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Poems from the Jersey Shore

Tim is a freelance writer, poet, artist and storyteller. He always tries to find and include lessons for everyone in his writing.

The New Jersey coast in winter

The New Jersey coast in winter

Poems From the Jersey Shore - Introduction

Welcome to the Jersey Shore! The place for sun, surf, sand and boardwalks. To all my followers, readers and soon to be fans welcome to the first ever Poems From The Jersey Shore.

Spring is usually the time when we who live near the beach are preparing for the arrival of all the masses of people who venture our way seeking their summertime fun. This year we have been thrown a twist. The Corona Virus has shut down everything.

All we are allowed to do in Jersey is sit in our houses, look out the windows and ponder what is to come. Someday soon hopefully everything will open again and the beach will be abuzz with people until then I figure I can draw and write more.

Anyway, when I was reading other Hubber‘s work I came across a fellow by the name of John Hansen who created a series called Poems From the Porch. he gave me the inspiration for this series. Thank you John keep up the good work.

I’ve put together a series of six random poems some serious, some humorous and one is a children’s poem.

The first poem Seven Days I just wrote. It is dedicated to us all but especially to all those who are risking their lives to offer us the things we need and the medical care. Please pray for them.

I hope you enjoy.


Seven Days

Monday it came to me
It was the third week of quarantine

Tuesday I looked around
My thoughts and prayers the only sounds

Wednesday I didn't get dressed
Really I had no one to impress

Thursday my wife said to me
Take a shower, you're really stinky

Friday I binged watch another show
How many more episodes do I have to go?

Saturday the weekend was here
Least I think it's the weekend
I'm not really clear

Sunday what more can be said
But pray for the workers and those sick in the beds


Relaxation

Usually being at home is a time filled with work and then maybe some relaxation. In these times being home can be frustrating and filled with tension. Here is a parody I wrote to the tune of The Rolling Stones - Satisfaction.


I can’t get no relaxation

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I can’t get no relaxation

Oh, I’ve tried and tried

But I can’t get no, get no

Relaxation

The words are dancing in my head

The baby’s crying for more bread

The house appears to be a mess

I always seem to be hard pressed

I can’t get no, no relaxation

I can’t get no, no relaxation

Oh, I’ve tried and tried

But I can’t get no, get no

Relaxation

The Boardwalk Is Empty

The Boardwalk Is Empty

Be Happy

This poem is about the how we all need to forget the past and the mistakes and pain that may be there and move on in life.

If you are ever

to be happy

You need to make

peace with the past

Leave it behind

Where it belongs

lost in faded time

We look to the past

to blame our present

ways

But the past is the past

it is not now

It is our long lost days

We need to shake off

the rust

break the chains

break the chains

If you are ever

to be happy

You need to make

peace with the past

Leave it behind

Where it belongs

lost in faded time


The Beach of Course

The Beach of Course

Ted the Rabbit

A short children's poem that came to me out of the blue.

Ted the Rabbit

I had a rabbit named Ted

Who liked to sleep in my bed

At night he snuggled

And cuddled close to me

The all of sudden with a twist

Things would become amiss

Fred tossed and turned

started to dance

Till finally I said to Fred

Get back to the shed

Go sleep there instead

Now off with you,

Off with you Tedd

Big Life

It’s not in the way you look

No-no

It’s not in my style

Your life is what they see

Is what sounds out

Clear and bright

It’s not the words you say

Big life – now I’m livin the

Big life—the look contains my name

Once I was a losing cause

Living under my own laws

One day I found I’m lost

Living under my own laws

Going from here to there

Big life – now I’m livin the

Big life—the look contains my name

Once I was a losing cause

Living under my own laws

One day I found I’m lost

Living under my own laws

Going from here to there

Big life – now I’m livin the

Big life—the look contains my name

Big life

Big life

Big life

Big life – now I’m livin the

Big life—the look contains my name

Big life

Won’t you join me

Call on his name

Be saved

Big Life

My Pants Keep Falling Down

My pants keep

Falling down

Falling down

Falling down

Oh my pants keep

Falling down

I need a belt

I tried a rope to

Tie them up

Tie them up

Tie them up

Oh, I tried a rope

To tie them up

But it didn’t work

Pulled them up

Twenty times

And then

Not again

They fell down

A Personal Request

One of the hardest things about being a poet is trying to find ideas for poems. If you'd be so kind as to offer me ideas, in the comments section, for future poems. Whatever your ideas I’m open for the challenge.

Thank You In Advance

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Comments

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on April 05, 2020:

Hi Tim, thank you for the shout out and I am glad my Poems From the Porch series inspired your own “Poems From the Jersey Shore.” Quite an interesting collection of poetry here. You asked for suggestions, how about a poem about “the boardwalk” itself, or theme parks in general.

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