Short Castaways Poems

Ode to the morning sun 
shining til' the day is done 

Ode to the moon so bright  
giving us, Lucasta Light  

Ode to that star gazed-room  
custom built,.. God's  anteroom   

Ode to Creation Days 
made for earthling castaways 

like you and I :) 

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Hunger sails the horizon,
Like a ship lost at sea.

The cast of castaways,
Drift slowly past me.

Hollowed and gaunt,
Empty orbs that pray.

The faces that haunt,
Just another sad day.

The blind lead the blind,
For the scraps we amass.

Does anyone notice,
As they suffer the past?...

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Castaways
                                          Around the Rue
                                                    Jasmine hues      
                                                           Oh fluttering wings
                                                                                  Dance...

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Long for solitude.
And still, whose access
Lengthy coastline's of sheoke
That voice, will, back through
Yearningly sombrous, the more
Be listened in for.

Long for solitude;
Cliff top's wave-crasher.
Still, which entrancing peace
No castaways rue
Broke, when on a tide, inland
Seen, with you, to stand....

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There's something between us.
However, I can't  name it.
I only know it's priceless
And can be bitter or sweet.

There's something between us
Though we both still disown it,
It's a feeling of sadness
When my heart weeps in secret.

And it brings joy and passion,
I love it and I hate it.
Like castaways on the ocean,
We wander about and drift. 

It gives hope, light, or tears.
Invisible to the eye,
It's between us for years.
I know it will never die....

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There upon the ground discarded
 where fruited blessings were ill guarded
lay the efforts of my spring toil
 the perspired digging and setting seed in soil
 
Peaches and tomatoes once large and green
 are cast upon the earthly tumultous scene
and  now squash and peppers lay
 torn down, half eaten castaways.

Scouring the landscape garnished
 I questioned what happened to my harvest?
There way in the back beneath the shed
 the tell tale signs of the groundhog now well fed....

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