In the garden state, all used to be fair.' Yet four decades on
And disaster is in the air.' After lies about cin-vid and waste
Of funds.' Seems its victimisation for about everone.' At
'Their council meeting' the one they pay for.' Intimidation
Is engineered and other bad plans. To remove private assets from private land.' Really just piracy.' Thats how it
Appears to stand.' I say they are right the 'people i love' do
Not back down, its illegal enough.' You have a contract to
Be goverened fair.' I smell the dead rats.' And I do really care.' I am with you in spirit.' Just stand take the strain.'
Sing I am Australian.' And give them back some pain.'
Categories:
garden state, appreciation, character, city, courage,
Form: Rhyme
On the Garden State Parkway
In New Jersey state,
There are places to stop
To put food on your plate
Or put gas in your tank
Or prevent further grief
With a stop to the restrooms
To get some relief.
Certain rest stops are named
After locals of fame,
Since their monikers give them
A touch of acclaim.
One such area called
“Jon Bon Jovi” salutes
The adored well-known singer
With New Jersey roots.
I’m not sure if Bon Jovi’s
Possessed of a clue
That his namesake’s the place
People pee or they poo.
Categories:
garden state, irony,
Form: Rhyme
O, the perfumed scent
of lilac and daffodil
You'll never replace the stench
of the repulsive local landfill
All hail to New Joisey, the Garden State
weeds, thorns and thistles your visit await
Yes, hail to Joisey, where the goils braid the hair
in their nose with acid rain from polluted air
Forget your long-stemmed roses and fancy poses
Gimme the stubby ‘toeses’ of Kardashians
Broads who look swell ‘til they open their yaps
Shut-up, honey. Unfasten your brassiere snaps…
All hail to New Joisey, the home of the oil slick
See the pretty colors stream o'er her highways
Yes, hail to Joisey, where the landscape's pure scum
Drink a toast to the reek of her rot ~ cheap Ripple and rum
Categories:
garden state, humor, hyperbole, satire, senses,
Form: Rhyme
As I was driving along the Garden State Parkway
Radio on, thinking kind thoughts
I came upon a toll booth
A long line of vehicles was ahead of me
An old man tried to merge in
Drivers refused him
I waved him ahead of me
I acknowledged his peace sign
And paid him back with a thumbs up
He paid his dollar fifty toll and moved on
My turn to pay
The collector waved me through
The old man paid my toll
Karma
Categories:
garden state, cool,
Form: Narrative
One day,
I woke up and jumped
on my new blue English bicycle,
the outside rushed upon me,
crisp and fired up with that final fierce snap of autumn.
The garden state, awaiting it's signal from winter,
sounded the trumpets of the explosions of ornamentation,
leaves,
moving with the force of a falling sun,
from yellow to that final blood spilled aura of red,
matching the color of mama's knitted red sweater,
that blew around my shoulders,
and I became a wild eyed papoose,
on the back of a bike,
pedaling with the roar of the November wind,
faster, uphill, then down,
til I saw the refuge of the hundred year old house,
and joined Amy,
the old woman of that village,
who housed a hundred cats.
Categories:
garden state, cat, freedom,
Form: Free verse
You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as they pass on by.
With a flower in the beard,
the artisans musk hinting the air,
bees wax soap and a scent of irony,
the newfound Stepford-hipster syndrome,
Both are the same
but from different sides,
one glossy eyed,
over-medicated,
injected perma- grinned.
The other a living Subaru commercial,
planting city trees,
while in the not so distant future
a real life Bancksy dog will pee.
The urban sprawl,
the shame of it all,
the 1%,
the cost of the gas,
that gets her to the shore
while texting and calling in her oversized Cadillac Escalade,
that was beeped violently at it drove right past
A city zap it rental,
Toyota Prius hybrid sport,
on the Garden State Parkway
with a flowered bearded hipster
driving slowly with thick black glasses,
inside.
Categories:
garden state, america, confusion, culture, identity,
Form: Free verse
New Jersey was just a pass through state
From Boston to Myrtle Beach
Just a turnpike in our rear view mirror
Before the final destination we could reach
We never gave her a second thought
Only stopped to get some gas
Every time they said we couldn’t pump it ourselves
This would make us start to laugh
Then one year we were bit by the gambling bug
And decided to give Atlantic City the college try
And discovered a whole coast of Jersey shore
Much more pleasant to a young man’s eye
One summer we fancied a canoe trip
And floated down the Water Gap
We never knew that there was so much beauty
Residing on the western side of the Jersey map
We began exploring other exits on the Turnpike
As the years started slipping by
Always amazed by the adventures that greeted us
With each new vacation we gave a try
When my career path lead to the Big Apple
New Jersey welcomed me in her home
I quickly made so many friends here
That I never felt I was alone
I now live in the Garden State
That a million others just drive through
I am sure many more would enjoy it here
If her diversity they only knew
Categories:
garden state, places, , western,
Form: Rhyme
Note: According to the Trenton NJ newspaper, NJ Considered Ban on Bare-it-
all “Brazilian” Wax due to complications suffered by some.
I know it's not about a foot that's bare
Butt where you wear your underwear
Though I was warned, "You can't go there"
I have this poem I have to share
New Jersey is drawing the line when it comes to bikini waxing
It seems the Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax has gotten a bit - - - well - - taxing
You see this Brazilian “bare-it-all” wax
Is intended for fronts and those a bit lax
To rid the old body of anything curly
And let yourself look a bit younger and girly
But women have gotten unhealthy infections
And are forced to take pills or costly injections
To counter the trauma they had to endure
Insuring their lines were clean and secure
But you see by law, that’s not even allowed
There are parts of the body that should be left proud
And if someone is waxing you back to your youth
It’s a little unseemly – a little uncouth
It is better to leave some parts unattended
Then to get Mother Nature upset and offended
So New Jersey will seal this Brazilian Wax fate
After all they are known as The Garden State
Contest: Barefoot
Categories:
garden state, business, health, politicalbody,
Form: Rhyme