I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."
He continued raving
On how I was misbehaving
Said my job was not worth saving
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea
I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
enchanted boardwalk
crowds are gone
star pearls light dusk waves
a sunny boardwalk
benches to sit with nature
a hidden treasure
Heidi Sands
6/17/24
(C)opyright
its was fun
both love to run
lay in the beach sun
like no other
we held hands
makeing plan
we were
boardwalk lover
The Atlantic City boardwalk is a lonely place to be
when it's early morning just after three.
The stores are all closed, and the beaches are clear.
Just look around and you won't see another soul near.
At this hour, nobody wants to roam.
Everybody is in their hotel rooms, or gone home.
In the casinos, a few unfortunates are stuck.
They fruitlessly continue to try their luck.
Well, I'm an employee, and my shift is done.
I'm going home a few hours before the rise of the sun.
All of the summer tourists have gone away.
Only a few residents like us will stay.
Here we are on the New Jersey shore.
The boardwalk, sand, and surf are what I adore.
It is winter now, and quite cold outside.
I still love the scenery, and I can't stay inside.
Entrance into the cold ocean waves I don't dare.
I can still take in the crisp, salty air.
There are many seagulls flying around.
They are making their laughing-like sound.
Yes, you can see there remains much activity,
That's what you can expect if you live near Atlantic City.
Boardwalk and Park Place she would always get.
I almost never landed on them, so she’d throw a fit.
She’d spend all of her money getting them hotels too.
I would zoom around collecting two hundred dollars with my boot shoe.
She was the dog, I was the shoe.
My grandma and I, a joyful little two.
We’d drink soda pop and eat potato chips.
She’d throw out old timer magic, I’d throw out quips.
When she was losing, she would throw the board in the air.
I remember those days, and gram’s frizzy purple hair.
Monopoly still makes me smile to this very day.
I never buy Boardwalk or Park Place. They are hers in a way.
Her Lonely Heart Waits
She longs for an ending to her heartache
Out on the boardwalk she hopefully waits
For day after day and year after year
Pining for her true love to reappear.
She'd come to love her man with all her heart
One day he gave news that he must depart
He sailed away with a vow to return
He never did and to this day she yearns.
With solace celestial bodies appeared
To advise this lady and dry her tears
They told her one day soon her Prince would come
That she'd be loved from the first moment on.
Sharing many hours of ecstatic bliss
Gentle caresses from his fingertips
Transcending her into a trancelike state
From which she would never wish to escape.
She wondered if it would for sure be so
That she could find love with another beau
As she turned to leave she knew she'd struck gold
There stood her Prince Charming, just as foretold.
13th January 2021
SLOW MOVEMENT
Move out from tall trees - to wider scene now
Tympanic rhythm - andante theme
As footsteps beat on - path of the Ash beam
In diverse prospect - wet levels gleam
Look to the surface - life is reflected
Now mirrors brightening - skies cerulean
See over there the - new view surveyed now
Past tawny grasses - strewn by wind laid
Birch saplings dapple - hazel and apple
Amber the dry fern - dashed now with jade
Where silver stems - surround sun-bright vale there
Small stream descends in - glistening cascade
Over above In - slow closing distance
Land rises to - overlook languid fen
Our destination - draws our steps on to
Reach barrow slopes - fields of wider ken
So measured pace continues ‘til then
While spirit moves to hilltop ascend
so live anuther day
grems comming our way
from anuther place
its jam to many faces
its not beach season
stop this
BOARDWALK
CLOSE FOR REASON
miss this
think of it
my mind won't quite
to me you see
closeing is bad news
i got the
BOARDWALK
BLUES
in city and towns
all round
they sit on ground
and fly high
come for food
and its cool
how hum toself and talk
BRIDS ON THE
BOARD- walk
was a day
we walk along way
we both got the feeling
our boby was reeling
it was on top
our bobys was hot
our pop
as we wet talk
we when under
it was
SEX UNDER THE BOARDWALK
no matter how cold
some or very bold
arms not fold
they come some as a team
stay in shake there dream
they do it winter spring
or summer
BOARDWALK BEACH RUNNER
jersey boardwalk treat
covered in powdered sugar
warm sweet funnel cake
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