Poems From The Jersey Shore 28
Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.
Timothy Whitt
I recently started reading books by Shel Silverstein. I love the simple but complex nature of his poems. While I don’t consider myself in his league of writing I decide to start writing whatever comes to mind. I call these my nonsense poems, which will be featured in most of my new offering.
While the Jersey Shore is coming alive now restrictions are being limited and warm weather is approaching it is still a few weeks away from Memorial Day, the unofficial opening of the beach, which everyone is looking forward. Me not so much because it means the return of the out of towners and traffic. Well whatever at least it will be warm outside.
Until next time I hope you enjoy these poems.
Hanging Out the Wash
Hanging out the wash
Trying to let it dry
Wait, is that a dark cloud
Way up in the sky
Nah, it’ll be ok
Bringing in the wet wash
The rain has drowned
Tried to get back out in time
I just couldn’t get it down
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Vacation
I packed the car, we’re ready to go
My wife takes one look, says, ‘“No, no, no”
Empty the car, is not packed right
Three hours later, the car is packed tight
Not one suitcase or bag is out of place
I don’t know how she fits it all, in the space
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Spam Emails
I opened up my emails
And zoof
Up popped some spam
I thought I’d gotten rid of them
But no, oh no
They’re back again
The emails come one, two then three
The more I get rid of them
The more of them I begin to see
Instead of filling my every want
An answer to all of my needs
They make me their slave
Oh they do indeed
You answer one, you get a million
I sweat and sweat
Trying to get them to stop
From Sunday’s to Saturday’s
I drop them in spam
Or delete them
Get rid of them
Anyway I can
But the next day
They come back again
Again
Again
Again
Again
And again
Will It Ever Come
Will it ever come
Will it ever come
The day we return to normal
A day
When all is said and done
Life now
Whose to say what will come
When all is said and done
All you can say, all you can do
Is move forward day after day
Hopin and prayin
The many fears and cares away
Wondering, waiting
Will it ever come
Will it ever come
The day we return to normal
A day
When all is said and done
It’s been a long, long time
In coming
There is still so much longer
We have to go
Till the day comes
We will return
We can say all is almost
Said and done
Will it ever come
Will it ever come
The day we return to normal
A day
When all is said and done
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Whenever
Can whenever ever
Be never
Or can whenever
Never be never
Ever
Or must it be
Some point in time
Either way I’m fine
My Shadow
I took my shadow for a stroll
On the boardwalk today
Just him and me
Down by the sea
With the sun in our face
We watched the waves roll
Felt the sea billows blow
Stopped to get a bite
Flew a large kite
We had quite a day
I really must say
Just him and me
Down by the sea
© 2021 Timothy Whitt
