Marooned Poems

S-O-S

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

Thank God, It's Friday

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

marooned

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

Too Late

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

Marooned

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

Marooned

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

Marooned

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

Marooned On An Island of Nihilism

After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary carbon based animal
coalesced into countless

foreborn generations
(glommed *****sapiens
salient survival skills)
mortified, putrefied, and
stagnated toxic brew
quaffing poisonous 
score peon - composite gin,
barley

Marooned

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

Marooned

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

Marooned

After our yacht was wrecked by the storm
I was washed up on a tropical island.
My two companions sadly had not made it
I found them both washed up and lifeless.
First priority was to bury the bodies
before they attracted unwanted attention.

With no tools I spotted a shallow cave perfect 
putting them inside I covered the entrance with
loose

Marooned On a Tropical Island

Awake beneath a blazing, pulsing sun
as ocean waves continue slapping shore
against my naked, bloody, tired feet.
Need to widen search for cleaner water 
quenching thirst tomorrow thru tomorrow.
Alone I craft robust and treeless hut
yet lacking binding metal - paste to seal. 
Without the use of tools, I stack and stack
the brush against a slope of sod

Marooned

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

Marooned

Marooned among the 
ripples

I am stalked by the next
rising tide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Marooned Honeymoon

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

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