Short Flotsam And Jetsam Poems
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Do you strive to be poetic,
while forgetting to be a poet
Your words when forced an epitaph
to what you never said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
It keeps rolling in
soft waves slowly returning
the flotsam and jetsam
of a fading life
shredded
during a forgotten journey
seeking to follow
long erased footprints
through the ever-shifting
sands of time
shipbuilder’s nephew
. . . . flotsam and jetsam of culture
drifted and piled haphazard
a finger-drawn life structure
while all the smells of fish and wrack
and shipwrecks linger anew
around this jumbled stack
a shipbuilder’s nephew . . . .
Shoe leather sidewalks
Shadow cast skywalks
Hosts a bevy of ghosts
The long summer heat
Torch blue collar feet
Soles roasting coast to coast
Gothic museums
Gold colosseums
Unsheathes the royal wreaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Worn Skechers gets 'em
Souls bleeding in the weeds
Shipwrecked
A great poet
I'm probably not
A brilliant writer
The same response
My own best Critic
the job I've got
Yet the words float
to the surface
In my mind's cesspool
Of self doubt
My fingers swim
Tapping buoyant words
Flotsam and jetsam
That survived
my shipwrecked thoughts.
We are all surfing the wave of time.
In times immediate wake is the frothiness of near history.
Smooths out as the wave moves on.
The wave churns and gurgles as the past is being created.
We the flotsam and jetsam along for the ride.
The wave creates the lives we have lead.
Potential is all that’s in the waves headlights.
Nothing at all the wave moves into.
We all live on the edge of reality and time.
There is a place inside
where the crime and grime hides
All thoughts and fails lie lifeless hand in hand
In the shadow of lies told
darkness unseen
knees cradled
head bent
furtively looking up
in fear that darkness
will feed upon
this dead atom
My make shift soul
Trapped in flotsam skin and jetsam bone
Never felt the warmth
always joined never part
There is a place inside
were the real me resides
St. Simons Island
beached Juicy Fruit gum wrapper. . .
flotsam and jetsam
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Poetry Notes:
Juicy Fruit gum wrapper surrounded by sea foam bubbles, found 2 hours after low tide while walking on St. Simons Island beach on December 4, 2011. Photo taken with my iPhone 5 or my iPad 4. I can't remember which :)
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com
So quietly she trips across the floor,
dragging random flotsam and jetsam
she finds in niches the vacuum can't reach.
With evil intent, she crouches at my feet.
Then BONK! I've been kitten-bombed.
She exults in my reaction
of flying drink and floor-bound french fries.
Then she creeps away again
waiting for her next opportunity
to turn on airplane mode,
shut down the computer without saving
my changes,
and scare me half to death.
We float amidst the flotsam and jetsam
Seemingly immune to the debris field
Moving past the invisible, the hushed,
Focused only on the we, of us
Our minds deny the truth of what we see
Refuses to face the rising of the waves
Cannot hear the crushing surfs refrain
“I’ve come again…..again…..a g a I n……”
We walk with naked feet on fresh-wet sand
Listen to the sound of stone-roll band
And wonder why it is we can’t abide
The rising of the flotsam-jetsam tides
Our dreams of your acceptance bob
like flotsam and jetsam in the waves
as we crash upon your verdant shores
Our hopes of sustenance and charity
lie like lagan on the bottom of your sea
where your abundance does not await us
Our hearts were drawn by your beacons;
freedom, compassion, truth and dignity
crushed by fear, ignorance and intolerance
Our meager lives and your treasured values
each now victims of these three rogue waves
as we crash upon your verdant shores
i once stood
within my own shipwreck
blaming cruel seas
years past
flotsam and jetsam
built a driftwood home
when storms came
that ramshackle shelter
self-destructed
while i
cursed foul weather
looking outward
never seeking inward
i decried a faithless fate
unt
a blinding truth
ransacked
an unseeing mind
simply that
I ALONE
am the author
of my own life-long
melodrama
none other than me
bore this responsibility
of such a tangled
tragicomedy