Debbie Mills-Kelly Poet Light Verse

Wildwood Daze

WILDWOOD DAZE
April 7, 2011 at 1:19pm
WILDWOOD DAZE..

As I ride this clanking some what rocky bus

we know as New Jersey Transit I ponder

my destination, while I joy ride to sunlit beaches

and do wop dreams that can only be WILDWOOD.

I sit here fighting that draining tired feeling that

always tries to steal my sunshine.

I will NOT allow it, for I am on my way to SANCTUARY.

AH' Sweet sanctuary the smell of the boardwalk , beaches laden 

with jelly fish and the call of the fudgie wugie man waits for me.

The smell of my childhood vacations, nostalgia flows through

my senses as if I were ten again.

I may be inspired to write a brilliant Shakespearian piece on

my way to Cape May County, who really knows.

What I do know is , I want to run my toes through the glistening

sand , have seaweed wash past me as I yell " AH SEAWEED"

Eat funnel cake and Curly fries slurp down clams and play putt putt

ride the biggest coaster they have all while staying a t a two star

motel from 1964.

Where I can bring back my youth as I forget the crime ridden abode

I call my home.

Breath in salt air , jump through a crashing wave as it washes my troubles

away, if only for a few days

As a footnote.....I wrote this about 4 years ago on my way to Wildwood NJ....On the 2 hour bus ride...lol. Thank you...for reading :)i

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Chuck Melugin March 16, 2014 at 4:46 PM Debbie, I hung on every line! have you ever considered writing a book? 7, You are a wonder with an adventurous pen!My best, chuck Debbie Mills-Kelly March 24, 2014 at 12:57 AM WOW Thank you so much Chuck !! Means Allot... and no I havent written a book yet... I want to though :)

Erica Kishpaugh March 11, 2014 at 7:33 AM Such a cool poem Debbie! I could taste the food and feel the breeze and smell the beach..awesomeness!! Debbie Mills-Kelly March 24, 2014 at 12:50 AM awww Thanks Erica... that means allot.... thank you for reading... and I just read Soul Fly... Love it !!

Darren Watson February 17, 2014 at 1:48 PM As gentle as silk across mind and heart. Thank you for sharing. Debbie Mills-Kelly February 18, 2014 at 11:11 PM Thank you very much for reading Darren :) I will return the favor :)

Leon Enriquez February 16, 2014 at 9:02 PM Dear Debbie: I can feel the sensorial flavors in your journey. Thanks. Leon Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:34 PM Thank you so much Leon :) Im happy you liked it... I'll be by to read you too.. thanks again !! :)

Verlena S. Walker February 16, 2014 at 6:23 PM Good write! Well written... Verlena Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:34 PM Thank you very much Verlena !!! I will be by to read you too :)

David Williams February 16, 2014 at 12:03 PM Debbie just back for a re-read of this gem....David Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:32 PM Aww Thank you David how kind of you !! :)

Tim Smith February 16, 2014 at 11:26 AM This is outstanding.. I now want to go visit...It is amazing what we can write when we have time alone with our thoughts....Hugs Tim Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:31 PM Yes you would love it Tim :) Although its not just like it was as a kid.. they turned allot of those cute Motels into condos... lol.. ;) Thank you very much for reading Tim

James Horn February 16, 2014 at 4:18 AM Here is the start of my next poem and I think Willow Grove was near Philadelphia. To me, there never was any surprise When it was I who finally would realize That no matter how much I loved her so Fought tooth and nail like we were a foe. This is the start of poem I will now write And even if I had held her real tight She never grew up and would giggle And out of situations she would wiggle. How is that for starters at just after 0500 in the morning? Jim Horn Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:30 PM I Like it Jim Horn.... i cant wait to read that one :) Very good !! :) and Yes Willow Grove is near Philly ;)

Vicki Acquah February 16, 2014 at 4:07 AM I think I have been there... at least you made me feel as I have.. I am certain... I have. Oh wow... really ..great poetry. Debbie Mills-Kelly February 16, 2014 at 10:28 PM Aww Momma Thank YOU for introducing me to the Soup ;) I love it here everyone is so warm and welcoming... thank you again.. I will be stopping by to see again too !! xo Vicki Acquah February 16, 2014 at 4:12 AM Ahh I knew they would love you over here... thanks so much for becoming a member.

