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Poems From the Jersey Shore 32

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.

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Life Is But A Mystery

Each day of life is a mystery. We wake up without knowing what is going to befall us as the hours roll along. It could be something good. It could be something bad. We never know. It is all a mystery. The joy in life is not knowing. It allows us to be surprised. If we knew what was to come then we could prepare for it, but it would take away the surprise.

My poems are like each day. When I start writing a new poem each line is a mystery, a surprise waiting to spill forth on the page. I hope you enjoy these new poems.

Who Are You?

Who are you?

You

Or another

Who hides the you

Under a facade of them

Who you are

Also depends

If your who

Wants to be the who

You’re born as

Or the who

They lead you

To believe

You need to be


So choose your who

Carefully

Cause it will shape

The who

You will be for life

Who are you was a poem born of the idea many times our public persona differs from the one we are in private. The poem begs the question, “Who are you?”

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Itchy

Itch

Itch

Scratch

Itch

Itch

Scratch

Darn poison ivy

Itch

Itch

Scratch

Is drivin me crazy

Itch

Itch

Scratch

Gotta rub on the lotion

Itch

Itch

Scratch

A kind of potion

Itch

Itch

Scratch

To take the itchy away

Itch

Itch

Scratch

Hope it works right away

Just a humorous take on getting a case of poison ivy.

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Peanut Butter and Jelly

Peanut butter and jelly

Is my favorite food

I’d eat it all day long

If only I knew I could

I’d put it on my eggs

I’d lather it on my toast

Maybe on some bread

Or my mom's pot roast

I’d put it in my oatmeal

I’d glaze it on my ham

I’d put it on my Lima beans

Or my slices of Spam

Sorry to cut this poem short

But it’s time for my lunch

I’m gonna have my favorite

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich

A poem born out of my love for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Admit it you like them too.

The Dog

The dog runs through the yard

Tail wagging

To greet the one person in the world

He loves

Most

His best friend of all

The grown boy

Who raised him

Home

Again

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Spam

As a child

My special treat

Was a blue can

Of potted meat

Spam

I’d eat it

In my eggs

I’d eat it

On bread

I’d eat it

In a pan fried

I’d eat it

Morning, noon and night

Spam

The potted meat

I used to love eat

A poem dedicated to the age old favorite potted meat…Spam.

Old People

Don’t give up on us old people

We’re really fun to have around

Sure, We may fart

We may burp

We may make odd sounds

We may talk about life way back when

We may mumble

We may not hear you

Cause our hearing aids not on

We may walk slower

We may bend lower

We may seem like our time is done

But, we still have a lot of love to give

We still have a lot of wisdom to sieve

So don’t give up on us old people

Instead talk to us were really agreeable

A poem I wrote when I realized I was an older person.

Larger to Smaller

Larger to smaller

Smaller to larger

Just the way it is

The way it’s always

Gonna be

Cause life is defined

By

The size of the things

You have or have not

What the people see


But the truth is in

What we don’t see

Which matters the most

The heart may be small

But it can do larger things

Depending on whether

There is a larger or smaller

Joy

Rooted in the truth

The final poem is dedicated to the idea bigger is not always better.

© 2021 Timothy Whitt

Comments

Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on June 07, 2021:

Thank you for your kind words

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on June 07, 2021:

Nice work on these poems, Tim. They brought a smile. I don't like peanut butter and jelly though.

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