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

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.