They noticed the words on his shirt
This, on his pink shirt, is what they spied
In large letters was emblazoned, Gay Pride
Bound up, restrained
my skin's too tight,
I want to howl the moon.
I wring my hands
fright is my plight
ev'ning comes too soon.
Mirrors quiver
in ambient light
to an aged crone, I croon.
No where to run
at each twilight
alone, inside, marooned.
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