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
Timothy Whitt
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
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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
A photo by my granddaughter from the Florida beaches.
Jillian Dutcher
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
