Stranded on a Deserted Island

No limit on words.

Poetic license on style.  

Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).

Two entries per poet.

Good luck to everyone.

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Stranded

There's a certain heaviness on my chest
Followed by stress
They haven't seen the beacon yet
But what should I expect?
Soothing melodies can settle the soul
An isolated stroll
Sunrise
Radiant glow
An omnipresent woe
Take away the tears
A boat floated by
I wasn't standing near the piers
I've been standing here for years
Search and rescue failed to notice me twice
I blazed a fire in the night
But they can't see the light
I just might try to swim across the ocean
I've been up and down the coast
And still I don't see any motion
But I'm still steady hoping
Cause I mustn't lose the faith
And as long as I pray
Someone will come and save the day
I just know it

Crusoe


Well now, what am I doing here?
Staring at the palm leaves
above my head
feeling the trunk
holding up my back

Oh how, life brings out
the child in me
staring at the washed sand
as the waves break in,
cleansing my feet

Last week I couldn’t
remember this book
today
I swear
if I shout loud enough
a chap named
Thursday
will come, bearing knowledge
and survival tact.

I close my eyes in the
hope he’ll tell me
he is the great nephew
of a certain
Friday.


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.:Any One Scene - A Good Flick Lately:.


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infinite
possibilities

the omnificence.. the coincidence
wherein it makes no sense

yet The All could be all like this

our beginnings.. all of sudden
picked ripe; a bejeweled
belly button

then flicked by a
thumb & middle finger

we land on sand
for a moment
we’ll linger

to the wavy palm
to the sand
a stranger

how we
arrived
a mystery to / and of
the sea

the sun..  the stars
the moon that
view me

we ask our self
are we now free?

if that's not the case

then why flick
with me?



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I got on the island when the plane went down first I thought that I would drown,
Listened to the passengers scream and cry all of us afraid to die,
Lay on a suitcase gave up the fight floated off into the night,
Shark swims up and looks at me but he’s not hungry glory be!
Then I drifted off to sleep woke at dawn when I hear a beep,
Bloody hell my watch alarm morning come and I’ve met no harm,
I feel a bump an old tree stump land on the island it’s fuckin’ dump!
Walk around it in a day no one here so gotta stay,
Got no restaurants got no bar dis no place for a young rap star!
Search plane flying overhead, assume all dead, give up the search it’s what I dread.
Then I see her whatta peach strolling naked on the beach,
I shout out baby wait for me she turns around a sight to see,
Nubile nimble smiling now how she get here anyhow?
She says man you look a mess an' your wearing too much dress,
Why you wearing all dem clothes? Frighten of sex I do suppose!
Strips me naked wow that’s better now come and share this nice French letter,
We make love beneath a tree, fully satisfied so is she,
Then I awake I’m covered in cream, Oh my god it was just a wet dream!”

Forced Paradise

My mood matches the darkness
As he pushes me against the old leather backseat
Of his rusty ‘81 Chevrolet Commodore
It’s peeling everywhere and feels rough against my skin
Like the porous and volcanic sand of an island
Only it’s so cold
That no matter what I do
I cannot rid my bones of the chill

I’ve found how easy it is to escape
After so much practice
I focus on the nearby streetlight to quell my nerves
Then I let it happen

I’m on holiday
In therapeutic isolation
Basking in the warm tropical rays
Sipping a Sex on the Beach
Watching the tide rise

The waves pound the shore
Steam rolling it with the fury of God
And in my mind
I am fine

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Origin


I made my home on the last empty plot of land
Hidden since the threshold of life
For I’ve seen no evidence of human occupancy
No structures of any kind
Only pure unadulterated beach
Wild impossibly thick forest
Animals that look unlike anything I’ve known
And no straight lines anywhere

I happened upon it long ago purely by accident
While enthusiastically (some would say foolishly)
On a global exploration from top to bottom
Searching for the Fountain of Youth
A typhoon grounded me upon an island
I now fittingly call Origin

It is here I began my new voyage
Started from scratch leaving everything I knew behind
All convention and modernization went out the window
I’ve survived on my own for over a decade
Established a dwelling from drift and debris and trunks of trees
Developed rudimentary tools and systems for water, food storage and waste disposal
I chart the days, weeks and months by the sun and stars
And I found myself again
Here among the waves, the sand and storm

On Origin there is no time like the present  
It’s astonishing how much changes in a single breath  
From sun up to sun down everything moves  
Yet conversely, how very small an impact change does have here  
On this rock, this haven, this key, this, my sanctuary  
It fights a losing battle against the tides and the typhoons, and I remain  
Just about the only thing here that ages, that tires, that sleeps

But one day I’ll be gone
Half buried here
In an unfinished aperture
Or washed out to sea
Pushed along by the current to a forever place
Until then, I subsist on instinct and memory
Of the people I’ve known
The places I’ve gone
And I’m happy here on Origin
Living within the vacuous throes of time

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Destined to Oblivion


The train shakes as if
at anytime it will fall into pieces
Not in a million years would I have thought
I’d land myself on a fast track to death
Just for being different

I’ll never know if it’s that my skin is two shades off
Or that I speak the Word of God
Or the way I stutter when I talk

What I do know is the “why” doesn’t matter
Because anyway you slice it
I’m condemned to a life of solitude
On land surrounded by water
Only given enough to survive
For as long as they want

I have been taken unwilling
But in the end I’m happy knowing
I will die being me

Fellow Poets,
Be back with a winner soon...great reads here!

Strider

All the entries were great.  DextaRay's hit the mark.  Poeticvisionary and Kriticool came close.  Revolution Al's had a nice classical twist-liked it, too.  Mememe...wish you had expanded just a bit more.  Blocat's island was nice to read about.

Thanks for entering my competition...keep the faith and continue to write your hearts out!!!

Strider :)

Thanks alot!

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Daggg.. thought we had this one...least for minute
Guess we gotta elevate
Fortunately there's some good examples to follow
CONGRATZ to DexstaRay... dude earned it
wrote a nice piece

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