Poems From the Jersey Shore 27 - Nonsensical Poems
Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.
Here at the beach we are excited now the weather is coming back. It means the seashore will be coming back to life and the beach will be a buzz with people. While the crowds can be troublesome it a.so means there will be some normalcy.
in light of the coming beach season I decided it was time to post a few of what I call my nonsensical poems. They are more or less thoughts which pop into my head so I turn them into poems of sorts, I hope you enjoy them.
My Dog
My dog doesn’t
Drink from it‘s bowl
It prefers the toilet
Don‘t you know
I can’t get him
To change his mind
I’ve tried and tried
So many times
I’ve offered him
Flavored water
I’ve offered him
the sink
But from the toilet
He continues to drink
If you have advice
To help me along
Drop me a line
Or sing me a sing
I‘m open for suggestions
Emotions
You’re happy or sad
You’re calm or mad
They’re your emotions
You laugh or you cry
You give up or try
They’re your emotions
You‘re afraid or brave
You’re give or crave
They‘re your emotions
Don‘t try to
Figure them out
Cause you’ll either
Scream or shout
Cause they’re your emotions
Dog In The Park
If you see a dog
Sitting in the park
Don't go near him
Or he might bark
Or he may bite
Cause
You gave him a fright
Instead watch
For the waggling tail
It might be a sign
Which might or might not tell
The dog is friendly
Well maybe not
Watch your fingers
The Reflection
When I look at my reflection
I stare back at the me
And wonder about the me
In the mirror I do see
Is it the me I see now
Or is it a another me
From another place
From another time somehow
I let out a chuckle
At my thoughts
I let out a laugh
Cause I know when I
Walk away
To my other me
Goodbye I’ll say
Nothing To Do
Nothing to do
Nothing to do
Oh my my
I have nothing to do
I’m sitting here
With nothing to do
I cleaned the house
I mopped the floor
I folded the wash
I washed the car
I did the dishes
I mowed the grass
I bought the groceries
I took out the trash
Nothing to do
Nothing to do
Oh my my
I have nothing to do
I’m sitting here
With nothing to do
Shopping
My wife and I went to the store
My wife and I had a short list
Three hours later
My wife and I headed to the check out
Hey wait a minute___
Where is my wife?
Baking Lessons
Dear husband
You‘ve spilt the milk on the floor
And have gotten flour everywhere
Including your hair
There’s egg up your nose
There’s batter down to your toes
And there’s nothing in the pan
Perhaps it was too soon
To teach you how to bake
© 2021 Timothy Whitt