Poems From the Jersey Shore 26
Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.
I know I always this but I can’t believe I’m on the 26th edition of Poems From the Jersey Shore. I keep thinking I will eventually run out of ideas for new poems but every now and then something somebody says, or something I’ve read or even a picture I’ve seen sparks an idea for a poem.
Here in this new edition I have poems inspired by a little of each of those three. I hope you enjoy them. Until the next time stay safe and enjoy each day which comes.
A poem inspired by the world we now live in.
Wasteland
Life in a wasteland
Livin’ in a world gone mad
Trying to survive
Each day is so much harder
But what choice do we all have
Fight or just give up
Move on or call it a day
It’s better to live
Taking life as it’s coming
Taking life day by day
How did we all get here?
Was it our own fault
Or maybe just a chance
No
We are the makers
Of the fortunes we seek
We are the builders
Of the homes we
Live in
Life in a wasteland
Trying to survive
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The prompt for this one is the picture above.
Candy
See you lying there calling out my name
Don’t want you, it’s not why I came
But you still entice me, oh you candy
Why do you always do this to me
You lay there on the round white dish
I’d love one bite , oh how I wish
But I truly, most truly, really must decline
Cause I know it will affect my waistline
Still I stare down for one last time
Thinking one piece is ok, it is fine
Ten minutes later the plate is now clear
But my stomach hurts a little, oh dear
A poem which was inspired by my wife going yo babysit for my son for 10 days.
Missing You
I’ll be missing you
When you go away today
Counting the minutes
Till you come back home to me
Into my waiting embrace
Tears will touch my cheek
My heart will know some sadness
Though the days will pass
Each will be counted empty
Cause you’re not there by my side
As each sunrise comes
I know it’ll bring me closer
To the cherished day
My heart and soul leap for joy
When you come back home to me
A little poem inspired by a comment someone made to me once. They talked about wishing they could be little again because life was so much easier.
I Wish I Were Little
I wish I were little
maybe five or ten
living in my old house
where my
mom made me feel special
where my
mom healed all my hurts
with her love
where my mom
made me feel
like we had more
even though I had less
then I do today.
I wish I were little again
A poem inspired by a Beatle’s song. You can guess which one.
Will I Grow Older
As I grow older
My hair turns to grey
I begin to wonder
I start to ponder
About my later days
Will I be sixty
Will I be eighty
Will I reach sixty four
As I grow older
My years grow shorter
I see my life ebb away
My thoughts turn to rust
My life is a bust
Will I someday retire
Will I maybe expire
Before I reach sixty four
A poem which just popped into my head.
Symphony of Words
A symphony of words
is playing in my mind
made of little bits of
poems and stories
still not written
A symphony of noise
waiting to get out
find the written page
for their unveiling
Whether they find their
way out or not
I will still go on
I bear no loss
for words
Love I write
An open mind for words
a mad venture I know
but love in words
is only what I know
I still believe
There is more to write
More words to spill
onto the paper
Into the hearts
Of those who read
A symphony of words
is playing in my mind
made of little bits of
poems and stories
still not written
I hope you read
I hope you love
The symphony of words
As they come, as they roll
Along the paper or
On the screen
Another poem inspired the times were going through.
A Really Hard Time
I have a really hard time
Understanding
Why this life I live is so
Demanding
A Really Hard Time
Hard Time
Life should be easy, not complicated
Life should be fun, not aggravated
Life should bring joy, not all the sadness
Life should be light, not all the darkness
Life should be seen as a true miracle
Not as a time so hysterical
That is why I have a hard time understanding
Why this life is so demanding
Why it takes its toll
On the things of which we have not control
Life should be filled with love, not all the hate
Life should be sure, not open for debate
Life should bring freedom, not bondage to lies
Life should bring laughter, not a time to cry
Life should be filled with peace
Fears should cease
That is why I have a hard time understanding
Why this life is so demanding
Why it takes its toll
On the things of which we have not control
Life should be full of beauty so divine
Not as a time of walking the daily line
Life should be centered on things sight unseen
Not on things as the way they seldom seem
That is why I have a hard time understanding
Why this life is so demanding
Why it takes its toll
On the things of which we have not control
On the things we have no control
It’s time to let go
© 2021 Timothy Whitt
Comments
Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on March 29, 2021:
Nice compositions.
