Best Wildwood Poems

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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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 reminiscence...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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…

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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Abysmal is the wildwood
The path astray
Observe the whispers
Echoes of footsteps
Wander the forsaken
Voyage the forgotten

Each step a memory
Every breath a death
All thoughts create

Untrodden the fathoms of...

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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...

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