Poems From The Jersey Shore 25

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.

Welcome to the 25th edition of Poems from the Jersey Shore. Life is still going on in this pandemic world. I still get up each day, put on my mask and go off to work at the school where I work. Writing in all forms as well as art work helps me to move though life. I get my ideas from many places, they pop into my head, I find them online or in a book or people say wrote about this.

I can truthfully say I’m not trying to be the next poet laureate I’m just having fun. I hope you like each of these poems and they bring a little joy or peace to your daily life. Until next time stay safe and enjoy the spring and summer yet to come.

Prompt for this one is the idea there is really no going back to the home we once knew as a child because everything changes.

Home

I went back to the house

Where i was raised

The place looked a lot smaller

Then in those gone by days

The grass was not mowed

Flower beds were full of weeds

They had even cut down

That old sycamore tree

The porch where i sat with my girlfriend

On those hot summer nights

Was all littered with

Hastily discarded bikes

The house looked in need

Of a new coat of paint

How could the new owners

Let my memories fade away

Fade away

Can’t go back to the

Way it was

Time forces the past to

Fade away fade away

As i stood there a lot of

Emotions ran through my mind

Gone was that special place

My heart was hoping to find

And with it all the memories

That were created there for me

I could not catch one glimpse

Of the past i came to see

With one last look i got in the car

And started the engine

And thought it is really true

You can’t go home again

Prompt for this one is all about making better choices in life.

Choices, Changes

These choices, changes you make

Are not about what to do

If you’d look deeper you’d see

They’re really all about you

The sooner you understand this

The sooner your heart will change

And your life will move

In a totally different way

You will see more chances to do

What you are here to, love

The purpose of the soul is

To reveal love

To affirm love

To express love

To fulfill love

Not love as we feel it to be

Or love that is only temporary

But true eternal love

Which has no boundaries

No box

No strings attached

Love of the heart

True love that only god has

These choices, changes you make

Are not about what to do

If you’d look deeper you’d see

They’re really all about you

About the love that you’re

Missing from your heart

The love that gives the soul

The chance to be what it is meant to do

To love

Prompt for this one comes from the idea of me getting older.

Rickety Old Man

I’m a rickety old man

It’s what I am

A rickety old man

Hurting back

Aching knees

Each day there’s a new pain

Which comes calling on me

Poor eyesight

Bad memory

You get up five times a night

Cause you really have to go pee

I’m a rickety old man

It’s what I am

A rickety old

Sagging body

Added lines

I thought I had aged gracefully, but

My body is a victim of the sands of time

I’m a rickety old man

It’s what I am

A rickety old

The prompt for this poem is the photo above.

Snowman on the Beach

I built a snowman made out of sand

Down on the beach built with my hands

I gave him eyes, a nose, a mouth

The best I could livin‘ in the South

A rock for a hat on his head

Some small rocks for buttons on his chest

I stepped back to see my finished sandman

Said “Cool” then laid down for a tan

My snowman I know, he will not melt

When I’m done I’ll leave him to himself

Until the wind and waves take him away

Maybe I’ll remake him again the next day

The prompt for this one comes from someone saying to me once, “I wish I could make up my mind.”

My Mind Is Made Up

My mind is made up

I wish it would change

I get so tired thinking

Of the same old things

I feel like I’m stuck

In a deep, deep rut

I wanna get out of

But there’s always a but

But this might

But maybe that will

But, but, but

Can’t get outta my rut

I could, maybe, but

My mind is made up, I know

My mind is made up, yes I know

My mind is made up

At times there’s comfort

In remaining the same

You know where you’re going

From where you came

I don’t know how, I don’t know when

Someday I hope to

Think to

Maybe

But

Will

Change my mind then

My mind is made up, I know

My mind is made up, yes I know

My mind is made up

The prompt for this poem is the picture above.

The Lonely Umbrella

See the lonely umbrella sitting it the sand

Planted there by someone who had a plan

To come to the beach and have some fun

Hanging in the warmth of the noon day sun

But to dismay of all those who came

The beach is shrouded in fog and rain

So the people all left, they went home

Leaving the umbrella to stand all alone

The idea for this one came from the problem of dogs leaving there deposits on the local boardwalk and the dog owners not cleaning it up.

Curb Your Dog

Hey you can’t leave, without picking it up

Everyday I tell you, I’ve really had enough

Of the little piles left in my grass

Please clean it up, don’t let it pass

I stand here looking down at my yard

Thinking the concept is really not so hard

You’re dog needs to stay in the street

Hey man don’t just walk away from me

I’ve got so much, much more to say

But I’ll have to do this another way

I think from now on what I’ll do

Is bring the piles back home to you

© 2021 Timothy Whitt