Chuck Melugin February 15, 2014 at 10:11 PM Debbie, you took me with you. thanks chuck 7 Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 11:48 PM Why thank you Chuck I very much appreciate it ... thank you for reading I will be over to read you as well !

Poet Destroyer A February 15, 2014 at 9:03 PM Interesting write, Debbie.... I absolutely love this poem! It was like being there, while you wrote the poem. I wonder if it made a difference in writing down and expressing what you were feeling ATM, while in motion.... xox~ Linda Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 11:47 PM Yes it did Linda.... Some how being on the bus and the anticipation of getting there and all the memories that were flooding back made for a perfect environment for writing about it... the feeling just took over.... Thank you so much for reading and for being so weloming !! :) xo

James Horn February 15, 2014 at 7:17 PM Debbie, Isn't there a place nearby called Cherry Grove that is an amusement park or once was? Seems like there was a song called Wildwood also. Jim Horn Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 11:45 PM Not sure about the Cherry Grove Park... but yes there was a song in the late 50's 60's called Wildwood Days... thats why I titled Daze...a kind of word play...lol Thanks for reading !! :)

Shadow Hamilton February 15, 2014 at 3:56 PM you take your reader there Debbie superb write Kudos hugs Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 4:06 PM Thank you so much Shadow !! That means allot .

Robert Rogers February 13, 2014 at 6:47 PM Hi DM-K, at first I thought you were referring to Asbury Park, then I realized you weren't...I live in AP for a time...even tho', it brought back very pleasant memories of the beach and Boardwalk for me...smile. Lovely poem of nostalgia...xoxoxo//Sinclair Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 3:08 PM Thank you Robert :) I have never been to Asbury Park... only Wildwood and Cape May and more of the South end of the Jersey shore :) My daughter in law however is from Brick NJ so she is more familiar with that end.. Thank you as always my friend for reading !! :)

Johnny Rhinem February 13, 2014 at 5:37 PM Smile, I Keep Seeing These Ads Here About Possibly Being One Of The Hundreds Of Millions Infected By Some Virus ? Man, I've Already Been Infected Babylon's Viruses I Mean, Isn't She A Vampyre Anyway: Sucking The Light From One's, Spirit ~ But I Can Dig Where Your Beauty's Going Here Girl! ~ Escapism, If But For Merely A Moment In This Magical Mystical Mystery Tour's Mirage Amid Another Zest Pools Train Ride Unto Yet, Their Four Star Reviews Ain't Got No Time, Spot Of Mangled Dust ~ Love John Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 3:06 PM Thank you John as always... you are the best and I will be reading more of you and all of you... so happy to know you all... great poets indeed !! :)

Robert Ludden February 13, 2014 at 4:10 PM Most enjoyable--but your note at the end is a footnote, not a Foot Note...:-) ( different thing entirely) I'm off to look at more of your talented work. -Dean Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 3:04 PM LOL Thanks you Robert I will change that asap..... and thank you so much for reading my work... it means allot !! :)

James Horn February 13, 2014 at 3:49 PM Obviously, this was written before all of the storms and Governor's conflict over bridge traffic. Those were more enjoyable days as indicated by your poem. It would be interesting to see a re-write of this in this day and age four years later. James Thomas Horn under name of jthorn5656. Debbie Mills-Kelly February 15, 2014 at 3:03 PM Thanks James so much for reading. Im not sure how much it would change, Wildwood NJ was always my childhood vacation spot and the smell of the salt air always brings back nostalgia but I must say even at the time I wrote this it had been years since my last visit and on the bus I was writing about my hopes and when I got there it had changed allot which was disappointing it may have changed even more in four years.Thanks again for reading.

Jancarl Campi February 10, 2014 at 11:45 PM A very interesting poem. Thanks for posting. Jancarl Debbie Mills-Kelly February 11, 2014 at 12:07 AM Thank you so much Jancarl.... thanks for reading... nice to meet you !! :)

David Williams February 9, 2014 at 11:23 AM Debbie I just love this....David Debbie Mills-Kelly February 10, 2014 at 11:29 PM Thank you so much David !!! :)

Robert Pettit February 9, 2014 at 10:05 AM Bobby Rydell could not describe Wildwood, NJ any better in his hit song of yesteryear. Debbie Mills-Kelly February 10, 2014 at 11:29 PM WOW Robert Thank you so much !! :)