Poems From the Jersey Shore 40
Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.
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Life Happens
I sit here in my later years pondering what may come my way and reflecting on how my life has transpired so far. My pondering leads me to write more poetry, stories And to create more visual arts. Why I do not know. I guess it is because we all want to leave a little piece of ourselves behind for others to enjoy.
It could also be just that my mind is always churning and wanting to spit out something. Whether my musings are good it is up to the public to decide. I will keep on writing none the less. On that note I hope you enjoy this latest grouping of poems. They are all based on random musings and or a quick quip I heard somewhere
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The Up Life
A poem born out of the idea we need to channel our sadness in order find our gladness.
Aren’t you tired
Of living
The down life
The down life
Dragging yourself through
The
Muck and the mire
Ticking off the days
Till its time to retire
Turn your vision
Higher and higher
Start living the
Up life
Up life
Seeing each day
As a chance to revive
The heart
The soul
Having peace
In your mind
Start living the
Up life
Up life
Doings things
That matter
Living happier
Not sadder
Looking upward
Not down
Wearing a smile
Not a frown
The up life
The up life
The Old Age Question
This one came from me pondering at what age do you become old.
At what age
does one
become
old
over the hill
a forgotten fossil
If you ask
each generation it is
the next
and so on
and so on
till the young
become old
the old become
older
and the older
become
dare I say
ancient
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My First
A look back at a first love whom I met in the high school library.
I saw you in the library
One fateful day
Thought you were the one
But me got in the way
It seems I was the type
Who makes a good friend
But not one you loved
To the bitter end
Why O Why
I don’t understand
I may not be Prince Charging
But I have this love
For you, for you
We went our separate ways
You married a guy wrong for you
He never loved you
The way I wanted to
Now I sit and wonder
Where you are today
If I ran into you
What would be the words I’d say
Maybe
Why O Why
I don’t understand
I may not be Prince Charging
But I have this love
For you, for you
Moonlit Nights
I love to walk
around on
moonlit nights
The world around me
is such
a beautiful sight
The world is bathed
in a moonlit glow
As if covered in
a new fallen snow
I especially like
To walk on a dark lane
Look up at the
ethereal plane
See the scattered stars
cast out like dust
Stare at the moon with
It’s earthly thrust
Yes, I like the nighttime
where the sky is clear
And the soft music
of silence
Is all your hear
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Best Friends
A reflection on what it means to have and or be a best friend.
Best friends never
leave you hanging
Best friends know
what you’re bringing
Best friends know
what you’re gonna say
Best friends know
your quirky ways
Best friends are there
no matter the time
Best friends are
your true life line
Best friends are there
when they don’t know why
Best friends are the
true joy of life
A Room Full of Memories
What is life to us but the memories we make.
Nothing but
A room full of memories
My life is nothing but a
Room full of memories
Little bits and pieces
of a life gone by
stored in the closet and drawers
of my mind
filed away
for future moments
for those times
when I want to recall
the good times
or learn from past mistakes
I made
A room full of memories
Locked away
In my mind
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Peacock
A poem fashioned from a writing prompt. The prompt stated to pick up a rhyming dictionary and take the first words and create a poem.
It’s nearly twelve o’clock
Did you see my peacock
She needs a pep talk
Cause of the punk rock
She listens to on the beat box
She wasn’t with the livestock
She wasn’t at the roadblock
Nor in the field of shamrocks
It’s all a bunch of Poppycock
Cause I can’t find my peacock
Grandma
Wonder about
My grandma, the look or her smile
Her soft moist tears
Of joy, when I stopped by
Her stories
Told of
Years long ago passed by
Real life wisdom
Poured inside my soul
Memories never known
Cause my grandma
Was long ago gone when I was
So very young
Gone not as in goodbye
But gone in
Her mind
alzheimer's disease
Took her life away
So you see
You Gotta enjoy
The times you’ve
Been given
Make the memories you can
While you are able
© 2022 Timothy Whitt
