Best Wildwood Poems

...Often I wonder, is it worth it 

Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini ......

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...I've  been a lot of  places in this land, 
From sea to shining sea. 
There's a  place in the hills of Arkansas
That means more than them all to me,
A little wildwood church where people meet 
To......

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...The forward-pointing fight of jolly time overflies.
And today blurs into a missing yesterday reprise.
The present blossom has dwindled and faded away,
Into a meager light reminiscen......

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...Back when we would walk in the spring-green wood
Holding hands, hearts joined only as lovers can
Thoughts circle round those days in the deep wildwood

Now aged, bent way past young a......

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...It was the strange cologne
the misty moon
it was the river rolling on and on
hallucinations and a dream
someone's shadow on the wall
silvery leaves brushing your face
running
running
through ......

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...A NEW COUNTRY SONG




I was ravaged today
by

three country songs 
on the truck radio 
each moaning the lyrics  
". . daddy's pickup truck"
and "the Georgia mud"
while whining that
"sh......

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...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 ......

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...Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed......

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...COUNTRY MUSIC

I was ravaged today
by

three consecutive country songs 
on the radio while driving
each moaning the lyrics  
". . daddy's pickup truck"
and "the Georgia mud"
while whining t......

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...Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…

Tweet on, “Oh shi......

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...I miss her, Mother Egypt
and those friends I left behind,
timeless history, marvels and mysteries
etched in stone by her own scribes.

Longing for the waters of the nourishing
River Nile and su......

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...I know a seagull named freckle head Sam,
 he plays on the beach in the hot sand.
Likes Wildwood and Cape May too,
 because there's always something to do.
Eats curly fries right from your hand,
 that......

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...Oh, the incessant noise, the jibber jabber,
civilization’s cure for loneliness,
the panacea for boredom.
If only, if only, “You’ve got male.”
would be an answer.
Ah, but no…

Tweet on, “Oh shi......

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...Just come on down, and spend a very pleasant day
at a spot on the shore that’s not too far away.
Feel the warmth of the sunshine, and the ocean’s spray.
Walk on the sand dunes, or on the boardwalk......

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...Spring Paintings by Kinkade

purple sky at eve
a log cottage by a stream
with windows aglow

after vietnam
my old familiar path home
lights and chimney smoke

lilac carnival
decorates each city block......

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