Short Castaways Poems
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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 :)
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?
With a gentle day,
Comes a nice sunny sky,
With no clouds to the eye,
A careless whisper,
And a time for fun,
With a castaway,
You’re never done,
They watch them simmer,
Under the rising sun,
A chance where they need to run,
And go through the gentle day,
But still be a “difficult”,
Cast-a-way.
Castaways
Around the Rue
Jasmine hues
Oh fluttering wings
Dance
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.
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.
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.