There id always sides of story yoyr side and my side. Alas if due to fiery class of ignorance let we be awake Alas due to myopic vision let us realize Alas due to not respecting the endless beauty that every moment holds .From tge weeds of impatience allow me to flow where the moment if bliss is more thsn the starement in tge labyrinrh if oean
Bottled Up
Majestic schooner preserved in a bottle,
a vessel that once sailed the seven seas.
Found on the sands of time at high tide,
a testament to a former year’s technology.
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I've been capsized,
By my Cap's size.
For every time I set sail,
Desert my dreams,
Afraid I'll fail.
Dry and barren as the world may seem
i still hold this hope in me
on the outside it may seem
i am dry and grainy
within my soul i am an ocean
Bottled up with all emotion.
Ship in a bottle -
Snow white sands embrace the delicate bottle
with it's stranded ship entombed inside
the sailors languish with no land in site,
no storms to weather and no pirates to fight.
How long before they starve or sink to the bottom?
The sailors rushed around,”A shark!” they cried.
What would be their demise, they must decide?
“A meal's, a meal,” the shark laughed, flashing his pearly whites.
by Alesia Leach © 2018
Sands of time release your hold,
My time nears an end, my body cold.
Trapped in here time long since gone,
Swirling in the waters I am all alone.
Captured by the water's witch I need release,
unbroken is her spell, someone give me peace.
Let me out. Let me go my mind is near insane,
a massive wave tossed once more nothing really gained.
You dropped me on the sand
Like a child's forgotten toy
Because my feelings for you
Are all bottled up inside.
The heavens whisked by.
In silence the golden globe gazed;
a silent witness of our nefarious fate,
losing it's grace in ambient descent.
Under the mighty shadows,
A theatrical play in a bottled figurine
Death court our sail
under the cloak of a calm tide;
a tale being told of a lifeless beach
before it's lost in the sandy shores of time.
-Opeyemi Oso, 2018
Until It Rains
All the waves have turned to sand what once was water now is land a drop in a bottle still remains at least that is until it rains
By pamschwetz
© 2018 pamschwetz (All rights reserved)
Enclosed by seemingly dark waters
Held within the confines of the Captain's secure ship
Coming up only for air, nourishment, tete-a-tetes
Untouched by ravenous creatures lying restive within the deep blues
Aye, perhaps my calculated struggles - tilt-
Against this vessel that holds me captive
Would propel me to my freedom
Freedom!
A wider horizon
Filled with many-a people
A solid terrain
Filled with the blooming of seeds planted
Yet, within my glass prison I fail to acknowledge reason:
The blue waters holding my meals
The vessel, a brick wall against predators pining for my flesh
The Captain's mind-blogging seamanship
- Nike Koleosho (memoirsincoal)
Sunlight shining through a violet sky
Lighting up a treasure in the sand
A bottle, what message might there lie
Should I take the bottle in my hand
What will.become of the tiny ship and shark
If I take it and tilt it upright
How fragile is our world spinning through the dark
Leave the cork and leave it to the night
There id always sides of story yoyr side and my side. Alas if due to fiery class of ignorance let we be awake Alas due to myopic vision let us realize Alas due to not respecting the endless beauty that every moment holds .From tge weeds of impatience allow me to flow where the moment if bliss is more thsn the starement in tge labyrinrh if oean
A bottle floats towards the land
When a violent wave
Plugged it in the sand
Heading home as it’s getting dark
I see this bottle with..
A tiny shark?
I look on closer as my eyes
Must fail
Then I see a ship?
And it’s setting sail
I call my dad and point it out
“Nice bottle find my boy” I hear him shout
I pick it up and take it home
And imagine that ship in a storm
I hope the sailors are a careful bunch
As that shark below wants some lunch.
A walk on the Beach
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As I walked along the shore one early morn
The beach was empty, I felt forlorn
Then I spotted an old fruit jar lying in the sand
As I pick it up I wondered to myself
Now far was the journey for this jar
Could it have been on an old sailing ship, a three-masted Clipper, with sails billowing in the wind?
Maybe in her voyage a gale force wind, done her in
As her masts slip beneath the waves; the jar floated away.
Now I suspect in floating grime a curious shark did arrive and play all day with this jar of mine.
At some point a wave brought it in, and on this beach it laid until this day.
Whatever its story is I’m afraid it will remind a mystery
For like this forlorn stretch of sand, things come and go with the rising tide, never letting its secret show.
Just like this empty jar in my hand; my soul is just the same
Once I had a story of my life, but no longer do I share
For empty is my heart, broken by her word.
Now just like the jar I have nowhere to go, just sitting on this beach waiting for the roaring tides to take my empty soul to sea!
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Shark in a bottle, ship in a jar, where did all the humans go?
They all went to Mars.
Sands of the shore, seas endless tide, why did they all go, and leave this time?
Pollution some say, others say crime. No note was ever left, to show the reason why.
Just a shark in a bottle, a ship in a jar.
Why did they all have to go so far?
at the bottom of the ocean
rests a bottle of hair gel dropped by a vain
captain on a cargo ship