Best Boardwalks Poems

sparkling  dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky   above
oh  endless the huge expanses of pristine shoreline
and the jagged seaward cliffs where cormants and auks nest
wild   deep   and cold...

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Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking coals.
Down to the river's edge where swaying reeds
feed mongrel contemplations with moist whispered words;
rusty oil-slicked surfaces lick the muddy banks,
karma...

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A mighty force lurks out of sight
Far out o'er the sea
About to bring a monstrous fight
Like none we've ever seen

The time winds by and on the air
The wind is first to show
It starts out as a breeze so fair
But endless is it's flow

It picks up...

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One Horse Town


The boardwalks full of people only two stood in the street.
The showdown of the century counting down to thirty feet.

Black Bart said this towns too small for you and I to both be in it.
Today's the day we found out which one of...

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See the Victorian style homes of an earlier day.
There are plenty of them around Cape May.
The sea birds seem to laugh as they fly.
Ubiquitously, they fill the summer sky.
Frolic in the sand and the surf by the sea.
This is the southernmost tip of New Jersey.
Walk...

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Milton Bradly....

Condos castles etched in accretions dye along

The boardwalks flower made sorbitol scenes

Number twenty-twos scented sunrises, pastel piers

Neon lights enticing dreamscopes of, breathe....

The box-cars mundane roulette wheels

Spinning mirages of polyesters white gloved, hopes

Let it ride; everything I own upon, number twelve

Moonglow glazed margarita rainbows for,...

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“Ice cream, ice cream 
     two for a quarter”
but we were already lining up
Mr. Softee’s* song beckoned

sultry vacation days in the suburbs
no air-conditioning back then
not one neighbor had a pool
so “Slip ‘N Slide was the way to keep cool

bedtime came before...

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Along the Shore 
children playing by the score
thrashing, crashing waves endure
echoing power by the hour

The smell of salt is in the air
beach balls bouncing everywhere
seagulls drifting by the pair
boardwalks are the thorough fare
cool, crisp water relief
saving sweltering bodies grief

Marine life abundant feast
your tribulations are released
A...

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Opened eyes see beyond horizons everything
Behind the dirty ears of crying babies in the bath
Look up to see the future through the galaxies

Go through red lights at 80 miles per second speeding 
There is no time for tickets from the traffic cop
Impossible to stop
Blinking is...

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I will watch the sunrise and the moon set
I will taste oysters and reap mint
I will harvest vegetables from the farm stand

I will live as an orphan adopted
finding joy in rain and in snow

I will walk on many often peat-ed paths

my paths are dune bound
and...

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Ice cream and ices, ice cream and ices
Get your fudgywugies here is screamed
Heard clear emerging from the tunnels
Under the boardwalks promenade shadows 
Loud and clear come good humor men in white
Ridiculous in their black shoes heavy like iron
Trudging through hot sand like mad men
Hunched over...

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We embarked on an adventure
That was quite quixotic
A scientific dream quencher
Searching for exotics

We started where we thought made sense
Out on the sunning docks
Where perhaps there’d be an immense
Native Great White Butt Ox

We packed all of our photo gear
And pursued the best sights
But only found local...

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O, to dream of mythic trails, velvet underfoot
    to float on whipped-cream waves of desire
  To feel your soft contours sigh in sync with mine
    mint vapors to inhale, on moonstruck wishes to dine 

  To saunter...

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Breezes on boardwalks
                 that carry its essence
Suntans are fragranced
                   by its...

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Where will we meet again? 
In snow, when the villages 
Are buried in a whiteness
That only a polar bear,
Rolling in the fray of a midnight blizzard 
Could match?

Or...
Rendezvous in mid summer
After the virus 
Is decreased to a 
Low hum
And only a handful of humanity will
Lie...

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