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Poems from the Jersey Shore - Vol 18

Faith, Art, writing and learning are Tim’s passions. Tim loves working in education. He has a BS in Psychology from Albright College.

The Last Edition For Now

This will be the last edition of Poems From the Jersey Shore. I have decided to change the name to Faithful Poems From the Beach in order to highlight my many poems of faith I write on a weekly basis.

i hope you’ve enjoyed my poems. I will highlight my humorous and everyday life poems in a new way. I love to write and share my work. It is what I feel I’m called to do in life. Until my next grouping of poems stay safe me God Bless.

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Life In The Movies

I wanna a happily ever after life

Like you see on the big screen

Where I find some of the true love

I see unfold with each new scene


A life where there are no troubles

Where things work out by the end

All my troubles have faded away

As the credits roll and descend


A movie life, oh so much simpler

Nobody seems to have a care

If it all truly happened that way

I’d be happy to live my life there


But life is nothing like the movies

The good guys don’t always win

There’s no happily ever after life

There’s no first kiss at the end


I wanna a happily ever after life

Like you see on the big screen

Where I find some of the true love

I see unfold with each new scene

I’ve Got No Power

I.ve go no power

I’ve got my power

A little storm came through my way

Took my power straight clean away

Now I’m sittin in a darkened home

Without my power I feel so all alone

I’ve got my power

I’ve got my power

Electric man said it’ll be five more days

Till my power comes back, I’m in a haze

I’m sitting here sweating, I feel so,so hot

But I gotta deal with it, like it or not

I’ve got my power

I’ve lost my power


The fridge is getting so, so warm

The food is starting to really smell

If the power don’t come back soon

It is not gonna turn out so well


I’ve got no power

I’ve got no power


A little storm came through my way

Took my power straight clean away

Now I’m sittin in a darkened home

Without my power I feel so all alone


I’ve got no power

I’ve got no power

Electric man says it’ll be five more days

Till I get my power back on, what can I say

Love is Blind

Love is blind, so they say

But I don’t see it that way

Love helps you see more clearly

Draw those far away, nearer


Love is not blind, no, no, no


Love

Opens the eyes of the heart

To see all the possibilities

In life

Love

Clears away

The cobwebs of disparity

Pulls hearts together in clarity

Showing us that equality

Is something that can be grasped


Love is blind, so they say

But I don’t see it that way

Love helps you see more clearly

Our differences are what can

Draw us nearer, to live as one


Love is not blind, no, no, no


So, in the world

Which seeks so much separation

Love is the only reciprocation

Which can heals all the wounds

Of a highly divided nation


Love is not blind no, no, no

Love is the only way to open

The eyes of the blind

Who don’t see any other way

To heal a hearts so lonely

And desperate for love

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Today Might Be the Day

I don’t know if,

I don’t know when

But there’s things I want to do

For instance when I think about it


Today might be the day

To jump over the moon

To pop a big balloon

To maybe dance the jig

Or draw something big


It might be the day

To see a brand new star

To catch a bug in a jar

To ride a bike in the mud

Or see I like Ashely Judd


It might be the day

To ride on a rhinoceros

To do something dangerous

To run in a really long race

Or hitch a ride into space


I don’t know if,

I don’t know when

But there’s things I want to do

For instance when I think about


It might be the day

To dance in a downpour

To get a box kite to soar

To make a new friend

Or for this poem to end

I Wonder

I wonder why I’m wondering

Of another place and time

A place where I use to live

A place not great or divine


A place I once called home

My friends and I hung around

Passed the long hours each day

Enjoying whatever fun we found


As you get older your thoughts

Turn backward in time, I guess

To a place of comfort and joy

To give your fears time to rest


There was nothing so magical

About all those yesteryears

Though looking back in time

Some moments you hold so dear


I wonder why I’m wondering

Of another place and time

A place where I use to live

A place not great or divine

A place I once called home


I guess I’m looking backwards

Because the world we now reside

Has grown so, so cold and crass

Words are spoken just to divide


I wish I could go back in time

To days which felt simple and true

I wished I could go back

Don’t you, don’t you?

All I Ever Wanted

All I Ever Wanted


All I ever wanted to be

Was Happy


All I ever wanted to feel

Was that I mattered


All I ever wanted to do

Was wear a smile


Didn’t need no money

Didn’t need no fame

Didn’t need to live

In Style


All I ever wanted to be

Was Happy


All I ever wanted to feel

Was that I mattered


All I ever wanted to do

Was wear a smile


Didn’t need no power

Didn’t need no charity

Didn’t need to be the

Life of the Party


All I ever wanted to be

Was Happy


All I ever wanted to feel

Was that I mattered


All I ever wanted to do

Was wear a smile

Some Final Thoughts

Writing to me is involuntary kind of like breathing. Words just flow out of me in many forms, stories, poems, essays and more. I know I am no Hemingway but i don"t write for accolades. I write for the sheer joy and challenge of putting words to page.

I hope you've enjoyed these poems. Until next time in my new format God bless and stay safe.

© 2020 Timothy Whitt

Comments

Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on September 19, 2020:

Thank you sir

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on September 19, 2020:

An interesting collection of poems, Tim. Good luck for your new format in future.